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Started March 17, 2019 by Deleted user

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(Aight, im back now)

Once Zack pulled away from his chest, Caz had a slight sad smile on his face. "Are you okay now?.." He asked softly, his eyes warm and kind.

Caz didn't know where all the emotion was coming from. Was it from what had just happened? Or the fact that he had to take him to his home…? Or was it because of what the angels had done? He didn't know, perhaps it was a mix of all of that.
"If you'd like we can stay a bit longer? Your needs come first you know" Caz found himself saying.

He was always like this. He didn't care if he was hurt, his wings could be torn to piece but still he would put others before himself, demon or not.

Zack sniffled again as he pulled away to support his own weight, wobbling a little on his legs. He didn’t want to go home without a definite mate, someone to spend time with and enjoy the many pleasures of a relationship. It would just feel wrong to him, who had been hearing the same hopeful words over and over again.

“I’d like to stay a little longer with you,” Zack mumbled as he wiped his eyes on his sleeves again. His eyes were red and puffy from his tears, and his gaze was adverted as he tried to stop himself from bursting into tears again.

(yaaaay!)

Caz smiled at that. "Okay, we can stay a little longer." He assured Zack, setting his hand on his head and petting him lightly.
"Is there anything in specific that you want to do?" Caz asked, wondering if getting more tacos would make Zack feel better.

Course, staying longer there on earth would risk Caz getting found out by the other angels. He had killed Jasper and they would eventually find out that the black sheep of the group had done it. It's going to be okay he had to remind himself. It would be some time before they really knew who had done it and Caz would act normal until then.

He looked down at Zack and just seeing the small figure made Caz's heart warm up. Then, there was this hot searing pain on his back that burned, tears pricked at his eyes but he held back any emotion of discomfort on his face, trying his best to act like nothing was giving him trouble.

"We could go somewhere for fun, take your mind off things if thats alright with you. Maybe it'll clear your head and you'll find the one" Caz offered, knowing that Zack would never want an angel as a mate, no demon would ever want an angel as one and it was reasonable. It made sense, but for some reason it made his heart hurt.

(Ahhh man, sorry, i must have fell asleep x.x)

(That’s alright, I did too. Oof well I’ll see you in a few weeks on winter break lmao)

Zack shook his head and he moved closer to the Angel, wanting another hug. He didn’t want to go out or do anything, and be imposed by Humans who were much happier than he was. Humans had it all up here, food, water, and their own mate, and some barely seemed to have their own troubles.

“I don’t wanna go anywhere. I just wanna lay down,” He finally mumbled, close enough to the Angel that he could lean into him, but didn’t. He didn’t want to sleep alone, either. He wanted to curl up with someone and feel protected, like if something happened that safe feeling would still be stolen over him. The only person who could give that to him right now… was the Angel.

He was too shy to ask, though. What if Caz thrust him off and told him to go find someone else to cuddle and fall asleep with? Tell him there was no way that Zack would want to fall asleep with him, for that’s what mates do. Zack rubbed his eyes again, trying to push back more tears, some already slipped from his lids and fallen off of his lashes.

(or maybe sooner than you thought ;)

Caz noticed how close Zack was and how he hadn't moved. Perhaps he enjoyed Caz's presence? Casimir quickly withdrew the thought from his head. There was no way a demon would ever enjoy an angel's presence, especially not his.

When Zack spoke up, Caz nodded slightly. "If you want you can take my bed? My room's much warmer than the other- and definitely warmer than the living room-" But Caz was cut off by seeing the small demon cry. Caz's eyes seemed to droop a little at the tears starting to fall from Zack's eyes again.
"Hey.." He said gently. "Don't cry…" Caz spoke, a feeling of dread and sadness filling him. He felt helpless in this situation. What was he supposed to do? How could he help Zack? Then an idea shattered his anxious thoughts.

"What if I stay close to you while you sleep? Maybe sing you a song? Would that make you feel better?" He asked, shooting his shot, but not sure if Zack would take the offer. So many thoughts crossed his mind, ones that tainted his heart with a certain forbidden kind of lust. Though, Caz knew better than to act upon them. That would kill him before anything else.

(gasp MUMU)

Zack blinked his tears away, rubbing them away from his lashes with his overlarge sleeves most like a child. He sniffled quietly and leaned into the Angel slowly once more, resting his head against his chest. Something about this Angel made him feel safe and very secure, as if there was just something different surrounding him. His moral fiber was definitely different from that of a normal Archangel, who would’ve killed him way before he was even able to show such gentle emotions.

“I’d like that,” Zack murmured quietly to him, gently grabbing onto his shirt. Before he could stop it, the words “Could you carry me?” left his lips, and there was no taking it back. Zack didn’t really regret asking it as much as he might’ve thought before, though. He found himself enjoying the feeling of leaning against Caz’s firm, somewhat muscular frame, with his hands resting close to his breasts. Thoughts leaked in and out of Zack’s brain, some referring to the shape of the Angel, others thoughts so unlike his own they sort of scared him. He’d never… really… felt this way for anyone, and feeling it for an Angel was definitely rickety, dark, and strange territorty.

(heya xD decided to come on today to make up for yesterday since i was sick. I've had a fever all day and i feel icky (๑-﹏-๑))

A warm smile appeared on Caz's lips as Zack leaned into him once more. He held the small figure for a little longer, letting him settle and calm down. He seemed so emotionally torn- almost beyond repair that Caz wondered if something else had happened before all of this.
As soon as Zack spoke again, and the words 'could you carry me' left his lips, Caz didn't miss a beat. He swiftly and gently scooped Zack up. Caz's eyes seemed to hold a sharp stare, like that of a sophisticated angel as he looked towards the hall, though the look changed when he looked back at Zack, taking on a more gentle tone.

Caz walked to his room and set down Zack on his bed. His room was messy, Caz had never bothered to clean it, he never thought that someone one day would be sleeping in it other than him. Now he felt slightly embarrassed but tried to pay it no mind. "I hope this is okay" he laughed nervously. "Sorry, my room is a mess…im not too huge on cleaning" he admitted as he walked over to his closet and pulled out some fluffy blankets. He made his way over to Zack again and wrapped him in the warm fluffy blankets. "If you want anything else I can get it for you, just say the word" He said softly as he sat beside Zack in a chair.
Caz had decided not to jump the gun and assume Zack wanted to sleep with him, so instead, he sat close to him, not breaking his word.

(aw sick mumu. I hope you feel better soon!!!!)

Zack relaxed as he was scooped up, his small frame barely holding any weight, allowing him to be as light as air. He peeked open his eyes when he was set down on the comfortable bed, watching Casmire with soft, wide, grey eyes. He assisted in the wrapping of his body, but as soon as Caz simply settled next to him in a chair, he opened his arms and the blanket for a cuddle. He’d be too cold without the warmth of something, and his wings were quite too large for that.

“I wanna… I wanna cuddle,” The Demon mumbled with a small blush tinging his cheeks. Demons were very physical creatures, and they seemed to prosper off of it at certain times, too. Now Zack would be able to reap the emotionally positive side of cuddling, which was universally a very nice cure for confusion.

Caz's eyes seemed to widen a little at the mention of a cuddle, but then they softened again and he gave into the demon's request.
Never in his life would he had thought that the events in his life would lead up to this moment.

Caz finally got in bed with Zack a few moments later and wrapped his arms around the small body of the demon, humming a soft melancholic tune as he stroked Zack's hair, almost as if Zack was someone beloved to Caz.

Caz had never had physical contact like this with anyone before, not with the angels, humans and especially not demons, so it was a new experience. Although Caz had never cuddled before, he seemed to be doing a good job at it.
The warmness of Zack's body felt nice for someone who felt so cold and lonely all the time, so much so that it was making him sleepy. It was nice to have someone like this, relaxed and warm.

Zack wrapped the sheets around them both, careful to get the broad shoulders of the other so they were both comfortably under the tent of sheets. He cuddled away into the other’s chest, his hands curling up into small fists on the other’s shirt, stealing cloth from it gently.

The small Demon started to purr very softly at the strokes to his hair, which was surprisingly very soft and floaty under Casmire’s fingers. Zack vibrated as he rumbled and purred against the other, relaxing almost every part of his body against the other’s. He felt comfortable and safe in the arms of the Angel, thanks to what had happened prior; Caz was comfortable enough with him to protect him against invaders. Zack was his Demon. It made the small boi feel very comfortable in the envelope of safe warmness Zack wanted to call his home.

Caz let out a warm laugh at the vibrating demon, he was adorable to say the least. Caz was enjoying every bit of this and he wondered if this would have ever happened if he had taken a different route- the angel route. The demon was much more gentle than he had ever imagined, it was nice to see this side of them, so fragile and vulnerable…it made him want to hold him forever.

Caz murmured a soft lullaby to lull the demon to sleep, taking extra care of the precious thing that was now bound to him. He would defend Zack from this point on, putting his life on the line for the safety of the other. He would take down anyone who stood in his way, this he promised himself as he closed his eyes, cuddling Zack as the fluffy blankets warmed them.

(do ya wanna skip to the next morning? uwu)

(hell ye owo. how long are you on for tonight?)

It was late that next morning when Zack stirred awake, making quiet noises as he rose his head from his nest, stretching his neck, down to his toes very slowly. His hands moved from Casmire’s shirt as his arms stretched past his neck, and the Demon finally gave one whole, luxurious stretch of happy Demon. He cuddled into the warm blankets again, happy that he was freshly stretched, but still relatively sleepy. He was a very late sleeper, so it wasn’t bold to assume that Casmire was already awake somehow.

Yet Zack drove those thoughts from his head, his nose moving curiously, almost like a dog’s, as he checked the air for any intruders. He didn’t find anything that was out of the ordinary from what he understood to be the “norm” in this small apartment, but Casmire probably would’ve woken him up if a third Angel had come to attack them in revenge for Jasper, who was apparently like some boss-Angel. Zack never really bothered to learn the tiers of Angels.

Caz had slept through his pain, when he felt Zack shuffle around in the blanket he opened his eyes slowly, his back sore. When he tried to move, to sit up, he froze, a jolt of pain flashing through his body, tears pricked at the corner of his eyes but he tried to remain strong. There was no way he would show weakness in front of anyone, especially not the one person he had sworn to protect. He thought as he looked over at Zack, a small forced smile appearing on his face. One could say Caz did have the pride of an angel in that aspect.

"Good morning Mr. sloth" he joked, looking over at the clock on his desk to check the time. His gaze softened when he saw they had slept to the afternoon, it was one pm. Caz sat up as best as he could, masking the pain well. "Since it's the morning- well, afternoon technically, what would you like to eat? Tacos again?" He asked, wondering what else Zack would like.

(oop sorry I died on you! I went on a date on Friday and Notebook was the least of my worries for the next couple days)

Zack peeked up at the other through the sheets, but he was blind to the well-hidden pain, his nose moving slightly from the sheets again as he peered up curiously. He gave the Angel a smile at the nickname, giving a very soft coo in response.
“Good morning, Mr. Angel,” Zack finally responded quietly in words they both could understand, tilting his head slightly so his face was pressed into the bed. He shuffled his hands in the sheets, then started to gently knead the mattress under him as he thought of his answer.

“I don’t know.” Zack was starving, but he was used to other people picking his cuisine for him. He was honestly used to people picking for him period. It would be a hard habit for him to break, definitely.

(Aaaaahhg that's great Emi !!! Ksbxiwkbdid :'> don't worry bout it fam 😆 i haven't been on much either lmao lowkey missed y'all uwu)

Caz grinned at the 'Mr. Angel' part. "Okay, well, how about we figure that out after we take a shower, yes?" Caz offered. Maybe he would have Zack try the only dish on the human planet that he fancied, sushi.
Sushi was the only thing he would eat without gagging, he couldn't even remember how he had developed a taste for it in the first place.
Caz slowly got up from the bed and stretched and groaned, he had never slept for that long before. He looked back at Zack. "I'll take a shower first, then you can go, is that alright?" He asked, not really knowing if that's something demons did. Caz knew angels didn't do it but he had picked up the habit from the humans to blend in and now it was a part of his morning routine.

(aaaa I missed you too, Mumu!)

Zack sniffed the bed that the Angel had left behind, slowly sitting up with a small stretch of his back. He cooed quietly as his muscles twinged and stretched the knots of sleep from his trunk.
“Okay, that sounds fine.” Demons didn’t usually shower all that much, considering they weren’t exactly beings that became filthy unless Humans had a hand in it. Of course, with Zack, it was much different, considering the fact that he was a Lust-working Demon (not much by choice) so he showered as often as he could.

(I missed ya too ~ 😆)

Caz flashed a smile at him before he disappeared into the bathroom.
Truth be told, Caz had been dying to take his clothes off from the moment he woke, his back ached.
He slowly pealed the clothes back to reveal his drooping black wings. He froze. Black wings. He freaked out. Stumbled back into the wall and nearly crashed into the curtain and fell into the tub. He really messed up this time. It's not that Caz regretted it, in fact, it was something he had wanted to do for a long time, break free. But the thought of losing the only thing that made him who he was, was absolutely terrifying. And for the first time in centuries, tears pricked at the corner of his eyes as he slid down the wall, trembling hands running through his hair as he dipped his head in despair.
With only one look, Caz could tell that not only were his wings black and oozing with black ink, but they were deteriorating as well. Rotting.

If Caz lost his wings, not only would he be ten times more vulnerable, but he ran the risk of losing all of his divine powers. Caz had seen what they had done to the other demons when they were caught, and for once, he feared for his life.
"It's okay.." he said with a trembling low yet soft voice, trying to reassure himself. "I can fix this."  But no matter how much he tried to tell himself positive things, his mind kept returning to his death. He would die. Turn to dust. And maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if he hadn't made a promise with Zack. The sweet small demon that was waiting on his bed, waiting his turn.

Caz slowly got up and looked in the mirror again, closing his eyes as soon as he saw his sorry state. What was he anymore?  Not an angel, but not a demon either. Not even a lowly human.
He had to fix this and his only shot at this was finding the one demon that had saved him years ago from a cruel faith bestowed upon him by God their father. Jest.

Zack scooted across the bed as soon as Casper disappeared into the bathroom, nosing his spot curiously with his sharp nose. In his smelly tour of the room when he woke up that morning, he had smelled something… weird. Something he had never smelled before, and he’d smelled many, many vile and disgusting things, but this was so unlike something he had smelled.

His nose was pressed to the bed in determination to find this smell, almost rank and gross to the point of vomiting. Zack was very good against his bodily reactions (hence, Lust Demon), yet this smell made him gag slightly as soon as he moved closer to it. He sneezed loudly, his body’s way of trying to rid it from his nose, and sniffled quietly.

What was that smell??

(sorry for the small response!!)

(It's okay XDD I didn't really give you anything to go off of-)
Caz scrubbed everywhere, especially on his back side where his wings were. He tried, he really tried to rinse the black ooze off but more would just take it's place.
When Caz got out of the shower and looked in the mirror again, he saw that his wings had slightly inproved, but were still a mess. Guess I won't be using them anytime soon.. He thought. Might as well wrap them for now.
He looked in the cabinet under the sink and saw the first aid kit that he had stashed a few years ago. He took it out and unravelled the cloth bandage, begining to wrap it around his chest and over his broken wings. Caz had done this before when he had first been brought to earth, back when he had no idea how to hide his wings from the people that dwelled on the planet. It made his wings ache but that was something he would have to deal with in the mean time.

Caz soon got dressed and sprayed a shit load of the thing the humans called Axe. It was like a good smelling mist that came out of a can bottle.
After he was done, he opened the door of the bathroom and walked to the bedroom where Zack was at. "Alright, I'm done, your turn" he said, a gentle smile on his face, though the terror he had witness in the bathroom was eating at his mental stability.

Zack sat up slowly as the Angel appeared back into the bedroom, his nose pointed up slightly still from his escapade from the bed. His nose fell and his eyes trained intently onto Caz, big and wide for no particular reason. He slowly stood from the bed, nosing the air curiously, as though quietly following a blood trail with his strong nose.He paused near the Angel, his mismatched eyes now more obvious than ever up close like this.

Literally, once again, without words, the Demon sneezed loudly after taking one whiff of the Angel, his nose crunching up almost comically. Something was definitely wrong with this smell, it smelled so— almost too— Human. Zack never really liked how Humans smelled. He didn’t like Angel musk either, until he met Caz, which was enjoyable. Well, not currently.

“What happened? You smell weird,” The Demon finally asked, his big eyes still round and concerned, as they always look. It almost seemed to be a permanent look for Wings, whose wings were fluttering anxiously behind him. Demons were never the type to show such soft, gentle emotions, but let’s be honest, Zack wasn’t a normal Demon. He acted almost like a Half-Breed mix of Demon and Human.

(hey, i know it's been a long time and i didn't want to get near you or disturb you cause you're really happy with Nate right now and i didn't wanna bring sort of depressing news to ya, you kno? but i guess i have to say this eventually. so, um. my cousin died, sometime this week- or last week, i haven't been keeping track cause im a mess right now, but i just wanted to tell you that i can't-
i really can't keep this going, im probably going to attend her funeral this week or the next, i'm not sure, but i just wanted to tell you so you don't think im avoiding you or anything-
she was kind of like a sister to me, we were very close and i just, i dont know. i want to vent so bad to someone but i know that it's hard for the other person to help so i just want to leave it at that. i won't be coming on anymore, because after this it kinda made me realize how i take people around me for granted.
but i did want to say thanks for being a hella cool friend on here, you're really sweet and supportive and you deserve all the happiness that's coming your way ^^ i appreciate the living fuck outta you emi, take care of yourself my dude, i hope i'll cya around later maybe, who knows <3)

(oh no, Mumu, I’m so sorry for your loss. Please tell me if there is anything I can do to help you or anything, but please go about mourning healthily. Mourning is scary and painful, just as losing a loved one is, but that loved one wouldn't want you to put yourself in harm’s way.
Don’t worry yourself about me, thanks for telling me, sweetheart ❤️)