Not Everything is Happy [M], Tag Sariel

[MATTEUS CARRINGTON]

if i was a sculptor

but then again, no

OR A MAN WHO MAKES POTIONS IN A TRAVELLING SHOW

The angel's body was getting hot, he could feel it, his skin pulsating with heat just underneath the surface. He could feel it, like a drug if that was even possible, and he wanted more, more of that warmth the angel was sharing. Their lips were still connected from the kiss the human had pressed to Sariel's lips, his taste still sweet enough to make him giddy. He could feel the angels hands slide up from where they had been previously before the tips of his fingers pressed into Matteus' cheeks, tracing gently along his jaw. Each brush of skin sent tantalizing shocks of electricity through his nerves, almost tangible to the human. It may have just been his imagination but every time the angel touched him, he swore he could see light jumping from the angel to him. There was a sudden groan from the angel that passed between their lips and Matteus couldn't help but shiver at the feeling, it seemed to echo through him and come back out his own lips as he pushed himself up against the angel harder. The feel of the angels fingers pressing into his skin just made him hotter, his skin already sensitive, more so now because of the light from the angels body. The kiss changed, from what it had been to hungry, the angels lips searchingly pressing harder against his own making him moan against them. He'd never been kissed like this before, but he liked it, he'd never been touched like the angel was touching him before, and he really liked that. This entire situation was completely new to him, each experience adding up on top of the other sending each and everyone of his nerves into an electrical firestorm.

It was all too soon the angel was pulling away from their kiss, his blue eyes snapped open in surprise. He hadn't expected that, he'd thought they could kiss like that for a while, though feeling the angel sink his head back into his hand and the pillows made him smile just a bit, he knew he was having an effect on the angel. His eyes watched the angels hand raise and rest over the one Matty had on the back of his head. Matteus let his other hand trail down the angels chest, he was unable to stop himself, as if entranced to follow the path his finger took with his eyes. They were suddenly moving and blinking a little as well as blushing Matteus suddenly found himself on the angels chest as Sariel had turned on his back taking the human with him showing off his angelic strength. Still breathing deeply Matteus just rests there a moment, taking the time to breathe, to get air back into his system. His fingers curled into the angels hair, running them through needily, almost like he had to, to distract himself from everything his body was feeling. Oddly enough, as he was resting there he could feel more of the angels warmth seeping into his body, spreading through his veins like it was liquid or something. He didn't want it to stop, he'd never felt this good before, his mind was calm for once, all his thoughts focused solely on the angel and what they were doing. He didn't want it to stop, he didn't want it to stop anytime soon and that was surprising to him, he'd never wanted to do anything like this with anyone before. But here he was, and he didn't want to stop, not now, not ever if he had any say in it, if the angel wanted to keep this going.

Opening his eyes again his blue ones sought out the hazel eyes of the angel and found them quickly. The look in them sent shivers down his spine, it was hungry, but hungry and needy in a way that made Matteus want to give him whatever he needed or hungered for. He could still see the angels familiar ageless look, and the recognition that was always there, always making Matteus curious about him. How he knew the human, how the angel seemed to know him just by looking into his eyes, as if everything he needed to know was in them. Matteus had always believed eyes to be a window for some people, where as for others it was merely a reflection, and even others still it was a door. For Matteus, it was a mixture of all three having never found people he could ever let see him he'd always reflected people or just shown the barest hint in his eyes. No one before the angel had ever looked at him like they completely knew him, as if every wall and barrier he'd put up meant anything and they could see right through it. A shiver went through him as he felt the angels hand slide up his neck delicately and into the hair on the back of his head before it pressed and guided him until their lips were back against each other. Another groan escaped him, this one far more needy and encompassing of his desires than any other he'd let out so far. His body jumped a little as if hit by an electrical current as the angels other hand started wandering down his back, farther down over his butt making him accidentally bite the angels lip in shock. Before he quickly pulled up his blue eyes wide, "Sorry...I...sorry.." Thankfully the angel wasn't bleeding, otherwise he would have been mortified, but he did lean his head back down and plant soft kisses over the small bite mark before hungrily covering the angels lips with his own.

That hunger that had been in the angels eyes was now spreading throughout the humans body and mind. He wanted to give into his more carnal desires, he wanted to touch the angel and be touched in so many more ways than they were doing right now. Unable to stop himself his mind branched off picturing everything that he wanted to happen, each visualization more graphic than the next making him hotter and hotter. His arousal was already straining against his boxers and he couldn't help but move his hips and drag the clothed organ across Sariel's leg biting his lip with a moan of appreciation for the friction. It was so deliciously hot, and he moved his hips until he was pressing his against Sariels, and started moving his hips down into the angel grinding them together. It was like being hit with lightning almost, his body charged with energy that he'd never felt before. His lips worked hungrily against the angels, his tongue moving against his lips before finding its way inside and exploring the depths of the angels mouth, he couldn't help but love the sweetness of it. It was as if the angel ate nothing but sweets, if this was the case Matteus would kiss the angel for ever and ever from this moment on, because that was a taste he could get use to. His hand slid from behind the angels head as it joined the other resting against the Sariel's chest before they slid lower and rested on the angels hips and gripped onto him there. Using the element of surprise to his advantage Matteus kept their lips locked while he pushed them to the side and rolled until he was the one under the angel, the friction of their bodies rubbing together eliciting another moan from him his eyes rolling in his head as he broke their kiss breathing heavily his skin flushed. "Sariel..." HIs voice was a mixture of pleading, a command, and want, far too many things wrapped up in one that he knew might confuse the angel, but with his roaming hands now slipping between their bodies and teasingly lowering between their chests moving farther south, maybe with the images in his mind the angel would make sense of it.

MY GIFT IS MY SONG AND THIS ONE'S FOR YOU

TAGGING: Sariel , WORDS: 1341 , OUTFIT: This , NOTES: <.< Matty might break him >.>

^{lisey of caution owns my soul. and this template. don't steal it.}

[Sariel]

In the darkness I will be your guiding light

There was a pinch at Sariel’s mouth that seemed so distant it would have been ignored entirely had Matteus not reacted so suddenly, causing the instant withdraw that felt as if it was unkindly disrupting what had been otherwise intoxicatingly mind numbing. All the angel could do was stare, his lips hesitantly parted as hazel eyes watched the human with uncertain eagerness. "Sorry...I...sorry..." Whatever the human was sorry for, Sariel didn’t have a chance to formulate the question to ask before the others lips were lightly touching his mouth in gentle repetitive gestures, followed by another lingering touch of their lips.

There were thoughts on the human’s mind that were beyond Sariel’s understanding as far as reason went, including why simple physical interactions were so difficult to cope with, so disorientating. Just as Sariel barely managed to form those inquisitive thoughts, a firm movement from the human as he seemed to drag his body against the angel’s vessel, a deep and yet soft choking sound as the even more overwhelming sensation caught the supernatural by surprise. Another groan was attempted to be stifled as Sariel shut his eyes, his fingers desperately trying not to clench so tightly he knew it would cause pain, his thoughts torn between each point of contact that burned with sensations. The rush of it all and the disorientation caused by it left Sariel almost oblivious to the switch in positions, his mind dragging along to catch up with what was happening.

"Sariel...." Again the lips had moved away, and again Sariel found himself staring at them as if their removal had somehow been unfair. A confused look could be glimpsed flickering past the angels eyes as he stared perhaps too quietly at the human, hands moved to hold up Sariel’s weight as he dropped closer to the human to stare the other in the eyes. There was a tension easily noticeable, a quiver difficult to hide that rippled through the angels form as if he were shivering from chill in the air. Aside that movements had stopped, but more as if the creatures whole form had merely locked up, muscles so tight that he couldn’t have moved even if he desired to. Focus eventually shifted from one blue eye to the other, a sign Sariel was still there and not some broken statue yet again. While at first Sariel had paid little attention to Matteus’s wandering hands, they soon became hard to ignore, while at first little reaction was given in a manner Matty could physically see, a shifting in the shadows of the candle light would have hinted at the ever tensing and raising wing span as the angel stared.

It was almost as if being snapped from a day dream the manner in which Sariel went from ever so still to suddenly reacting to Matty’s thoughts, as if resistance had burned away and little was left to hold the angel back. Though what few things coincided with Amaziah’s memories, there were also differences, considering the vessel had only ever been romantically involved with females. In some ways it barely mattered, considering Matteus had such vivid thoughts to guide him along. Time was never an issue with Sariel in the past, however as with so many things of late, even that seemed not to be working in his favor, for every moment that passed seemed to have gone too quickly. Every touch that stroked against the vessel, followed by every single rhythmic motion as two bodies seemed to work as one in what Sariel would have described as blinding intensity if the angel had actually not still been able to lock his gaze on the other’s outside the points they were squeezed shut with ever vocal outcry failed to be silenced in the back of the angel’s throat.

The morning light may have been bringing forth the new day, however for Sariel it was only bringing his companion closer to the brink of darkness which had threatened to swallow the human’s mind despite his own interest in attempting to stay awake. Beads of sweat had formed across the others form, and the angel could taste the saltiness of it with ever kiss, breathing had become heavier, eyelids drooping closer together with every blink and with every passing intake of air, Matteus seemed that much closer to sleep. All Sariel could do was watch, studying the human’s eyes and appearing transfixed by what he saw within, fingers softly stroking at the mortals face as if pawing in some vein hope to keep Matty’s attention. Exhaustion wasn’t going to let the human stay awake though, and it would be unfair to hope for otherwise, all that Sariel could do was offer a few more kisses as they laid there, each one their side, facing one another and still close together. The angel rested his forehead against Matteus’s own, closed his eyes and listened to the others breathing as it gradually eased.

Ideally, Sariel would have remained there in quiet contemplation till Matteus had awaken hours later, however having earlier removed the grounding sigil, Sariel never put it back up, while moment he was cradling the human who had curled up against him, the seraph soon found himself standing elsewhere, summoned by his garrison’s Commander without a warning. In the instant just as Sariel felt the tug of the other angel, all he could think of was how much he didn’t want to be pulled away... followed by how Matteus might react if Sariel wasn’t there when the human awoke.

-cheers as the Jerni has returned!-

[Sariel]

In the darkness I will be your guiding light

The journey had been unpleasant, though perhaps because Sariel had been stubborn enough to attempt to resist it, after all, Voldriel was just another Seraph, a high ranked, a more frightful, dangerously creative and perfectly cold, Seraph. The kind that angels feared, were awed by, and considered the action of the Garrison’s leader unnecessarily gruesome or worrying. That was the Garrison’s whole purpose though, they were the ones willing or designed to do what few others could, willing to have the tasks that were needed, be it obliteration of a larger population, the capture and torture of their enemies... sometimes even their allies if need be.. They had creativity in all the wrong ways, because that was how they were designed, and each one had their own unique skill sets, and each one had done their own devastating task. Sariel wasn’t above any of them, in fact, Voldriel was known to be relatively fond of Sariel, Severiel and and Hariel. They were they three of the higher ranked members in the Garrison, Hariel had been their Captian until his death aiding Castiel and the army sent to hell to save that failure of a human, Dean Winchester.

With the Captain's death, Sariel had been honored with a promotion to replace the empty rank, and while at first he had been honored, and Severiel ... not so gracious about the matter, now that honor seemed ..hallow. Perhaps it had been siblings like Maion, Remembrance, Metatron and the like, the ones who were not so hard or callous in regards to mankind, that had over the many centuries gradually managed to sway the indifference towards humans Sariel had shown. Remembrance’s past unwavering stance as she moved amongst them, though now pain and anguish had swayed her to chance those sentiments, just for all the wrong reasons. Maion had faught for them when the thread of termination had drawn impossibly close, Metatron had roamed the Earth, in misery over purging’s of the past. They were no longer just toys to play with, he still need time to truly understand all that that really meant, but they were chosen as the favorites of their father and Sariel could not deny that truth, he could not deny also that he had recently seen and understood reasons that would valid this choice their Father made.

Hitting the ground, cold and solid, Sariel let out a guttural huff, then a glare that was barely hidden before wiser judgement took over and Sariel returned to the safer stoic stance. The angel stood, still undressed, entirely unbothered by this fact, and eyed the head of his Garrison, then turned his face to stare at Remy, she’d have gotten there a breath sooner since she didn’t have the strength to resist Voldriel’s summons. The blue haired angel was far from alright, even someone as Sariel, who struggled to identify much more then the absolute basics of human body language, could tell something was wrong. The fear was tangible, like an aura about his younger sibling, though something else was off and Sariel had no understanding as what that could be.

"I do not know what you two are doing," The cold, airy voice of Voldriel drifted from his lips, his vessel’s steel grey gaze piecing, and the pulsating grace within felt barely managing to remain restrained. "But you," Sharp stare at Remembrance was given with this stressed word, "Are nowhere near where you are supposed to be." If Remy was going to get punished, Sariel wasn’t sure how to protect her, he wasn’t exactly in a position right now to make demands, at least not with the manner he was being addressed of late. "And you, Sariel," The name was said venomously, which had pure guilt and unease reflected back, despite the downcast eyes. "We have indulged your sentimental requests for those exiled and yet you have not accomplished a single task outside of pointing the wayward siblings in this direction." The hairless vessel of the powerful seraph was toned, yet slender, pale as if it hadn’t had a chance for the skin to be kissed by sunlight for far too long, which just added to the cold nature of Voldriel’s presence.

There was no point in trying to run, Voldriel would just pull them back again, though what to say? Sariel pressed his lips together, for some reason, he was more worried about the few humans he seemed to befriend on some level and how they might react to him just suddenly vanishing. Would they be displeased with him, as Voldriel and others had become? Could he tolerate having these favored children of God displeased with him? These thoughts were scattered in that moment by a rather solid force striking against the side of Sariel’s face, it was firm, yet not as hard as it could have been, enough still to knock him back two steps before recovering his balance. "Pay attention, when I speak, you will look at me." The voice was that same monotone airy insistence... underneath it however, as a rage that caused only the faintest of quivers on the very edge of his voice. Sariel forced his gaze to lift, tensing jaw at the tingling which would form a bruise, trying hard not to frown, though the tips of his fingers seemed to tremble for a reason he wasn’t sure of.

"Now," Attention turned to Remy, and Sariel tensed all the more, watching with cautious restraint, each and every little bit of movement Voldriel made. They were wrong, Remembrance and he, they had strayed from their tasks and this deserved punishment, and Sariel understood that... the idea of watching it being taken out on his sister however, especially as he had done nothing to aid guide her... Sariel wasn’t sure he could stand by and let it happen. "You will tell me why, exactly, you are not where you are supposed to be." After that, Sariel would have to explain, not for the first time, why things were going along so slowly as far as his task was concerned.

>.> I took too long, so I will drop this here, Remy can reply here, and then Sariel can pop back to the motel as planned and we carry on as intended.

[REMEMBRANCE]

She had been in the center of a steel cage, floating several feet above a dance floor filled with humans. Dancing inside it, half clothed and mostly high on pills that had been given her. She'd barely even noticed when her surroundings changed, but when she did, and her eyes fell on Voldriel standing several feet before her, she almost choked. No one angel had even laid eyes on her like this. She was almost certain the stench of sin was coming off of her. Not just the things she'd done on Lucifer's behalf - or with Lucifer, for that matter, but the things she'd done on her own accord. She chewed on her lips, attempting to cover herself in some sort of manner but also trying not to make it seem like she was nervous or frightened - much easier said than done. She eased a little when Sariel also appeared, her gaze flicking over her elder brother and wondering why he was was naked but not saying anything on it. She felt a little better about her attire.

She swallowed thickly as Voldriel addressed them, unhappiness being an understatement as far as his tone of voice was concerned. She kept her eyes on the ground, not daring say anything, praying for someone to sweep her away from this mess. She been so careful to keep her distance, keep on her duties as best she could - sometimes even enlisting the help of others to keep up with things while she was distracted. She'd slipped up just this once it seemed. Maybe he'd forgive her if she attempted to... she couldn't think of an excuse he'd accept for her not being where she needed to be. She could claim she was held by something. They all thought her weak, anyway, playing to that would help her perhaps. She thought it over for a moment as he addressed Sariel now, hearing the words he sent flying towards the seraph with venom laced on them. She took a breath as his attention came back to her, not daring move a muscle, not daring even breath.

"I lost track of time. Trying to take care of some of the humans around me. They are in sore need of guidance. I... got wrapped up in their troubles. It will not happen again." She stated. That seemed a suitable enough story. She just hoped he bought it, that was all. If not, she couldn't possibly think of anything that she could do further to keep her neck. ((Don't mind us we're just crashing your sexy time. >.>))