#;;second son

[⭐] The disaster that was the rally in Hell, their failed apology and the sinners declaration of war. That was what Heaven was facing. It left Abel uncomfortable and uncertain about what was to come. Adam was so good at this whole head of the exorcists thing, but him? He would prefer to avoid confrontation. He hated fighting. Always had.

Just the thought of having to lead the exorcists to war made him sick.

It was during another meeting with Sera, Emily, Lute and Pentious that he had decided to make the suggestion of going down and talking to that Vox sinner about this war and where they could come to terms so no one has to get hurt. Unfortunately for Abel, these negotiations were on him to try and implement. The idea of going down to Hell to negotiate after what he witnessed made him want to disappear. He would much rather sit back with some good food and hide away in his room.

His tummy hurt just at the thought of having to face the television headed demon. His eye was terrifying.

But the decision was made, the invitation was set, and the demon had seemed to agree to meet on neutral terms to negotiate. The only neutral ground in Hell at this time was the Embassy. At least there Abel would have quick access to leaving via portal.

A projection wouldn't do. Heaven wanted to show they were sincere. They wanted to be taken seriously. So Abel was to go alone. Not even Lute was to accompany him, Sera too afraid she may attack the sinner in question.

[⭐] Abel wasn't entirely sure what he was doing. He had a stomach ache all day for one particular reason. He was fine earlier. He had gotten up, showered and felt good about himself. So good he thought maybe he would take a photo. Sinful, yes, but what if it was for a loved one? Would that loved one like it?

After he had taken the photo, in his full glory, he felt nervous. His stomach hurt and there was an internal back and forth if he should send the photo or not. He wanted to send it to Peter. He wanted to finally try and move things along in their maybe-boyfriends but not quite boyfriends relationship.

He sat there in a bathrobe, staring at the photo message for hours, debating if he should say something. Well, of course he should say something. Otherwise that would be awkward, right? But then, Peter was a Saint. He shouldn't be doing this to him. He shouldn't sexualize him. And what if he wasn't into all of that, that the photo displayed?

He felt sick.

"Abel, you're a disaster..." he groans, rubbing at his face, "Just..delete the photo. It's not worth the embarrassment..." Somewhere in the back of his mind he could hear his dad making chicken noises. He was chickening out. "Why did I even take it to begin with?"

He felt utterly stupid. He was missing a meeting over these emotions!

He moves to lift his phone back up to get rid of the message, but he loses his grip. With a yelp, he tries to catch the phone as it tumbles to the floor face down. "Oh cheese and crackers..." He reaches down to pick it up, dread instantly filling him. Eyes widen as he sees the image had sent. No message, just him butt ass naked. "Oh no, can I recall a text??? How do I delete it?!" He fumbles with the phone, hoping he can get rid of the message before Peter sees it. He's in a meeting, he should be busy, he should be -- he was typing. Peter was typing!!!

Abel found himself holding his breath with great anxiety, watching the dots show as Peter typed out his message. One. Then another. And another.

"Oh holy cheese, he hates it..." The doubt washes over him like a tidal wave and he can feel the tears prick his eyes. Peter is just being nice. Beautiful? Yeah, sure. He wipes at his face, trying to wipe away the tears. He finally found the delete button and hoped the picture would disappear for Peter too.

[Sorry, that was an accident!]

[Hope the meeting's going well!]

[⭐] He couldn't think straight. There was too much going on too quickly. They were just supposed to be talking. A drink, something peaceful and nice for a change. But one thing had led to another, and now Abel found himself kissing Vox. In the back of his mind he knew this was wrong. He knew he shouldn't be kissing a sinner, let alone the one that was threatening Heaven. He was giving into sin, and that terrified him. Was he going to fall?

Laying back against his fathers desk, he looked up at Vox but he wasn't trying to stop him. His robes had been discarded. Where they were he had no idea at this point. Nor did it really matter as Vox positioned himself. He was expecting his first time to go a lot differently than this.

There's a gasp from Abel, his eyes wide with surprise at the feeling of being inside someone. It was warm and tight and it felt good. Was this the feeling his father always seemed to rave about? "Oh holy cheese and crackers..." he murmurs, unsure for a moment what to do.

His hands come up, clumsily gripping at Vox's hips. They weren't trying to gain control. If anything, he was just trying to ground himself to the moment. His gaze met Vox's, the angels face flush with a brilliant gold. Pleasure is written everywhere. In his eyes, his face, in his voice.