Another one, another day, another negative thought that captivated his uncertainty and forced it to grow and build on his impatience and impulses. Kronos was tired and he was frustrated; a part of him even wanted to go home. The more the uncertainty fed into him, though, the more his rationality began to bleed through. The devastation he let show on his face lasted but a moment before the neutrality came back and he continued his search. It was a particularly chilly day that day and he could tell due to sweaters and jackets that were worn. It wasn’t always accurate due to a few species body heat but in the neutral zone, one got all the species to look at. He was following a case reported earlier that day and though he got but a small lead, he would follow through; his own agenda never far from his mind of course. Coming to the building in question, Kronos paused a moment to look at the tattoo shop across the street. He pushed his papers into his back pocket and jogged to the door. Upon taking a step inside, Kronos knew that something had fallen into place, if just a small piece. He verbally gasped, as if he’d been touched by someone’s static electricity.

For a man who has lived quite a few lifetimes, yet not as many as his mage’s, one would think he had better control of his emotions. However, the moment he got home and saw that Mark was also there, he found his heart fluttering. His eyes laid upon the mage and he smiled sweetly, almost shocked to see him. “When did you get back?” He asked, moving to set some food on the counter as they were out, rather Mark was out.”

The last time Kronos attempted to court another or even go to a simple dinner with another was far too long for him to truly remember. It took him several outfits to find the right one and he still wasn’t sure. His smell remained the same but with a bit more of a kick, his hair styled rather normally but with one or two more brushes back and he even wore lip balm. Being the only vehicle he had, Kronos resorted to his motorbike and parked it out front as he waited for the other to show. With one more look at his watch, an obvious show of anticipation, Kronos looked up and saw him. There was a flutter in his stomach, something he hadn’t felt in a few centuries. “Honestly, I was a bit nervous you might not make it.”

“You don’t have to make me anything,” Gabriel said as he settled back to give Mark some extra room. He smiled up at the ceiling as his head was tilted back, his neck vulnerable, “I’m already up for more.” He let out a small mewl when he felt the tongue, and he reached upwards to tangle his fingers in Mark’s hair to keep him there, aware that his skin was already starting form a hickey.

The excitement he felt from simply being in bed with the djinn had his heart pounding in a rhythm he wasn’t familiar with. He couldn’t recall a time when the flutter of his heart made his stomach fill with excitement and his body shake with anticipation. Mark had barely touched him, barely kissed him when his heart started it’s obscure dance but his anticipation grew further as the djinn teased him with a smile. Doing as he was told, Kronos took a deep breath but he still wasn’t prepared for his touch. He’d had lovers, had others touch him in such a manner but the deep crushing feeling he had on the djinn seemed to tenfold his desire. His hands clung to the sheets beneath him and he almost bit his lip to bleed as his touches continued. His eyes remained closed to the feel of their lips caressed, yet it was only for a short moment before Mark’s lips were on his neck and shoulders. Unable to help himself, a moan pushed past his lips yet followed quickly but a surprised gasp. In the field, a place he’d felt the most comfortable, he felt those touches on his member and he felt his hips move in desperation. The gasp turned into another lengthy moan as his eyes opened in the dream to look down. He wanted to see what he was doing, wanted to understand what he couldn’t seem to comprehend. The movements then stopped and he was left panting, even sweating and hard to the feel of Mark’s lips upon his palm. The simple yet beautiful gesture made his heart once again flutter to the point he almost was in tears. Kronos was finally pulled from the dream as his eyes opened and he looked back at Mark. “...There are no words to describe this.” He whispered before he pushed himself up and looked down at his palm. Kronos sat in front of Mark before he lifted the palm that was previously kissed and placed it to his own lips. He once more closed his eyes and breathed shaky breaths as his heart pounded against his chest. “I don’t understand this feeling but I’m not sure if I’m supposed to.”

“Just tell me when and where and I’m yours.”

Mark’s blue eyes were simply met with Azrael’s, which always stayed red, as he pumped himself deeper and deeper into Mark with each thrust. He had called Mark over, thinking perhaps they could go to lunch or something, but what was supposed to be that turned into heated passionate sex in the elder’s private chambers, and Queenie stood guard outside so they wouldn’t be disturbed. Frankly, this kind of thing happened all the time, so it really wasn’t a big deal. He growled at the way the other grabbed at his back, but he enjoyed it thorough while he thrust himself more and more, keeping the Djinn full. “Why make it that easy?” he panted, reaching down to take Mark’s cock into his hand and jerking him off to the rhythm of their passion. The other’s bubble butt felt tight around his length, and he loved it.

“...Do you mean you and I?”