The Three Dark Angels

"So, what are the rules?" Azreal asked Emerald.

"Currently, let's just kind of stay at arm's distance for a little. Right now I just want to lose myself to the music for a few minutes and let everything settle in. As well as that, I can take the time to decide whether or not you will get a second dance with me." Emerald said with a smile.

Azreal smiled back. "Tease." He answered as Emerald closed her eyes, trying to find a groove in the current song that was booming in her ears, and eventually began to sway to the beat with Azreal not far behind in getting into his own groove.

Once Azreal had settled in and found the rhythm to the music blasting in the air, Azreal opened his eyes to see how Emerald was getting along, and found himself a surprise.

Emerald could dance. In fact, she was a very good dancer, enough so that Azreal had to stop and gawk at her for a few moments.

There were many people in the world who think they can dance, especially those in raves like this, and all they end up doing is little more than throwing their bodies around in a somewhat awkward fashion in trying to time themselves with the beat. Or, they just end up copying what others are doing around them.

But not Emerald.

Emerald's eyes were currently closed, clearly lost in her own little world at the moment, but almost every move, Azreal saw, was done fluently with almost perfect time with the beat, and she was using every part of her body. Her hips, her legs, her upper body, her arms, even her head was moving with the beat.

Another part that Azreal found strange is that based on the way she was moving, she wasn't dancing in an overtly sensual way, but her dancing made her very sensual, forcing Azreal to openly appreciate her form as he watched her twist and turn with smoothness, grace, and flexibility. Her arms as they stretched with grace (especially when she stretched her clasped hands over her head as her hair splashed everywhere as her eyes remained closed. A strong part of Azreal wanted to jump on her right then and there.) Her long hair as it splashed all around her head and shoulders as her head twisted and turned. Her cheeks as they began to flush with a little red, her body as it twisted and turned (especially her chest when she would thrust it out a little on occasions.) Her legs as they smoothly moved to the beat with no hesitation, and her waist area as that smoothly moved with the beat as well. And perhaps the most important element of all, the confidence that she exhumed as she danced.

Once Azreal got his senses back together after staring at her for a few moments, he had to take the time once again to get back into his own groove, keeping his own eyes closed in order to keep Emerald from distracting him again. Soon enough he got back into rhythm, and was dancing away for several minutes before he heard his name being called out.

"Azreal!" He heard from Emerald in the background, causing him to stop and turn to her, surprised to find that she was directly in front of him with a smile on her face. Without a word, she reached up her arms over Azreal's shoulders, clasping her hands behind his head, and Azreal's excitement went up several notches.

"I think I've made my decision, and if the rest of the night goes well, I think you and I can...get together later this evening. For the moment though, do you mind if we get a little frisky?" Emerald asked, her voice a little more heavy and slow than before, revealing that everything she had taken was settling in.

Azreal smiled. "Sure, you big tease. But, I'm a big boy. I can handle it."

Emerald continued to smile in response. "That's what I like to hear. It's good that not everyone in the world likes to rush to the finish, but take the time to enjoy the little things."

"The little things is what makes the finale even better." Azreal commented, and Emerald pulled herself and Azreal together as Emerald snuggled up against Azreal.

"You're a rare man. A real smooth talker, patient, and respectful. It's been so long before I've met a decent man like yourself." Emerald spoke as she rested her head and closed her eyes against Azreal's chest as he wrapped his arms around her, remaining in this position for a few moments before Emerald slightly pulled herself away and met his eyes.

"Okay, sappy stuff for later. Let's dance!" Emerald said in a chirpy voice. "Oh no, wait, that's not what I mean. I meant that I'll do all of the dancing, and you just stand there and look pretty for a little bit so that we can get on the same page. But, I want the intro all to myself for a little bit."

Azreal nodded. "I'm at your command, fair lady."

Emerald bursted out laughing. "That's funny. Okay, I'll let you know when you can start. Right now, I want to reward you for being such a good guy."

"A reward is nice, but I hope you don't drop my pants in the middle of the crowd. I'm shy like that."

Emerald started laughing again. "You're silly. Okay, let me get started before you make me laugh so much that I pee my pants."

"Definitely don't want that. I'll keep my mouth shut now."

Emerald smiled but said nothing as she pulled herself close to Azreal again. But, instead of cuddling up against him, she began to rub his body with her own, taking it a little slow and out of the beat at first so that she could feel out Azreal and how to include him along with her dancing and the beat.

At the same time though, she was being somewhat merciless. She was definitely paying attention to his crotch area, and the undeniable hardness which was slowly emerging as Emerald provoked him, rubbing his crotch with her butt, her own crotch, her breasts, and later on began grabbing him with her hands once Azreal had reached full staff.

"Mmm, good, size isn't a problem with you, plenty for me to work with." Emerald commented on Azreal's goods as she continued to rub herself up against him in all different manners, and now in tune with the beat and clearly more comfortable than when she had first started.

"So unfair, you making me sit here and do nothing while you basically molest me." Azreal protested in good humor.

"I can stop if you want." Emerald answered.

"You know what, I'll continue to keep my mouth shut."

Emerald slinked her way to in front of Azreal, with her back, and especially her rear was pressing up against him hard, slinking up and down.

"If it makes you feel any better, I'm being just as merciless to myself as I am to you, so if you don't mind..." Emerald trailed off as her hands grabbed Azreal's own and led them to her soft breasts.

"...I'd like a hand." She finished as she continued to grind against Azreal and squeeze her own breasts through Azreal's hands, emitting small moans as she did so though most of it was drowned out by the music.

"Does this mean I can start dancing now?" Azreal asked.

"Yeah, time to show me if you can keep up."

"Oh I don't think I'll have a problem there, I have you to keep me up."

Emerald laughed at that. "Funny guy. Okay, no more delays, show me that you can dance."

"It'll be my pleasure." Azreal answered as he began finding his groove again, which was made a little more difficult because he had to try follow both the blaring music and Emerald's lead, who continued to grind against him, but now her movements had decreased significantly, and Azreal began to ponder it until Emerald gave him the answer.

Her hands guided Azreal's own away from her breasts and began traveling downward in a very slow and teasing manner as she continued her little movements, her butt swaying slightly in tune with the beat.

As their hands approached her pants, Azreal almost thought that she was going to slide one or both of his hands right into her pants. Though that did not happen, she did guide his hands right to her tunnel (which Azreal correctly guessed was just about primed and ready to go) and like with her breasts, pressed his hands against the fire burning between her legs in various manners, and also began thrusting her crotch into Azreal's hands as she more or less rode Azreal's hands.

"Wow...you're not holding back at all are you?" Azreal asked, surprised. Though not unpleasantly so, obviously.

"It's been a long time since I've been with a decent man that I could cut loose with. Like I said, I normally don't do this kind of thing, and I haven't for quite a while, but it does feel good to be able to go crazy like this."

"Far be it from me to stop you. But at this rate, I'm not sure how long I'll last before I absolutely have to find relief."

"Mmm, just a little longer. I like our dance together so far. We'll dance a little more, hit the bar for a final few things, then head out. Trust me, you're not the only one who needs relief."

"So, where will we go? My place or yours?" Azreal asked.

"I have roommates I'd rather avoid."

"Mine are alright. They should be asleep, and we won't wake them so long as we keep quiet. This I know from experience." Azreal said with confidence.

"Okay, it's decided. Now, back to dancing."



Azreal was amazed at Emerald as she basically attacked him as soon as he opened the door to his house. Twice, not once, but twice she had pulled him into a dark alley because her need became too strong for her to handle, and the three to four hour walk was too long of a wait. Azreal was taken care of the first time, but the second time, only about an hour to go, the second time Azreal had passed, intending to save himself for when they got home. However, he had no problem pleasing Emerald for a second time.

But, that was only an hour or so ago, and already she had this much energy, as she sucked on his face and clawed at his chest, pushing him into the house, with Azreal barely able to keep up.

Azreal pulled away from Emerald's attack. "Woah, woah, we just got here. Here, let me close the door." Azreal whispered as he went to reach for the door to close it, then heard a sudden gasp from Emerald.

"What? Azreal said in a low voice as he came to her side, then saw what she saw.

"Oh, I think she's asleep, thank goodness." Emerald whispered with relief. "But wow, she has gorgeous hair. I wish I had hair like that."

It was actually Aegis, who had fallen asleep on the living room couch, his black hair stretching over his face and actually touched the floor, the overall picture an odd sight for Azreal. Why was he asleep on the couch?

"He's Aegis. And yeah, he is a guy, despite his long black hair." Azreal whispered to Emerald.

"He's a guy?"

"Yeah."

"Wow. He has gorgeous hair for a guy. But why does he wear it like that?"

Alarm bells went off in Azreal's head. There was no way he was going to let her get any sort of glance at Aegis' face, knowing that she just might randomly attack him in her current state. Azreal also took a moment to curse Aegis for his fucking ridiculously good looks.

Fucking asshole.

"Don't worry about him. He's been going out late at night anyways, and I guess he didn't make it to bed. C'mon, we got more important business to attend to."

"No arguments there." Emerald agreed as Azreal took her by the hand and quietly made their way to the hall of the bedroom when suddenly, one door opened and Angelus emerged, wearing only his underwear and his red hair a mass mess, spiking out in several different directions.

Azreal stopped short and almost audibly gasped. What the fuck!? Why is he now having the worst luck in the world with a girl he actually liked and not just wanted to fuck? (Though the 'fuck' part was still the highest priority on Azreal's list at the moment.) Emerald had actually gasped loud enough to hear her, who was right behind him.

Angelus lifted his head, his eyes half squinted as he noticed something odd right in front of him. He recognized Azreal, but who the hell was that with him? It was a girl, obviously, and Angelus saw that they were holding hands, and his eyes bounced back and forth between Azreal and the girl a number of times while Azreal remained on edge and prayed that Angelus doesn't pull some obnoxious bullshit.

Emerald, on the other hand, decided that since everything was quiet at the moment, and with Angelus almost completely naked, she instead opted to take a moment to observe the man standing before her.

His face currently was just as much of a mess as his hair was, having just woken up. But, his body was impressive, possessing a nice set of abs and chest along with several light scars, most definitely a man's body. And better yet, he had a very obvious a midnight/morning wood going on, and though it wasn't completely out in the open, there was a good side view of it thanks to the hole in the middle of Angelus' underwear, and Emerald had to consciously bite down on her lower lip because that was a good package, and most definitely something that could fill the burning emptiness currently between her legs. Unfortunately, that wasn't going to happen, but it was something worth burning into her mind, and she bit her lower lip more as she continued to stare at the impressive tool.

Angelus, not noticing Emerald gawking him, instead finally shook his head after his eyes had bounced back and forth between Azreal and Emerald several times.

"You know what? It's late, and I'm seeing shit. Good night ghosts, or hallucinations or whatever the fuck you are." Angelus mumbled as one arm began scratching his chest while another reached down into his underwear to scratch himself and accidentally spilled his goods into the open as he walked past Azreal and Emerald, still too asleep to even notice.

Emerald, on the other hand, suddenly forgot to bite her lower lip which instantly fell open as she saw Angelus in all his glory. And yes, it was glorious, and Emerald finally had to force herself to turn away from the very nice view.

'Thank you Angelus!' Azreal's mind shouted as he stared at Angelus' back as he began walking away, and let out a silent sigh of relief as he turned to Emerald, who he heard just do the same thing, though for an entirely different reason that Azreal wasn't even aware of.

"I'm sorry, this usually goes better. But, at least we got past the both of them, and my bedroom is right here." Azreal said to Emerald as he led her into his bedroom and into the best part of the night. When all was said and done, (Three rounds for Emerald, and two for himself.) Azreal found himself falling a little for Emerald. But this time would be different, this would be the real deal.



As soon as he heard everyone go back to their bedrooms, Aegis rose from the couch, who had been awake the entire time, and had used his hair to cover his face so that he could pretend he was asleep, which both Azreal and whoever the girl was had fallen for.

Aegis looked to one of the wall clocks and discovered that it was around three in the morning, and found the entire event to be strange. For one thing, Azreal nor the girl were seemingly 'drunk' per se. But, based on their sloppy movements as well as their not so quiet whispers, (at least, not as quiet as they probably though they were) it was easy to tell that they were impaired in some fashion.

The question is what?

During normal Azreal nights, he didn't usually make it this deep into the night, and basically drank himself to sleep by midnight or one at best. For him to be fully awake with the obvious intent in place, Aegis found that highly unusual.

And a big concern. Just what was Azreal up to nowadays? What would he be doing coming home at three in the morning still fully awake but impaired in an obvious fashion?

Aegis threw his head back on the couch and sighed towards the ceiling. Now he was going to have to spy on two people instead of just one. At least, unlike the girl, spying on Azreal will be easier since Aegis lived with him, but Azreal most likely was not going to make it easy for Aegis. Then again, any nineteen year old teenager always makes things difficult for their guardians, and this case would be no different. Aegis inwardly sighed to himself as he rose and proceeded to bed. The duty of a parent never ends.

Date: Sextilis 25, Year 2027 of the Second Age
Templar: Grid 96W , 4S
7:11 PM, Local time
5 Years ago



Angelus groaned in misery as he heard a loud knock on his door, completely destroying his half asleep state, which was followed by a familiar and very annoying voice.

"Angelus! Time to get up and start getting ready for work!" Angelus heard Aegis call out from behind his door.

"Go away! I can get up on my own time, I don't need a fucking babysitter."

"The last time I tried that was two weeks ago, and you ended up being two hours late. Now get up and get out here so that I know you're awake."

"Shuddap! I'm not feeling so well anyways, so I think I'll just stay home today."

"Angelus! If I have to open this door and drag you out of bed myself, I will walk you all the way to work to make sure you get there on time! Now hurry up!"

Angelus groaned again. "Fuck you! Shouldn't you still be asleep from your midnight escapades?" Angelus called out to the door as he rose, the sad part being that Aegis would do exactly what he just claimed, because he has done that kind of thing before, embarrassing Angelus to no end. He has even spent entire days at Angelus' job just to make sure that Angelus actually worked and wasn't trying to blow everything off and get himself fired.

Never again. Not if Angelus could help it.

"And yet I'm still up before you. That alone speaks as to how lazy you really are. Now stop arguing and get out here." Angelus heard as he quickly threw on pants and a shirt.

"I'm fucking coming, quit your bitching." Angelus said to the door, attempting to put his shirt and pants on while still half asleep, and the clothes gave him a hard time. In the end, Angelus didn't bother fixing his shirt which was inside out, nor his pants which he allowed to go unbuttoned at the moment as he walked to the door and opened it, seeing Aegis standing there waiting for him.

"Fucking dick." Angelus greeted Aegis with half opened eyes.

"And good morning to you too. Go get in the shower, and I'll get breakfast ready. And don't forget your work clothes."

Angelus grunted as he turned first to get his outfit, then turned to the direction of the bathroom, with Aegis' eyes following him to ensure that he didn't run back into his bedroom and try to go back to sleep, (which he has tried before).

Only when Angelus entered the bathroom did Aegis proceeded into the kitchen, since he could see the bathroom door from where he was, and decided on breakfast.

Angelus was the easy one. Some scrambled eggs and he'll be happy, and Aegis decided that was as good of an idea as any.

Aegis first got the fire started in the cooking container, using his magic to work the flames until they were satisfactory, closed it and then went and retrieved the pan he was going to cook on along with a large plastic fork, (again, thank the Dragons for the Techs, if Aegis believed in such things), and only then did he retrieve four eggs from the storage container.

Aegis carefully cracked the eggs on the pan as he heard the shower going. Good. At least Angelus isn't making this morning any more difficult, since Aegis' mind was split on two subjects. The girl, and now Azreal.

Tonight, however, was an important night, for if he was correct on what he has heard and observed, Devon was meeting an important individual, and that individual might either have or is in contact with the one who...'owns' the girl. Much as he may not want to, for the moment, he was going to have to prioritize the girl, since Azreal has never had back to back nights before. Sure, he drank just about every single night, but, he didn't go out late every single night. Azreal deserved at least a little leap of faith.