When he realized most of them were from Michael, he did an eye roll.
Boring, Bothersome Brother:Where are you?
Boring, Bothersome Brother:I’m very concerned about the lust demon.
Boring, Bothersome Brother:He’s an Infernal King of Hell.
Boring, Bothersome Brother:He shouldn’t be here.
Boring, Bothersome Brother:He needs to go back.
Boring, Bothersome Brother:Why aren’t you answering?
Boring, Bothersome Brother:I stopped by but you weren’t home.
Boring, Bothersome Brother:I think we need to talk.
Boring, Bothersome Brother:Where are you?
Boring, Bothersome Brother:I stopped by again, but I didn’t use my key. It sounds like you’re… occupied.
Boring, Bothersome Brother:Hopefully this means he’ll be going back.
Boring, Bothersome Brother:Text me.
Boring, Bothersome Brother:Is he gone yet?
Boring, Bothersome Brother:Hello?
Boring, Bothersome Brother:Helloooooo
He saw that Grams and Ser had also texted, but he guessed Michael had contacted them and sent them into a panic. He didn’t even bother to check their messages, expecting more of the same.
He finished up in the bathroom, brooding over his meddling family. He didn’t want to deal with them all right now, but he knew they’d harass him until he did, so he opened up the group chat with everyone, including Grams, and composed a message as he walked toward the kitchen for some water and snacks. He had plans to stay in bed all day, and he wasn’t going to let his family ruin those plans.
Gabe:Az isn’t gone, and if I have my way he won’t be gone for quite awhile. He’s kind and sweet and funny and I’m keeping him. Stop worrying and let me have a weekend of peace. I don’t ask for much, but I’m asking for this. We’ll talk at Sunday dinner.
Gabe hit send and set his phone on the counter, looking up. He stopped dead in his tracks then, because there was someone sitting at his kitchen table.
He was unsure exactly who, or what, was sitting there. The creature was stone gray with pitch black, feathered wings and long, dark hair. He was beautiful and perfect in an unreal way, and that plus his wings made Gabe think of an angel, yet the coloring was all wrong.
“Who are you?” he asked, suspicion tingeing his voice. He wasn’t concerned, exactly, but he wasn’t pleased either.
“I am Kushiel, the Rigid One of God, Angel of Punishment,” he intoned, his voice and face serious.
It kind of pissed Gabe off, to be honest. He really wished, once again, that he could quirk one eyebrow, because if ever a one eyebrow quirk was needed, this was the time.
Instead, he settled on a snort.
“Yeah, well, I’ve met plenty of angels, Rigid One of God, and plenty of demons, too, so save your titles and tell me what thehellyou’re doing in MY kitchen.” Gabe must have raised his voice, because he heard stirring from the other room.
Great; Az had heard. As much as he could use Az’s support right now, the last thing he needed was some kind of divine battle in his kitchen. He didn’t think that would be covered under homeowner’s insurance. Plus, he really didn’t think he’d need help with this one. This wasn’t his first go ‘round with angels, after all. Kushiel’s coloring was also wrong for an angel, and maybe it was foolish to think that it might give him the upper hand, but he had the thought anyway. The more blindingly bright they were, the more Gabe usually worried, and this guy wasgray. He wasn’t even sure how he could be an angel.
Az strode into the kitchen at that moment, and he was stark naked. Gabe went to block him from Kushiel’s view, which he knew was totally stupid, but he couldn’t help it.
Az sort of stumbled as Gabe blocked his path, then he looked up and noticed Kushiel. Instead of the fury or indignation or outright warfare Gabe expected, however, he saw Az’s face split into a wide grin.
“Brother!” he yelled out, starting to walk toward Kushiel before noticing that Gabe was blocking the way. He arched one eyebrow at Gabe (dammit), and Gabe looked down at Az’s rather lovely dick hanging for all to see before glancing back up.
