“Then I want you to hold off on killing Dagon and Gadriel for a bit.”
“Why? And full disclosure, I already have Gadriel locked up in my dungeon.”
Uriel sat up and positioned his ass on top of Azazel’s crotch. “When did you do that?”
“The night you told me he tortured you.”
“Did he tell you anything? Like, who is his real master?”
“No,” Azazel sighed. “Until that night, I had no clue what was going on. And I also realized you never left me a note and Gadriel was the one that gave it to me.”
“Why would I think of writing anything after seeing my lover in bed with another man?"
"That could only mean that you were supposed to catch Gadriel in bed with whoever looked like me," Azazel said.
"I have a theory. Do you want to hear it?”
“Of course.”
“I think Dagon has the same abilities I do,” Uriel said. “I think he can take on other personas, and I think he was the one who doubled as you. I couldn't see it at the time, but thinking back, I was able to put a few pieces together. And I think he suspects that I’m not Blue Lennox.”
“Why do you think that?”
“Tonight…well, last night at dinner, he got close enough to see my eyes. When I double for someone, my look is perfect except for my eyes. It sometimes carries specks of my original color, and if others look close enough, they can see it.”
“I can see that.” Azazel reached down and touched Uriel’s waist, then froze. “Wait, you can move.”
“Yeah, I noticed that, too,” Uriel said. “Maybe the knife is not as strong as it used to be or maybe Gadriel made more than one and it's not as strong as the original.”
Azazel sighed and nodded. “We can ask him later.”
“Okay,” Uriel whispered.
They stared at each other and Uriel saw the love in Azazel’s eyes, and he wasn’t afraid to look into them anymore. Uriel shifted into his normal appearance and watched the smile appear on his lover’s face.
“I love this face,” Azazel said, reaching up to caress his left cheek.
Uriel felt his face heat up and lowered his eyes, looking at Azazel through his lashes. He adored Azazel and was a fool to walk away from him the first time. Uriel acknowledged that he should have fought for their love. Leaning down, he kissed his lover, giving over his love. He felt Azazel’s hands move from his legs to his hips. Uriel slowly separated their lips and looked into Azazel’s eyes.
“Do you know how hard I’m trying to be good and attentive and not to ravish you right now?” Uriel said.
“Don’t tempt me, beautiful,” Azazel grunted. “You just got your strength back.”
“And what better way to use it up again. It's not as if I'm leaving the hospital tonight. I still have to put on a good show, depending on what story we come up with.”
Uriel reached between them and unbuttoned Azazel’s pants and was about to shove a hand into his lover’s boxers when he was stopped.
“Baby, you got stabbed in the back, you shouldn’t be moving around.”
“I’m fully healed, trust me. Please, Az, don’t make me beg.” He wasn’t telling the truth, and he was sure Azazel knew it. Although his wound was closed up, Uriel’s back was still sore where he was stabbed. He needed to sit in a hot tub filled with the special healing herbs and he would be as good as new.
Azazel stared at him for a few seconds, and Uriel thought that he was going to reject him. “I can’t say no to you when you look at me like that.” Before Uriel could say anything, Azazel flipped him over onto his side then laid next to him. “I’m not fucking you tonight.”
“But…” Uriel started.
“We’re going to do something different,” Azazel said, stopping him. “I don’t want to put a lot of strain on your body. Contrary to what you say, I know you’re in pain.”
Uriel smiled and leaned up to kiss him. “You spoil me.”
