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Authors Note: Warm up for the kink meme on Quarter_mile Kink Meme! This is for Mswriter07 and Casey_Wolfe.

Brian kicked the dirt in frustration. He had manifested his wings and they were a solid grey at the moment - fucking Bilkiniel. He was an asshole of an angel. He had done his job of guarding his charge and his CO wanted to charge him. He had two choices go AWOL and start the fall, or go back and face 're-education.' Well if those choices were it then there really was no choice. He had taken millennia to gain his personality and be good at his job down on earth. There was no way that he was going to trade that for a zombie-like personality

So here he was in Miami - hot as fuck. So much so he was wondering what was going on with Lucifer. They'd been friends before the fall even if he was kind of jealous of Brian for being prettier than he was. He had hell to rule now so at least he wouldn't be bored.

There were not a lot of ways for an angel to feel like they were flying but this was one of them - racing. Unusual maybe, and plenty in the sport were definitely no angels, but it let him feel the closest to home without being a zombie - so it would do.

The race was organised and Brian raced towards it. He had mortal things like making money now as an issue. It was not like he could step easily into the identity made for him by the angel corps when trying to help his charges. He was a bad cop that much he did know, but then again he was a bad angel according to Bilkiniel. The race was going brilliantly - right up to the point he got caught. At that point it kind of went to shit. He laughed when he realised that he was being taken to an angel. He wondered if it was too late to take Lucifer up on his offer.

Markham looked pleased as punch. "So I have LA's runner?"

Brian looked unamused, yes, he was in a short bind but he wasn't going to beg or plead. The fact that he hadn't been sent for immediate re-education is that they obviously wanted something - the question was what did they want?

Markham took off the shackles that stopped him manifesting his wings. He raised his sword - one of the few things that could kill them. "Manifest!"

Brian pursed his lips, "It's rude to ask a boy that you know."

Markham rolled his eyes, clearly not very patient, "Manifest or I will let Bilkiniel have at ya' or deep fry you in holy oil."

Brian sighed and shed the white shirt away - his wings all glorious in their size and their colour manifest. He wanted to flinch away when Markham circled him. Angels were vulnerable to few things but wings were private and should only be touched by a mate. "Pretty colours."

Brian sighed, he was too tired to play this game. He was running on personal power not having any chance at replenishing from heaven. "Yeah well I was thinking over Luci's offer."

Markham snorted, "He always did like you."

Brian grinned, "No he just wants to bed someone prettier than he is."

Markham couldn't argue that point so wisely sidestepped it. "We have a problem and I think you can solve it."

Brian just hummed, "Okay. Explain."

Markham did, "This is Carter Verone all round bad-boy extraordinaire."

Brian frowned that wasn't usually the way his charges were described as; in fact they were more likely to be the victim, "Not seeing the connection. My charge would be a victim, right?"

Markham smirked enjoying watching the cocky falling angel squirm. "Err no. The fates point out that while holding an incredibly morally skewed compass. He conducts his businesses with a strangely honourable code."

Brian nodded, he added astutely, "What you are trying to do is steal one of Luci's prizes."

Markham nodded, "That is about the size of it. You have been reassigned to my garrison. You are no longer under Bilkiniel's command."

Brian's eyes bugged out, which was not a dignified state for a guardian angel, but who could blame him? "I think I may like you."

Markham's grin did not reassure him, and he was just waiting for the sword of Damocles to fall. "Well I think you should have a partner. You know him he is an old buddy from training."

Brian winced, "Romiel still holding a grudge."

Dunn the mousy dominion angel who had yet to say a word laughed, "Oh yeah he didn't stop ranting for a day."

Brian sighed, and said quietly, "Maybe I should have taken my chance with Luci."

Markham laughed openly at that, "And that is why I both trust you and distrust you in one sentence."

Brain could have played blonde but knew that it would not have held much truck with the commanding angel. "I haven't joined the Fallen ones but at the same time I have a standing invitation."

"What would you do in my situation?" The angel asked; his frustration evident.

Brian shrugged his shoulders it was one of the reasons that he was glad that he wasn't a commanding angel. "Exploit it." It was the only honest answer he could give.

Markham smiled but it showed teeth, "true. Why do you think I arranged your transfer?"

Brian knowing that he wasn't going to have a choice in the matter settled on a, "Tell me more."

"Simple you are to guide your charge."

Brian flicked through the pages, "Why is Bilkiniel interfering?"

It seemed the FBI under SA Bilkins influence was taking a look at Carters holdings. Brian noticed that a UC had already been sent under, "Is she one of yours or Bilkens?"

Markham pursed his lips, "She is meant to be one of mine, but she seems to be following Bilkins agenda and pushing him closer to Lucifer."

Brian smirked he knew her type and could guess that she was going to be more than a little angry when Brian came on the scene. Then again it would be fun to steal the charge from right under her nose. "I see he likes racers ... I can work with that."

Markham deadpan response, "I'm sure you can."

He saw Romiel gracing the doorway and decided to deal with old grudges first, "If you're gonna hit me can you get it over with."

Rome had been his best friend when they were still a choir of angels. "Nah, you're too much entertainment. And I can't believe how much shit you get away with. Teasing the Fallen One?"

Brian rolled his eyes. Lucifer was kind of fun once you got used to how high the central hitting in his place was. It was kind of cool and he had a great twisted sense of humour. Brian privately thought that was why they got along so well. "Hey Lucifer is cool."

Rome shook his head, "No wonder they asked me to work with a problematic angel. I shouldn't have known it was your crazy ass."

Brian was smart enough not to say anything - just pout. And oh look his nice day was starting to suck, Monica stormed in. She smacked a ticket at him, "This is a VIP ticket for his club. Don't screw it up."

Brian's smile was probably too cocky for a good angel, but then again he'd never professed to be a good angel. "I won't. Just don't be too jealous."

His piece said and sharing a smirk with Rome they left the headquarters and made their way into the midday heat of Miami.

"About what?" She hollered.

Brian's smirk just got wider - she'd see.

Brian had gotten ready and Romiel had shaken his head. His brother would make quite a few people turn their heads. He was wearing skin tight jeans and a crisp white shirt. When he'd been created Father had definitely made him beautiful.

Romiel steeled himself for a few confrontations, "You ready?"

Brian laughed, "Yea' I'm ready. We can stop and get some food on the way."

Rome looked sheepish but he couldn't help it. Heaven got a lot right but the food was plain boring. "I can't help if a brother gets hungry."

Brian said nothing knowing just how long one of those arguments could last. He didn't have the energy to tease when he was focussing on his charge.

Rome must have sensed this as he reassured his old friend, "Please, he'll take one look and dismiss everyone else."

Brian wasn't so sure but had to approach the situation with confidence. True to the bitches word the passes got them straight through the queue and in the front door. Brian let the music and the atmosphere wash over him. He let his natural 'slinkiness' take over as Lucifer described it. He writhed and danced to the beat of the music - casually scanning the crowds. He knew the minute his eyes caught his charges. If he didn't know better he'd swear the fates had stopped time.

Carter had taken one look at the blonde in the club and all his other distractions were forgotten. He looked back at the pretties he'd picked up for the evening, or Monica, and had Enrique get rid of them. He didn't care how - he just wanted them gone. Usually he hated going out onto his dance floor. It was loud and several people took liberties that would usually see them lose a hand in his book.

The blonde was writhing to the beat of the music. he couldn't see the muscles in his back as the crisp white shirt was blocking his way. Even so, he could swear that he had seen the muscles almost ripple in his back. He slid up beside him, "And what is your name?"

Brian turned around grinning and having succeeded at making contact with his charge. He knew that Markham would probably have a shit-fit at the way he was going about this but he didn't care. It was not like Markham didn't know that he wasn't a bad angel. He also had the added advantage of when he pulled it off being able to stick it to Bilkiniel's number two. He detested Monicail, or Monica, all his long life. She was an angel who had an over inflated sense of self. Ironic really considering father had made them to be humble.

He grinned when Carter gripped his hips, "Do you follow through on your promises?"

Brian smirked as he deftly turned around so he could see his charges hazel eyes. He was lost the minute they connected - you see things had just become inherently more easy, and complicated at the same time. Carter the infinitely complex and complicated man was in fact his mate - A human one, but still his mate. He would ensure that his mate was safe and free from all issues so long as he drew breath.

Brian just cocked his head to the side, "Depends are you worthy?"

Carter stopped momentarily at the phrasing of the question. He wasn't able to answer, but for once in his life he hoped the answer was yes. "I hope it does."

Feeling bolder than he had in a while, and not very angelic at all. He scooped his arms around Carter's neck pulling him close, "I'm not this forward."

Carter snorted feeling just how forward Brian was feeling. "Well don't I feel special."

Brian laughed and it sent shivers down Carter's spine. He didn't know whores who could evoke that sort of reaction and they were paid. Brian strayed to the crook of his neck and rested there comfortably. Carter was not prone to sentimentality but he couldn't help but feel that his Angel fit. The irony of his new nickname would become apparent later on.

Carter let out a sigh, "I want to do filthy things to you Ángel ."

It was not 'honey I love you,' but it was raw and passionate. Brian shivered at just the look being sent his way. "We have the VIP area or your place. Brian couldn't scandalise the choir of angels that were living by him. No matter how funny he might find it - the lecture from Markham would annoy him.

Carter had them driven back to his estate, and it was a good thing too. He couldn't keep his hands off his Ángel and his Ángel was soaking it up. If he didn't know better he would say that his angel was touch starved. "So goddamn beautiful."

Brian would have flinched at the reminder of his father. Hey no one liked their parents being bought up in the middle of sex - It just put a dampener on things. Instead he became proactive not content to sit back and let Carter take the lead. He nipped Carter's bottom lip, "Name is Brian."

Carter would have smirked but was more interested in surging up into Brian's mouth and taking control of the kiss. He pulled away reluctantly when oxygen became an issue. He knew right there and then that Brian would not be leaving his bed ever of he anything to say about it. Carter would have called him any name under the sun to get him up to his room.

Brian groaned as they made their way up the stairs, stumbling and smacking into the walls as they went. He groaned as Carter's hands went to his belt pulling it from him. He kicked his pants off until he was left in his boxers and open shirt. Carter's eyes roved greedily taking in the entire expanse of skin on offer. It wasn't too long before Carter's hands were teasing and caressing him. He moaned and lent into the touch - it was hedonistic for an angel to be touched this much. He maneuvered them so that they were tripping over into the bed. He rolled them onto the bed, sighing as they settled with Carter lying on top of him between his legs. He moaned at the delicious friction caused by their straining erections sliding against each other. He tried to keep his eyes on his mate but the pleasure was too much already - his eyes rolled back. He was struggling to hold his shape.

Carter watched as the gorgeous blonde, slowly but surely fell apart under his skilled hand. His hands settled on his hips pinning him right where he wanted him. Brian just keened as Carter licked the head of his cock. It wasn't enough - he wanted to hear all the noises he could pull from blonde.

Brian bucked up into the hot mouth that had engulfed him. His moans were more enthusiastic than any of Luci's followers and they were definitely a group who knew how to throw an orgy. Brian didn't have a chance to settle or adjust to the pleasure. As Carter was sucking his brain through his dick; he was stroking a slick finger inside him. Brian flew up, arching his back pleading for more.

Carter felt it rude to deny his new lover and added a second finger, stretching the inner muscles as he crooked his fingers. He stroked his prostate and relished the whimper that pulled from Brian. He wasn't going to last much longer before he flipped him over and took him from behind. Brian sensing something begged, "Like this right now."

Carter was leery he wanted to add another finger. He wasn't sure why yet, but he cared for this lover and he didn't want to see him hurt unnecessarily.

Brian was frustrated, right now he needed to be fucked, "Fuck me!"

Carter laughed in surprise his angel was a pushy one, "Pushy."

Brian moaned as he felt the stretch begin. He groaned as Carter pushed forward gradually claiming him inch by inch. He whimpered when he felt Verone bottom out. He wasn't submissive so he started to thrust back, fucking himself on Carter's dick.

Carter looked at the hedonistic blonde. He was stunning; Brian was rocking back against each of his thrusts. He loved the breathy moan he pulled from his blonde lover when he tagged his prostate. Brian bucked up sharply, nearly arching off the bed, but the best but - was the effect.

Brian loved the sensations of being fucked, the pleasure was intense. However it was playing havoc with his control. He knew that he was close to manifesting, but when Carter hit his prostate. He saw home, and his wing sprang out.

Carter wasn't shocked for some reason and he was too far gone in lust to freak out. He thought Brian was an angel and the stunning grey wings just added to his beauty. He didn't think ... he leant forward and stroked the wings, and Brian's eyes rolled back once again. It seemed like his wings were his ultimate kink. He smirked when Brian begged "Harder."

Brian sighed as Carter started to pick up the pace - it was just the right side of painful. He pushed back as much as he could until he couldn't hold back longer and came. His wings encompassed them both, and uncharacteristically he offered his neck, "Bite me."

Carter's brain went offline when he was asked to bite his lover. He started to nibble and lick at his pulse point, as he thrust into the pliant sated body. His teeth grazed his chosen spot and when he could feel his climax he bite down, hard.

Brian keened, "Mine."

Carter didn't know why; he was acting on instinct but he offered the same. They were claiming each other then it needed to be reciprocal. He hissed as Brian clamped down and bite his collarbone. He felt a presence snap into place in the back of his head and knew exactly who it was. He should be pissed, and freaking out but it seemed his mate? And that should take more time to get to use to than it was, was lending him some calm.

Brian was sad when Carter pulled out slowly, he really didn't like the feeling of being empty having been as close as he could be to his mate. He snuggled closer almost burrowing into his side, finding a perfect resting place. "You were the one to call me angel."

Carter looked down at his angel, he was looking like a particularly debauched angel right this minute, and the large tattoo on his back made much more sense now. He had thought the tattoo just an impressive span of inked wings covering the shoulder blades - having the seen the wings though he didn't think the design did the wings justice. He wasn't sure what he'd done to deserve his own angel but he'd do his level best to do his best by Brian.

It turned out that by mating it turned into the easiest assignment ever. Brian didn't want his mate to change everything or Carter wouldn't be his other half. However he explained exactly why he needed to change some of his habits. Carter liked Lucifer not that it was much of a surprise but he agreed with his mate that while he may be a cool acquaintance - Carter didn't want to be enjoying his personal hospitality.

After all he had everything he wanted in his mate - Brian. He didn't need anyone else.

~Fin~

Casey_Wolfe is already asking for a sequel. I may be persuaded but it may take lots of persuasion :D