Long Time, No See

"No, but I'm in charge here, I don't take orders from bitches." Gabriel snapped.

"Awnd apparwentwy I downt take owrders fwrom asshowles." He shrugged. "Swo were evwen."

"You sound retarded, know that?" Gabriel chuckled.

"Awnd whos fwaut is thwt?" He glared at the wall, his small body shaking with anger.

"Yours for biting my dick." He chuckled at how easy it was to piss the small boy off. Kyndal had been right, if Angel would sit back and let Gabriel insult him, or stop fighting back, he would lose Gabriel's interest and be left alone.

"Iwf it wouldnt hawve bween in mwy fwace." He rolled over, nose to nose with Gabriel.
"Thawt was a mwean thwing two dwo..."
His eyes were the baby blue again, not controlled by the mean voice in charge or the sweet one or any of the others.
There were many.
Over one hundred.

Gabriel stopped as if frozen. He just looked into Angel's eyes. They were beautiful when not mad or scared...
"Yeah it was." He agreed.

Angel licked his still bloody lips, he hadnt showered, he still had blood and cum smeared across his poor face along with the streaks tears had left going down his face.
"Why awe ew mwean two mwe?"

"Because.." Gabriel looked away. He had no real answer.

"I would wike ew mwore iwf ew were nwicer. Nowt wike ew cware bwut ew cwould gwet a luber who would wiwingwy mwake lub two ew." Angel didn't touch anyone unless either they did what Gabriel did, or he was desperate enough to touch someone like he had his mother. Other than that touching was a big no-no.

"Why do I need a lover when I got your tight ass right here?" He grumbled, rolling over so he was facing away from Angel.

"Bwetuss a luber is diffewent. Tomeone who wawnts two bwe hwere and wawnts to Mwake Lub to ew....Bwetuss downt lub ew.....Bwetuss youwr mwean to mwe fwor now weason." Angel didn't move, he stayed that close to Gabriel.

"Shut up and go to sleep or I'll sew your lips shut. Don't think I won't either." Gabriel snapped. You could tell Angel had hit a nerve.

"I wont dwew what ew sway. Gwo aheawd, im uwsed two it. Bwut I wont stwop awnd ew kwow dawt...." Angel boldly reached out and touched his back.

Gabriel gently, for him, slapped the hand away.
"Just stop talking... I want to go to sleep." He grunted, burying his face in the pillow.

"Mwake mwe." Angel nodded, he was not shutting up. He was making progress.

"Angel shut the fuck up, I'm being nice, for me. Don't ruin it."

Angel got up, wondering around to the shower. He had no clothes besides the ones he had been wearing.
The shirt was Brayden's.
He opened the bathroom door and and turned on the water, looking at himself in the mirror and bursting into tears.
Why would Brayden have him now? He was being fucked by another man. Now he was so....grotesque.
Brayden wouldnt want him.....
He just cried harder when he turned in the mirror and saw the black and purple marring his pale skin at his chest and waist, the hand prints on his face and thighs. He turned, gently spreading his cheeks and whimpering, dried blood and semen greeted him there.
He put his hands over his face.

Gabriel got up, rummaging through his closet, grabbing a small shirt and pants which happened to belong to Angel's mother. He left them outside of the bathroom door for Angel. He sighed softly, tempted to go in but he didn't

Angel was in there for almost three hours. Thats the time it took for him to cry, wash, cry more and get out. Angel made sure he was done crying by the time he walked out the bathroom door. He looked around, surprised at the clothes there but it was so unlike Gabriel he figured they were for something else. He wrapped an arm around himself and padded into the living room, gathering his clothes that were now ripped and tattered from them being torn from his lithe body for last nights activities.

"Angel... I laid some clothes out for you..." Gabriel grunted from his spot on the couch.

Angel blinked, nodding and making his way back to put the clothes on. They were big on him and that was really saying something. Zac was tiny for a grown man much less as a kid like he had been when he was here. Angel was two years older than Zac had been and the clothes hung off his tattered body. He hobbled back into the living room, every step making shooting pains run up his spine until he was able to sit down. He sat in a corner, curling up tightly and whispering to himself.

Gabriel stood and walked to the kitchen, cooking dinner for himself. He paused as he turned the stove off...
"Angel... hungry?" He called.

Angel peeked into the kitchen, not knowing if he should say yes...
Gabriel would probably laugh at him and tell him that was too bad.
"Wes Swir....."
But he was hungry and there was nothing he could do about it, usually he was banned from the kitchen.

Gabriel wasn't in a good mood by any means but what Angel had said had hit home with him...
He'd made himself something Angel could not eat without teeth... so he even put in the effort to look around for something mushy that Angel wouldn't have to chew. He made him mashed potatoes and soup. He carried them in to him and laid it down in front of him on the floor, like a dog...
He then took his own seat at the kitchen table. It was always empty except for him and occasionally Kyndal would come over.