House M.D: Forgotten B. 6

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"Sit with me."

Greg rose a brow slowly when James pushed himself up. They had just laid on, Gregs arms wrapped around the younger mans back while the other rested on his chest. He would not admit it, not willingly but it was nice. Greg hadn't been this close to anyone, not for a very long time.

But the young man removed himself from his arms and sat up, his hands tugged at the others arms to sit him up as well.

"Why? Lay back down, lets enjoy the thrills of bodies, the mortals do and they seem to enjoy it."

"Greg, what you ask is not only a sin, but its unacceptable for a demon and angel to lay with one another, even to just gaze at the stars."

"...Thats not the kind I'm talking about."

James tilted his head slowly, "Oh? Then are you speaking about what the mortals call, 'Sleep'? It is strange, one body shutting down but not fully shutting out, letting your mind wonder. I've never took part of such a gift the mortals were given, seems rude."

Greg twitched a little but reminded himself. James was an innocent... Besides, he shouldn't be thinking this way about him. He hated all Angels, he wanted James merely to get back at Mathew, thats it.

Sitting up, Greg brushed some of the blades of grass from his arms only to have his hand grabbed. He tried to jerk away but James only held on tightly. Their eyes met and Gregs lips snarled, bearing his fangs. "Take your hands off me." He growled, but James only held tight. His fingers gripped Gregs palms, his thumbs squeezing the inside of his hand tightly. "Trust me." He whispered.

"Never." Greg shot back making James flinch.

"Please..."

They sat there, both eyes meeting, one pleading, the other narrowing. Greg had trusted once and only once and it cost him his wings. What James asked was impossible but those brown pools begged him and he suddenly felt himself... going limp. His arms went weak and his fingers limped over James thumbs, making the other smile. If he tried to do anything, Greg would kill him.

At first nothing happened, James simply just rubbed Gregs black marked hands, his thumbs working out the knots that were lingering in the muscles and tissue. Soon their hands began to glow and all Greg felt was warmth. Like a sudden burst of the suns rays hit his hands and was baking them lightly in their grace. Even in the dead of night. Oddly, it was very soothing.

He glanced up and tilted his head, James eyes were closed, his lips moving lightly, whispering to himself. He was praying. He snorted a little, leave it to an Angel to pray for a demons soul.

Suddenly, something was wrong. He frowned a little. James hands began to glow a warm yellow light, causing his fingers and palms to tingle and grow numb. His lips parted and was about to pull away but James only pulled his hands closer, his fingers tracing along his ruined skin, coaxing, rubbing away the tension when his fingers began to flex on their own.

"What are you doing?" He demanded lightly, his eyes wide.

James paused in his prayer to glance up. A smile touched his lips when the light shined brighter, casting dancing shadows across both their faces. "I'm repaying you." He whispered.

Greg frowned a little confused when James slowly let his hands go. The warm glow fading, letting him feel oddly enough, cold. His fingers flexed and he glanced down to them and what was greeted made his lips part in awe.

The black scars on his hands, the burned flesh from the fall from heaven were gone. His fingers, his palms, his wrists, every mark he had saw and traced were gone leaving his skin pure and smooth like before.

Lowering his hands slowly, his blue eyes were wide, his mind raced but a single thought hit him that he found himself uttering.

"You're.... a Healer.."

James cheeks went a little pink before giving a nod. Pulling the coat he was given a little more onto his shoulder. "Yes."

"You healed my hands.. why?"

"For.. you saved her soul." James muttered, his brown eyes glowing with warmth of joy, "You risked your very title to help a poor soul be once again with her child. Its the least I can do."

"..I'm in trouble."

James tilted his head in confusion but Greg caught himself. Shaking his head, he moved his healed hands before muttering. "Go to sleep, we have a big day tomorrow."

"Sleep?"

Greg sighed a little, "You dont sleep do you?" James shock his head but yelped out when Greg took the coat and shoved the man down, pressing him to lay on his back. James moved to protest but his eyes were covered by those healed hands and a voice, so dark, so husky whispered into his ear, making his body arch up and shiver.

"Tis not a sin to sleep James." Greg whispered, his free hand reaching down, taking James hands that grabbed his foremans, gently placing them back down on the ground. "Angels and Demons do not need sleep. You see, mortals, the human's bodies run on energy that sadly, runs out very easily and the one way they gain it back is by 'sleep', a processes in which the body shuts down. Try it." He felt James stiffen under his own, feeling the unsureness. "I promise not to tell." He joked.

"...Promise?"

Greg frowned a little, hearing the honesty. James truly didn't believed sleep was a sin? "Yes..." Slowly, he started to feel James stiffness go away before going limp, his hands falling back to the grass covered ground. "..What do I do?"

"Breath." Greg started lightly, "Slowly.. in, out. Feel your body start to relax, your arms and legs, your body going limp and at ease." Pushing himself up slowly, Greg moved to lay beside James, keeping his hand over the others eyes. "Let your mind go, do you feel it? A strong heavy weight in you? Your eyes should feel heavy, your body restless, seeking something, searching. Reach for it, let it take you."

Gregs breath hitched when he felt James slowly roll, his body moving to its side. Reaching out, those arms, unsure but heavy, wrapped themsleves around his waist. Removing his hand from the others face, James simply moved closer and pressed his face into Gregs chest. James was cuddling... Greg twitched, he was nuzzling. What did he get himself into. But oddly enough, it.. wasn't that bad.

Sighing, Greg let his head fall onto his own arm, when did he become a human teddy bear? But as the second ticked by, he heard the faint gentle snore that left the angels lips. What was Greg to do? Mathew would show up with others to take James back but Greg had to make sure he was punished. He wanted his revenge, curling his fingers into his own hair tightly, his fangs bared in his silent snarl.

He was going to get it.

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