House M.D: Forgotten B. 7

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'Your my sunshine, my only sunshine...'

Greg buried his face deeper into the soft thick mass of hair that seem to have found its way to his chin. The scent was so sweet, so clean. He could lay there for hours breathing it in.

'You make me happy... When skies are gray.'

Opening his eyes slowly, clear blue traced along the soft ripples of brown locks that laid buried under his nose. The night sky was starting to fade, letting the orange tint of warning that the sun would soon rise. The wind was gentle and warm, brushing at his clothes lightly as if trying not to disturb him and his sleeping friend.

'You'll never know dear, how much I love you.'

Rolling onto his back slowly, Greg rose his arms over his head and yawned, cracking his stiff spine. Sleep, such a bliss the humans had, it did make him feel a bit groggy and dazed whenever he opened his eyes but he never felt so at ease. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he felt the movement beside him and the heavy pressure on his chest. He kept his hands over his eyes in mid rub when he felt a hand brush along his side and squeeze. James followed him in his movement and all but curled himself into Gregs side. It was kinda uneasy. But... nice..

Greg smiled a little and removed his hands, letting his eyes open to greet the slowly bluing sky, but met another pair of light brown eyes that made his body jerk violently into the ground. 'Where..?' He whispered only to have those brown eyes glow with amusement as a teasing voice sang out lightly.

'So please, dont take my sunshine away.'

"Lucas."

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The book made a loud 'wack' as Taub stared at it dumbfounded on the table.

"Lucas is in this?!"

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Standing over the sleep pair, Lucas grinned. Greg all most forgotten that he was there in the forest with him. Lucas was covered in a red and black plaid button up shirt with a brown worn leather jacket. Dark blue denim jeans down to his steel toe boots. In his messed brown hair, black horns peeked out, even his wings were spread wide, blocking the pair in shadows.

Greg jumped suddenly, an arm rising to cover James sleeping form when something touched the side of his face, with a growl, he wacked Lucas tails back, making the other chuckle. "What do we have here?"

"Dont touch him." Greg snapped, pausing Lucas hand from touching James hair. The other demon rose a brow before taking a step back. "Tis not a mortal Greg. I can smell a sweeter scent from his flesh. Who is this?"

"Not here."

Lucas tilted his head but gave a nod, spreading his wings, he gave a thrust and shoved up into the air, disappearing into the branches above.

Greg laid there still for a moment, his heart racing. He hated surprises. Looking down to his sleeping friend, he moved as slowly and as gently as he could. Removing the others arm from his waist and lifting his head to set it lightly on his own arm. Only Greg could slip away, James only let out a mutter and curled into himself, burying his face into the crock of his own arm.

Greg had the sudden urge to brush those brown bangs from James forehead, he looked so innocent and peaceful asleep. Glancing away, he sighed deeply before letting his wings once again appear, flying himself up to join with the other.

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"So, who is he?"

Greg leaned his shoulder against the bark of the wide oak tree the two demons settled in. Lucas hung upside down from a thick branch above, his tail whipping around lazily. Crossing his arms, Greg sighed. "James. He's my ticket to my goal." Lucas blinked for a moment before his face broke into an all out grin. "You snagged yourself an angel?! Thats wonderful! What will you do? Rip his wings off? Oh! Are you going to tie him up and force him to break the seven deadly sins, ooohhh I did that once. The guy was never the same. It has to be good Greg cause if it isn't, your not gonna get your -"

"I'm not talking about that. He's my revenge."

Lucas was a full blood demon, having the one thing Greg lacked. A tail. When Greg was thrown to the earth and his wings burned, Lucas was the first person he saw when he opened his eyes. Soon Lucas became like a tour guide. Taking House under his wing, Lucas showed him every nook and crane. He learned more about the human world and of the demon world, about the balance and about the help the demons give to the angels without them knowing. Greg also came to be informed that he, along with a few others, are marked as the 'black sheep'.

They are no longer angels but they are not fully demons, they are between. Accepted by none, shunned by both. Full blood demons never look upon the black sheep unless their dark lord orders them too. Every fallen angel must earn either their wings back, and Lucas had claim there was no such way, or they would have to make a deal with their dark lord in order to gain their tail and become hole.

Greg had asked, he would prefer to be a full blood demon then a pity. The Dark Master had grinned at Gregs request and with a nod of his head, gave him his task.

'I watch the hate and disgust you held for your own kind my child.' He had stated, 'So I will give you a task in which you shall enjoy. Find an angel of innocence and damn them. Burn their wings and ground him to my realm. Upon this complete, you shall have your tail.'

Lucas had tried his best to help Greg out, wanting him to be apart of his blood brothers. It was rare, Greg came to learn. 'Black Sheep' never get help from a full blood demon, they find it a shame, a disgrace and yet, Lucas risked it all to play at Gregs side. Dubbing, 'Your not boring.' But Lucas could not be seen in public at Gregs side, it was not a law, it was more... Reputation. But none a less. In the years they stayed side by side, feeling became more and sudden, lust could not be over looked. Lucas had taught Greg many things and turned him in many ways to enjoy the pleasures the mortals do. Greg took back what he was given, using Lucas's body, tasting, scratching, thrusting into the heat he held.

They were quite a pair.

"Mathew?"

Greg nodded to Lucas question before feeling the other drop down to his branch. Standing before him, Lucas grinned happily, stepping closer. His arms lifted to wrap around Gregs back, pulling the older man closer, letting their noses brush, "Why not do both?" He whispered, the scent, the spice of his breath brushing along Gregs lips making him squeeze his fingers into his sleeves. Lifting his hands, Lucas suddenly gasp, one of those hands that was sneaking their way up Gregs shirt came to touch Gregs bare hand, holding it lightly. "Your hands." Lucas muttered, "They're...healed."

"Yeah..."

"Did... that angel do it?"

Greg gave a slow nod. Silence stretched out between them, Lucas holding the other by his hand and hip while Greg pressed back into the oat tree sighing.

"A Healer.....YOU GOT A HEALER!!"

Greg jerked when Lucas yelled out in joy, wrapping his arms around his neck. Their lips met in a hard smack of a kiss making Greg protest and shove the other away. "Greg do you know what this means?!" He shouted causing Greg to snarl. "It means nothing."

"Bull crap." Lucas protested, "The Almighty only makes but three angels that hold the power to heal! They are so rare to come by, the guardians take great pride in their way of hiding them from us. But Greg! If you turn him that means not only will you get Mathew, you'll get your tail!" Lucas shock his hands in front of Greg in a thrill.

"You'll be like me! The Dark Lord can use him! Do you know how many other brothers are still trying to heal from their fall? Do you know how many angels we can piss off if we heal their fates, MY UNHOLY!! We will cause so much distress that paradise will know our names! We have to turn him!"

Greg hand shot out to snatch Lucas coat, stopping the young man. "No." He hissed, pulling the other back. Lucas stumbled by frowned, turning back to face his friend. "What do you mean no? This is everything you wanted!"

"Not like this." Greg whispered. Lucas pressed his lips in stress before cupping Gregs face, his thumb brushing those scruff covered cheeks lightly. "Greg, its very hard to find Angels alone. It took you twenty years to find just THIS one. Dont be a fool and let it pass."

He stood there silent, his eyes dropping to his feet. It was true, Angels always traveled in pacts, even if they weren't. They always had a watcher far off, ready to come and protect in any need. What Lucas said was true, he would be a fool to let it pass. "Fine." He whispered. Lucas smiled leaning up, letting his lips touch the others gently. His fingers reaching up, sinking into Gregs short hair, curling, grabbing him. The other stiffen a little before slowly returning the kiss, letting it deepen, his arms reaching out, wrapping around the younger mans back, pulling him close.

Their kiss broke slowly, leaving Lucas breathless and dazed. "Come." He purred, his tail flicking lazily side to side before slowly crawling up Gregs leg. "Let get this over with. The sooner he falls, the soon you'll be completely mine." Lucas moved but Greg stopped him again whispering. "I'll do it."

"Let me help Greg."

"Lucas, if the Dark Lord finds out you helped me, he might use it against me and refuse me my goal. Let me do it myself."

Lucas pouted childishly. Not liking the idea of having to step back but raising his hands, he gave a nod and stepped back off the branch, hovering in the air. "Alright, he's all yours. But do hurry." With a wink, Lucas purred out, "I want to be able to show you off at my next genocide!"

With a spread of his wings, Lucas took off into the air, bursting out threw the branches and leafs before taking off into the clear blue sky. Leaving Greg once again alone with his thoughts.

Greg only sighed before reaching up, touching his swollen lips slowly. "...Thats weird." He muttered.

Lucas's lips didn't taste as sinful as last time...

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