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    Michel started laughing. “Well, I just wasted a perfectly good shower,” he joked as Bren administered to the two of them with damp wipes of the cloth. Cross grunted, still unable to articulate a sentence quite yet.
    “I think it was worth it,” Bren said, smiling. It was nice to see that expression on his face as opposed to the scowl Cross had grown used to. Suddenly, the smile disappeared from his lover’s face and the scowl was back. Cross sat up, not comprehending.
    “What is it, Bren?”
    “I’ve got to go out for a bit. My lord is calling.” The dark-haired angel rolled to his feet and began rummaging in the bottom drawer of the dresser which was designated as his. Cross sighed and watched him get ready. It wasn’t really his fault. They were all subject to the whims of their Archangels even if they were on a sacred mission.
    “Be safe,” Cross heard himself say. He was surprised that he was already worrying over the other man. He’d grown to care for them all, but the vulnerability that Bren had just showed him tugged at something inside him.
    “I will. Tell bright eyes that I’ll be back for dinner, no problem.”
    Bren pulled out a pair of blue jeans and underwear and slipped them on. Wings unfolded from his back from the sigils inked there. They were given to them so that they could hide their wings while they were caring after Madigan on Earth. Bren’s wings were lovely, midnight black. He was almost invisible against a night sky when he flew. “Hey, Red.” The familiar irksome nickname drew Cross’s attention back to Bren.
    “What?” he asked.
    “Thanks. For everything.” Bren blushed as he spoke, and Cross’s heart swelled. After he’d met Madigan, Cross had thought he had given all of his heart to the half angel with the sassy attitude and the 30
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    adorable looks. He looked at Bren and then at Michel. Apparently, his heart had room for a few more.

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Chapter Three
    Yuri finished his sandwich and drank his milk while reading through his magazine. It was no different from ancient Rome really.
    Every culture had their gladiators. The image appealed to him, so he watched the sports and read the highlights and behind-the-scenes clips. It was addicting really. The more he learned the more he wanted to know.
    Dex and Madigan had vanished a few minutes ago into the living room as the cries from upstairs had gotten to an obviously orgasmic level. They’d invited him along, but Yuri had declined. Madigan still wasn’t one hundred percent comfortable with welcoming him into his body, and he didn’t want to push. He could bide his time. It was the most logical course of action.
    He flipped on the small kitchen TV to MTV and started watching Jersey Shore reruns. He’d seen them all multiple times, but he was always amused by those strange humans and their television show.
    He’d met Snooki’s guardian once. Nice guy. Loved being on TV.
    Lucky bastard. He came to the last advertisement in Sports Illustrated and sighed. He’d have to go out to the store and buy something else to read. At the rate he went, reading would’ve been an expensive habit had he had the need for cash.
    Madigan’s cry of release overwhelmed the screaming on the show, and Yuri’s cock answered by filling painfully. He glared down at his lap. It really wasn’t necessary for it to do that every time Madigan got a hard-on. But he supposed that was what he got for being mated to a newly born nephilim. They had notorious libidos, and Madigan was no exception. Dex must’ve been sating Madigan’s 32
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    hunger for the time being. At least once a day he needed them all at once. Which was fine with Yuri. If he got a particularly stubborn itch, he’d go find one of the other angels to scratch it. He glanced at the ceiling. Things must’ve gone well with Bren if the noises coming from there were any indication.
    “Yuri,” Dex’s voice sounded from the doorway. Yuri glanced