Rusty was quiet, letting his words trail off.  Azreal wasn't saying anything but he had a look to his eye.  Something that Rusty couldn't exactly put his finger on.  The quiet continued as the angel brushed the hair out of the boy's eyes, fingers trailing his skin and moving through his hair.  Rusty was one of those with hair which never seemed to stay put and remained always messy.. but was oh so soft to the touch.  His hair was behaving for the angel though, staying where he put it, not moving too much.<br/><br/>The boy looked up at the angel with wide eyes, still not too sure what was going on.  He knew he was being observed, being inspected, and a light blush came to his cheeks.  He turned his eyes downwards, but the corners of his lips were tugged upwards in a shy smile.  He was starting to understand what that look from Azreal was now. especially once the angel started leaning in.<br/><br/>Time, it seems, works like a vacuum.  The moment you're waiting for can stretch on forever, it's the time before and after that have to pay the price for it.  To Rusty it seemed like Azreal had just swooped in, not giving the boy any time to react or to move.  His lips parted slightly, jagged breath escaping.  His heartbeat picked up too, watching the angel come in closer and feeling his hand still at the back of his head.  It was all over in a flash, and then time froze.  Their breath mingled, and Rusty could smell the angel, and feel the warmth coming off of his skin.  This moment was stretching on, as though time itself wanted to remember it.  His lips quivered ever so gently, almost hungry to touch the angel's perfect lips.  To feel the other mouth on his own.<br/><br/>When it was finally over, everything moved too fast for Rusty.<br/><br/>"What.. s-someone here?"  He was about to look around when Azreal announced he had to go.  Rusty wanted to tell him not to go, to tell him to stay.. but he couldn't.  He was moving so slow, and time was moving so fast.<br/><br/>Sitting there in his hospital pajamas, hair back to being messy, face flushed and glowing red, lips still slightly parted and heart still racing, he said all by himself, "I-I'll be here..".<br/><br/>What was happening?  Were angels allowed to do that.. were people allowed to fall in love with angels?  Is that what this feeling inside Rusty might be after that.<br/><br/>Rusty was trying to will his heart to slow down, trying to make the blush die away from his cheeks.  Nothing was working... He took the magazine that was enchanted by the angel, and hugged it tightly to his chest.  A break big smile broke across his face and he closed his eyes, reliving the moment in his head.<br/><br/>So intense was his trying to remember every detail, trying to remember everything that happened, that he didn't know Belial was there until he heard the voice.  His eyes opened a crack to take in the sound of the voice, only to see a man standing there.<br/><br/>"What.. WHO?!"  Rusty cried out, scrambling off the side of his bed, landing in a heap of tangled limbs and sheets on the floor.  There was a guy in his room, a guy who shouldn't have been there.  Rusty didn't know what the man had said, only that he'd said something.<br/><br/>He raised himself a little bit, peeking over the side of the bed with wide, terrified eyes.<br/><br/>"W-who are you?  How'd you g-get in here?"<br/><br/>His heart was beating quickly again, but this time out of shock than out of.. something close to love?