30. now that it's raining more than ever, know that we'll still have each other

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HURT & COMFORT RP [EXPANDED]
Hurt/Comfort - Hurt/comfort is a fan fiction genre that involves the physical pain or emotional distress of one character, who is cared for by another character. The injury, sickness or other kind of hurt allows an exploration of the characters and their relationship.

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[werewolf_hacker]

[The call from Yavniel wondering why Guriel had been delayed for a much-anticipated meeting had galvanized Ben from calm to panic in the space of a breath. By that time he'd already been gone for forty-five minutes, and Ben was delayed another forty-five by the drive to the hospital.

The elevator deposits him on the roof, and he prowls around, finding the corner his Packmate likes to perch on--

Blood.

The scent of fear and anger and another angel, a stranger. Along with a familiar scent, from their last Black Market takedown. The guy in the suit.]

Oh, dear God, no.

[guriel]

[Stupid, he'd been so incredibly stupid, but after all these weeks of meeting Yavniel without incidents he'd gotten into the habit of thinking of the rooftop as safe ground.

Which is stupid, so very incredibly stupid, because nowhere is safe ground. There's no such thing -- a fact that was hammered home when a strange brother and an all-too-familiar human suddenly appeared there with him, armed and carrying chains and more than prepared for him. He'd fought, of course, like the lion he's supposed to be, but it wasn't enough.

The cage is cramped, so much so that he has to bend almost double to fit in it, wings jammed uncomfortably close to his back on one side and the runebound wire on the other. There's no way to get leverage, there's barely even room to breathe, which he can't do anyway

[werewolf_hacker]

[A frantic phone call to Spence later, Ben's got the name of the guy in the suit and the swanky address in Malibu where he lives. He's half-wolfed by now, but he has to keep it together, has to actually get there before he can unleash his fury, and traffic is not helping.

Finally, finally finally finally after far too long, he pulls the Jeep up in front of the house

[guriel]

[The Suit smiles nastily when Ben shows up. "Oh, good, you're here."

The words knife through the aftermath of Hellfire in Guriel's mind, and he manages to crack his eyes open and raise his head enough to see who's standing in the doorway. And he laughs, although it comes out uneven and broken and scary-sounding. "Dead. You're so dead . . ."

The Suit spares him a disdainful glance and then adds "I admit, I wish I'd had more time to play with the angel before you arrived."

And he digs his thumb into the sigil again, and Guriel's world dissolves into burning white agony that never, ever, ever stops . . .]

[werewolf_hacker]

[And Ben roars and leaps across the room, slamming into him even while silver bullets slam into his body from the last remaining bodyguard's gun -- which is abruptly silenced when Ben's claws go right through his throat just in passing.

Ben hammers the Suit to the floor with a horrible crunching noise and sits on him with a clawed hand wrapped around his throat. He is frighteningly, frighteningly calm right now. He pops the claws on the other hand, digs the one on his index finger into the guy's chest between a couple of ribs to the right of his sternum -- and slices deep and all the way across.]

I'm pretty sure I just hit your lung. [This is confirmed when the Suit gives an agonized cough that sprays pink.] Now I'm going to do your other one. And you can lay here and drown in your own blood with a broken back.

[guriel]

[Guriel bares his teeth, even as the shudders from the latest round of Hellfire have him firmly in their grasp. Time and place are all jumbled in his head, and he still can't breathe at all between that and the agony and the claustrophobia of the cage.

But Ben's here. Ben came for him. It's enough of an anchor to sanity for Guriel to latch on to, and he does with all his might.]

[werewolf_hacker]

["You little bastard," the Suit spits. "This won't be over if you kill me. People will come for you. I made damn sure they know who you are."

Ben's still frighteningly calm, even as he pulls the claw through the other side of his ribcage.] And I'll kill them just as dead as I'm killing you. [The guy tries to punch him in the face, but Ben catches the hand effortlessly and crushes it with a twist that also splinters the wrist and arm bones.] Oh, hey, the angel rings. I'll take those.

[guriel]

[Guriel's brother in the corner makes a terrified noise and hunches closer into himself, clearly fearing retribution. And Guriel would reach out mentally to try and comfort him, but he's a little too busy trying to pull himself together right at the moment as the rush of relief when the ring is no longer bound to the Suit's will takes his breath away again.]

[werewolf_hacker]

[The Suit makes a high, keening noise at the pain of his broken bones, and Ben twists the arm again with vicious and still-calm satisfaction. He slams his head on the floor once and rises to his feet.]

You. Angel. Take your ring and get the fuck out. I know that made you help it, but I really can't look at you right now. So. Just go. [Ben sets the ring on the floor, and the angel creeps forward, practically snatches it, and disappears.

And Ben kicks the Suit hard in the ribs on his way over to Guriel's cage and tears the door off the hinge before dropping to his knees.]

Oh, Guriel, I'm so sorry I took so long...

[guriel]

[Guriel makes a broken noise and flinches when the door comes open -- completely involuntarily, driven by old, old instincts the Hellfire has stirred up.

But it's Ben, it's his Pack, and his Pack would never hurt him, never leave him here, and the next moment he's scrambling out of the cage and all but tackling Ben, clinging with all his might.] Knew. Knew you'd come, knew you wouldn't leave me alone, I knew it, I knew it . . .

[werewolf_hacker]

'Course I wouldn't. [Clinging back is a go. This is going to do bad things to their tendency to not want to let each other out of sight.] LA traffic's a bitch, though, and I couldn't--

I'm sorry. I got here as fast as I could.

[guriel]

I know. I knew you wouldn't leave me, I knew you'd find me. [Guriel's shaking hard, and he squeezes his eyes shut and buries his face in Ben's chest.] They got the drop on me and I tried to fight them but he . . . he . . . my brother, he got my ring, and I couldn't . . . I couldn't hurt him, I couldn't.

[werewolf_hacker]

'Course not. And they used it against you. [Ben eyes the Suit, who, yeah, is struggling to breathe right now and scrabbling desperately against the floor with his one good arm. He probably should not feel so much satisfaction, but... he does. Aloud:] Which is why he's dying slow.

[guriel]

[Guriel shudders.] How . . . how long've I been here? Time gets all wrong. Hellfire lasts forever. More than once in a row like that and it makes you lose time, and I don't . . .

[werewolf_hacker]

[Ben huffs out a sob and holds him fiercely.] Three hours. Three hours way too long. Yavniel got worried when you didn't show up and he called me, traffic was a bitch getting to the hospital and sniffing out what happened, and then it was a bitch again getting out here...

God, I'm sorry.

[guriel]

[Guriel shakes his head against Ben's chest.] Came for me. Kept your promise. Promised you'd come and find me if They took me. Knew you would. Knew you wouldn't leave me alone.