Azrael sighed when he saw Abaddon reach for yet another bottle of whiskey. The vampire hunter knew what would happen if he kept drinking, but he didn’t care. Well, Azrael didn’t really care about whether Abaddon drank or not, either; all he cared about was surviving another night alone.

“You know, you probably wouldn’t feel so lousy if you got drunk,” Abaddon pointed out, surprising still sober after three bottles. He wrapped his arm around the annoyed angel’s shoulders and continued, “Getting drunk is the perfect solution to problems.”

“No, it’s not,” Azrael snapped, shoving the arm away. “All getting drunk does is give you a killer hangover.”

“Not true…well, okay; it does that, but it also helps you forget what you were upset about.”

Azrael thought about it for a moment. It would be nice to forget about the betrayed look Kaiya had given him when he told her he had to erase her memories or risk being killed; it would be nice to forget that he had loved her…but no. Alcohol wasn’t a cure for his problems…it wasn’t a cure for a broken heart…

“Alright, Abaddon, pass me a whiskey.”

“That’s the spirit,” he said with a roguish grin as he passed him the whiskey bottle. They clinked the bottles together and Azrael downed his, causing Abaddon to smile; he hadn’t thought the angel would be so willing to get drunk.

Several bottles later, Azrael could barely stand up without losing his balance; Abaddon watched as Azrael with a smirk. Maybe now would be a good time to propose something he had wanted to say earlier, but knew would be rejected by Azrael’s rational half.

“How about we go back to my place?” he asked quietly, half-expecting Azrael to regain some sense and reject him. He was slightly shocked when Azrael leaned close and kissed him as a reply. As they started walking toward his current home, he couldn’t help but smile; he’d definitely have to get Azrael drunk more often.

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Azrael opened his eyes and whined a little when he realized that he was facing the window that was allowing the early morning sunlight to enter; muttering a soft curse at himself for getting drunk the previous night, he rolled over and found himself staring at Abaddon’s chest. Confused, he sat up and stared at Abaddon, unable to figure out why he was in bed with him.

What the hell happened last night? In order to get to the bottom of this mystery, Azrael climbed out of bed and, smirking slightly, proceeded to drag Abaddon into the bathroom, place him in the shower, and turn on the cold water.

“What the fuck, Azrael?!” was the immediate response. A second later, the response was followed by, “You’re mad at me about last night, aren’t you?”

“Should I be mad at you for about last night?”

Abaddon climbed out of the shower and grabbed for a towel. “You know, I was only trying to cheer you up…you were pretty depressed.”

“Better question: What did we do last night?”

Abaddon thought for a moment as to how he should phrase it. “We had a one-night stand, I guess.”

Azrael looked at him for a few moments, as though hoping Abaddon was lying; he finally sighed and returned to the bedroom where he began looking for his clothes. “Abaddon, there is a reason I don’t drink and that’s it!”

Abaddon smiled and handed Azrael his pants. “So this has happened before?”

“Yes, it has,” Azrael snapped pulling his pants up. “And I don’t wanna talk about it so don’t even ask.”

“Just one question: That other time, was it with a guy or a girl?”

Azrael stopped searching for his shirt and stood there for a second. Why is it that when he said he didn’t want to talk about something Abaddon seemed to want to talk about it? He sighed and spotted his shirt; he put his shirt on and answered, “It was a guy and we’re not discussing that time or this time. Ever.”

“Alright,” Abaddon said with a nod. “After all, we both know that wouldn’t have happened if you weren’t drunk.”

Azrael paused and thought about that. Now that his rational half was working again, he realized that it would have happened anyway, but the alcohol gave him an excuse…even if he hadn’t really been drunk. Abaddon didn’t need to know that.

A/N: This is just a little 'what-if' stroy involving two of my favorite characters.