Azrael found himself once again at the bar with Abaddon, wondering how the hunter had talked him into this. This was utterly unbelievable; the first time they had gone drinking together, he’d woken up beside Abaddon. This time, he’d just have to keep himself from drinking anything alcoholic.

“So, Azrael,” Abaddon began, pushing away his glass, “about that other time you got drunk…”

“No,” Azrael snapped. “We’re not talking about it. Not here, not now, not ever.”

Abaddon sighed; sometimes Azrael could be so touchy. Too bad he couldn’t get him drunk again…then he might find out something. He’d just have to find out what he wanted to know the good, old-fashioned way: annoy Azrael until he told him.

“Why don’t you want to talk about it? I mean, it’s not like we’re a couple so I wouldn’t hold it against you and, besides, that was probably months ago.”

“Look, I just don’t want to talk about it. Alright?” Azrael almost reached for a bottle of whiskey, but stopped himself.

“Why not?” Abaddon knew that Azrael was slowly getting annoyed with him, but he needed to know. Well, he didn’t need to know, but he wanted to know.

“If you must know, the person was a mentor of mine,” he said in the tone he got when he was bothered. “We both agreed that it was a mistake and it shouldn’t have happened.”

“So…who was it?” Before Azrael could snap at him, he added, “It was a mentor of yours which means I’ll never meet him so what’s the harm in you telling me?”

Azrael sighed. Abaddon had a good point; the chances of them meeting were slim. Truthfully, he needed to be honest with Abaddon about several things and this was just one thing. “Okay. His name is Raphael and he’s a High Angel.”

Abaddon stared at him; he had no idea that Azrael had been with a High Angel. Especially with Raphael. After all, Raphael was…well, not one of the better people that Azrael could have been with. “You were with him?”

“You know him?! I knew it! I knew I shouldn’t have told you!” He pressed his hand to his forehead. “Being with him was such a mistake! No, it was a disaster!”

“How was it a disaster?”

Azrael suddenly looked away from him and said, “It wouldn’t have happened if I had been sober. It wasn’t like last week.”

“What? What about last week?”

Azrael grabbed the whiskey bottle. Screw being sober. “Last week was…fun.”

“I didn’t think you really remembered…you were drunk, after all.”

He took a long drink. Might as well tell him now. “I wasn’t drunk last week.”

Abaddon froze mid-drink. “That means that you really wanted to be with me last week?”

Azrael just nodded, taking another drink. He stared at the counter; he was hiding the blush that was creeping into his cheeks. “Yes, I did.” He took a deep breath and said quickly, “Abaddon, I love you.”

Abaddon smiled, praying he wasn’t blushing like his angel friend was. He was glad that Azrael had confessed his feelings for him; this saved him from having to admit it first. Now, he just had to return those feelings, but he didn’t have to state them; he had always had a hard time confessing his feelings for others. Oh, well. At least he wouldn't have to try and get Azrael drunk next time.

A/N: Yet another story of Azrael and Abaddon together. I actually like this couple.