morningstar



		Morningstar by Kenovay

Bartleby stared straight into Loki's face, breathing heavily. There was no fear there, only annoyance and worry. After a millennia of knowing each other, there was little that the other could do that would cause fear in either of them. His muscles bunching as he held Loki against the wall, Bartleby leaned forward to mutter something, but found himself kissing a startled Angel of Death on the lips instead. Loki wrenched his head away. "What the fuck?" "I think it's repression," Bartleby murmured, and leaned forward again. Loki let out a little snort of laughter, and Bartleby took advantage of the parting of his lips to let his tongue slither inside. Loki shivered, and pulled his head away again. "Nice as this is, it's only gonna lead to disappointment when you get in my pants." "Nice brush-off line." Bartleby stepped back. "You're right. We're not fucking equipped." "And we have to deal with your sudden metamorphosis into the Morningstar."

	Notes: Probably never going to be continued, much as I adore this pairing.

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