Davian's expression dropped. Brought him back to him? The demon's eyes studied him up and down, even his tail having gone still. The angel had wanted him back... with him? Sometimes, Davian knew, he had seen in Ambriel's expression, when he wasn't being an angry self-righteous prick, that he liked him, that warmth that fluttered in his stomach and made him feel strange after they had sex. Sometimes Davian imagined he saw it other times, too. Like when he was pestering him while the angel tried to read in the library or pay attention in class. Davian had kept it a secret, pretended he didn't see it, that it didn't mean anything. But now Ambriel was confirming it with his words.
And yet, he had sacrificed the thing that had brought it out. The thing, or activity anyway, that Davian had wanted and thought Ambriel had wanted, too. Was that why it was a sacrifice? Because the angel wanted it to continue but now, because of his devotion and some promise he made, couldn't?
All traces of humor were gone from Davian's face and anger was starting to replace it. Who the fuck was this Lord to think he could hold Ambriel to some fucked up promise for something the guy didn't even have a hand in? There was no way in Hell Davian would attribute his freedom from the mines to some higher power. He wouldn't even attribute it to Ambriel, since the fool bird had showed up and gotten himself broken and had to have Davian save him. No, fuck this, this wasn't happening.
"You're a dick," he growled, anger rising up and focusing on the winged boy in the bed. He would have lashed out at him physically, but had to stop himself when he saw Ambriel's wince. Fuck, why was he so concerned that the angel felt pain? Served him fucking right! And yet Davian didn't hit him. Not physically, anyway. Instead he used his only real weapon. "A stupid naive fucked up dick!"
Voice raising in volume, Davian sat up and rolled off the bed, unable to identify or name why exactly he was so upset. So he didn't fuck around with some guy anymore, so what? There were plenty of fish. But the demon knew Ambriel wasn't just another fish even as he tried to convince himself that he was.
"Fuck, Ambriel!" he shouted, hands coming to his hair to pull at it. "I can't believe you-- And after all that? I thought that you, that we were, that this-- Fuck!." Dropping into a crouch, Davian ran his fingers through his tangled hair until they clasped at the back of his neck, huddled in on himself as though he were about to receive a beating.