And suddenly he got his wish. Elijah's body was against his. He let go of the hand to cup the other man's face.

God. He had to bring God in.

Gabriel stood frozen, indecisive between two loves for the moment. He knew which one he should choose, but all his being - and at the moment especially his body - was yearning for the other.

He could pull Elijah closer. He could kiss him. He could push him into the table and...

His breath was shaky. He didn't want to break away for fear that this chance would never reoccur. But he stepped back. This was lust. And he would regret it. "I'm sorry..."