young volcanoes

The angel's stomach complained all the way to the cafeteria; Gabe was ravenous. He'd woken up late this morning, and hadn't had time to fit in breakfast in before lectures, and lunch had come and gone without him realising. He was no good at cooking for himself, and he hadn't felt like bothering poor Bill about making him dinner, which was why he had ended up resorting to the dodgy canteen food that he'd sworn to avoid after feeling sick the last time he ate there.

However before Gabe even got to the counter to pay, his eyes locked with August's . He'd recognise that asshole anywhere, and the cheetah - or whatever she is - too. He dumped the tray he was holding onto the counter, his hunger had been replaced with an appetite for revenge. "Nobody sleeps with my boyfriend and gets away with it. " He muttered angrily, under his breath. He made his way over there with his eyes narrowed and frown lines painting his forehead. August was in for it.

The fact that August had slept with Bill was only part of the problem, the main problem was how smug the man looked as if he had bested Gabe at some kind of game . Well, not this time - Gabe was not going to let him win. Which was why the first thing he did when he reached August's table was deck him smack bang in the middle of the face, without even saying a word.

The punch had probably hurt Gabe more than it had hurt August, although you wouldn't know it from looking at him. He was pretty good at keeping his pain and emotions hidden. He was doing his best to ignore the stinging sensation that had crept from his knuckles into his wrist. "Fuck you." He finally blurted out, he wanted to scream it over and over again and punch the man until he blacked out but that would be overdoing, even Gabe knew that. Besides, he didn't want to seem immature.

'You fucking asshole' , Gabe almost laughed at that. "You're calling me the asshole? " His voice was cold, inflicted with anger. "I'm not the guy who goes and sleeps with other people's boyfriends " Gabe should have been expecting the blow, after all he had been the one to start the fight, he should have known August would continue it. He yanked himself out of the man's grasp, the shirt he was wearing ripping in the process. It was a cheap one that didn't matter so he ignored it. He tried to regain his balance, he'd gone dizzy temporarily. Then he leaned in and socked August again, harder this time.

"Oh yeah? " Gabe fumed, his anger clouding his senses. I don't care if I'm being immature, I don't care if I'll regret this. I don't care, I don't care, I don't care. I'm going to pummel him. Gabe grabbed the man's black hair between his fingers, as he gave a blow to the man's stomach. That'll make him keel over. At the very least it would have hurt a good deal. "How's that for giving ? "

As Gabe was knocked to the ground, he could feel his ability to breathe escaping him. His muscles were aching, and his body was getting tired. He knew that he could draw on his powers to give him energy, but that would be cheating. He wasn't going to cheat, not in this fight. He kicked at the man who was pinning him down, before struggling to yank his arm free and lift his head off the ground.

Unfortunately for poor Gabe, he didn't quite manage to escape in time and August's fists collided with his jaw, causing the back of his head to smash against the floor. " ¡Tu puta madre!" Gabe exclaimed, through gritted teeth. The pain that was flooding through his jaw made him think it was broken. He didn't care about that right now though, all he cared about was ruining that stupid pretty face of August's.

Gabe got his opportunity when the other man rolled away. He dragged himself over there with the amount of energy he had left and let the man have it, beating his fists against August's face with all the force he had. "William will never go back to you. He doesn't make the same mistake twice. " Gabriel spat at the man.

The knee to Gabe's core had been enough, August didn't need to add in the blow to his crotch. The man rolled off August, breathless and almost blacking out from the sheer pain he was feeling, everywhere on his body hurt and he swore that if he wasn't immortal he'd be dead by now. Gabe had underestimated the man when he went over to pick a fight with him; August could put up an insanely good fight.

Gabriel lay on the hard cold canteen floor for what felt like hours, but was only a few minutes in reality. He glanced over at the other man who was drenched in his own sweat and painted in blood, and he'd just about decided to give up fighting when August began to laugh and the snide comment he made sent the angelover the edge. He wasn't going to let August win this one, Gabe was going to have the last punch even if it was the death of him.

"Oh yeah, after how long? Don't you do laundry? " The angel laughed without humour. As he distracted August with the question, he lunged at the man and punched him right in the jugular with the last of his energy.

<div align=center>Trouble. That was what William sensed. He had a nose for bad situations like a Bloodhound did for a dying fox, and this afternoon something was very wrong. Moving down to the canteen, it seemed somehow more crowded than usual, there was a commotion going on at one end, his brow furrowed. Approaching the area was more or less like running full on into a brick wall for him, the storm of rage that hit the boy was more than enough to make him grit his teeth. Dark eyes flickered over the pair at battle, and immediately fire flashed up in them. For crying out loud what is this about? Though, he already knew the answer to that.

Squaring his chin and pushing through the throng of people that had crowded around, William grimaced and whimpered at the sudden rush of pain that hit him. Oh goodness. He made a noise and stumbled a few inches forward, hunching his shoulders and letting a hand shift to his forehead. That really hurts. Why the hell were these people just standing around watching? Bill couldn't understand. These two were going to kill each other if no one stopped them. Who in their right mind would fight over me? The notion seemed absolutely ridiculous, and all of a sudden the burning rage that William felt in the pit of his stomach far overcame the rage radiating off the two men tearing into each other.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!?" Each of his hands latched onto one of Gabriel's ears, and one of August's. Bill's face was more or less completely blank. It didn't take a genius to realize that this was a situation he was incredibly unhappy with.</div>