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Rain hit hard against the pavement, sliding down in races on the windows. The storm above was brutal and didn’t seem to be letting up anytime soon. The rain began to collect quickly on the streets, and passing cars splashed one another as they crossed paths.
The streets that were once packed with people just moments ago are now cleared as they took cover to avoid the storm. Aki held the door open for Angel as they made their way to his apartment. Angel has never been to his place, but sometimes, in a twisted fantasy, he liked to think of what his apartment would look like. Maybe something cosy and lived in, or freakishly clean to match his dull personality. He tried to dial down on the mental insults, it helped them make progress. Just a couple months ago, Aki said he hated Angel; now he buys him ice cream for lunch daily. Such great progress.
Now that winter had crept up on them, Aki decided to buy less ice cream “for Angel’s health”, but he didn’t care. They came to the agreement of three ice cream cones a week. It was nowhere near enough, but it would do.
“The elevator’s down; do you mind walking?” Aki asked.
“Do I have a choice?” Angel responded. There wasn’t really an option unless he could fly through stuff like the Ghost Devil.
Aki shook his head and started heading up the stairs; Angel followed.
They reached the apartment door with little to no exhaustion. Their clothes began to dry as they were soaked and sticking to their skin. Aki removed his coat at the door and laid it on a rack. Angel kept his. His apartment was nothing like he imagined. It was cosy and clearly lived in, from the mess that Denji and Power left behind before they left, but also rather clean and simple. The perfect balance.
“Great…” Aki’s face flushed lightly in embarrassment when he saw the mess the pair left behind.
Quickly cleaning it silently and taking a mental note to lecture the two later with their return. Angel removed his shoes, placed them next to Aki’s, and made his way to the patio window. Golden lights illuminated from neighbouring windows, similar to his halo that reflected warmly in the window. Aki observed from the kitchen Angel’s longing at the lights. It wasn’t that he was encapsulated by them; rather, he longed for what was behind. Even behind his own light at this time.
“I don’t believe they’re going to be home anytime soon,” Aki said in the quietness, snapping Angel out of his thoughts. “Is there anything that you would like? I can make some leftover curry from last night.”
“That would be fine.” Angel turned to face Aki.
“Okay…beer or wine?”
Angel thought about it for a while until he shrugged; he never did go out much, let alone drink much.
“Wine it is.” Aki pulled a fresh bottle of wine from the cabinet and began working on the food. Angel sat at the end of the table that rested in the middle of the room.
A small shiver went down his spine, and he tried wrapping himself in his wings to keep warm. “Your clothes are still wet? My apologies. I have a change of clothes, if you can fit them.”
“Worth a shot.” Angel stood up and followed Aki to his bedroom.
His face washed with light pink when he saw the bed, neatly made, and it looked almost untouched. Aki gave him a loose shirt, some warm sweats, and a towel to dry his hair. Angel fit well into the shirt since they were nearly the same size if it wasn’t for their height difference. While the shirt fit, the pants fell longer around the ankles and almost swallowed his feet whole. He rolled them up to the best of his ability. Aki even cut holes for Angel’s wings to be able to hang out. Something about that made Angel smile softly.
The smell of curry and rice and some type of vegetables filled his senses. Everything about this place felt warm, and it felt like forever. Time seemed to stop here. Angel walked out of the room and returned back to his seat, taking a small glimpse at dinner. His stomach growled, and his eyes grew heavy from a hectic day.
They both ate their food in silence; what started as a small compliment towards the food bled into a conversation about the heavy rain. “It’s still going,” Aki blurted out.
Angel looked at Aki and then outside; the golden lights were still there. He nodded. “Did you ever check when it would end? I still have to check in with Mrs Makima and return to public safety.”
“I took care of that already,” Aki said, not looking up from his food.
Angel’s gaze rested on him, soft but confused. Aki looked up and returned a confused look. “Is that a problem?” He questioned.
Angel shook his head and continued eating. Aki had made a small call to Makima about keeping Angel over for the night. She had seemed unsure at first but went through with it. While she wouldn’t do this any other time, she did trust Aki more than anyone. There was another moment of silence; it was eating away at Aki. The night was still young, and he was sitting here with a devil. Not what he expected, especially not with someone other than Denji and Power.
“Where will I sleep?” Angel asked.
“You can sleep out here or in my room,” Angel’s eye flickered up from his food quickly, “on the floor.” Aki added
The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. Angel nodded slowly and continued eating. Taking a slow sip of the red wine, it was easy on the taste and only made Aki’s head buzz a little. Their conversation shifted to their experiences in the field and what devils they have encountered. Both slowly gravitated towards being tipsy as the bottle of wine grew empty. Angel’s eyes grew heavy, and Aki’s words became more slurred together. They weren’t messy drunk, but when Angel’s knee rubbed against Aki’s, it began to unravel.
Aki glanced over at the clock as Angel laughed at his joke; it was almost midnight. With a short sigh, he got up and started collecting the dishes.
“Are you done with this?” Aki reached for Angel’s half-full cup. Which Angel quickly downed with ease. His blood was warm with alcohol and yearning for a long sleep.
Angel laid his head against the table with his arms for support. He watched as Aki washed the dishes, and a warm blush crept down his shirt. Wishing he rubbed his knee against Aki’s for just a moment longer. Angel couldn’t tell if it was half the bottle of wine talking or his own thoughts that made Aki look so good in this lighting.
“Do you need help?” Aki offered assistance as Angel stumbled. Grabbing onto his arm and tugging at the sleeve slightly.
Angel leaned into Aki’s arms and let his head rest onto his shoulder. Aki’s face quickly grew a darker red at the sudden touch. He wasn’t uncomfortable but rather shy and surprised. Angel held tightly around his arm, feeling his muscle through the sleeve slightly.
As they reached the bedroom, Angel fell onto Aki’s bed. He went to retrieve the futon for Angel to sleep on, but Angel had other plans. Sliding under the cover of Aki’s perfectly made bed.
“I’m not sharing the bed with you; you’re sleeping on the floor.” Aki protested. Angel ignored him.
Angel’s wings left a small trail of feathers from hitting the walls on the way to the bedroom. Some loosely fell onto the bed, but there didn’t seem to be any missing from his own wings. Aki wondered if they were packed and dense. Further encouraging him to get closer to Angel to soothe his curiosity.
He picked up one of the feathers and brushed the rest of his side of the bed. Joining Angel under the covers and sitting alongside him against the headboard. Angel’s eyes fell heavy, but his gaze remained strong. Aki continued playing with the feather until his attention was grabbed by Angel’s fidgeting.
His knee knocked against Aki once more, this time with more than one brush. Aki’s eyes met Angel’s; something flipped in his stomach, like a feather floating in the wind trying to keep up with a current.
He began brushing the feather against his own skin, pretending it was Angel’s skin and wondering what it would feel like to touch his skin with his cold hands. How he would react to his cold and soft touch. How he would react to the feather gently caressing his skin.
Angel’s eyes fell to the feather and back to Aki; like a light switch, a thought appeared in his head. “Do you want to touch my feathers?” He asked with slight regret.
Aki looked confused but nodded. Adjusting themselves to face closer to one another. He didn’t want to miss the opportunity, and he probably wouldn’t get something like this again. At first he gently stroked them downward but eventually stuck his finger in between, feeling around, and there could’ve been thousands of feathers in there with how tightly packed they were. He was rather fascinated, but Angel’s expression was very different than he would’ve expected. Almost as if Aki’s touch was pleasurable. His eyes shut, and he gripped the sheet gently, and with just that, Aki grabbed his feather and brushed it gently over Angel’s face.
Angel gave into the touch and exposed his neck for Aki to have more area to play with. Aki went slowly and took his time. That’s all he wanted right now: time. Angel’s look on his face was absolutely perfect, and Aki thought about leaning in for a kiss but snapped out of the moment. He already didn’t have much time; why remove even more? Angel kept muttering something under his breath. Growing hard under the blanket and rubbing his knee further between Aki’s legs and rubbing just below his crotch.
“Fuck…” Aki muttered. The feather became the least of his worries. However, as soon as the feather stopped, so did the grinding.
Aki had time to recollect himself and continue. Finding his own ride against Angel’s leg and rubbing the feather over his lips, almost wanting to take his fingers into his mouth. Wanting to watch the hot mess he would become.
“Aki,” Angel whispered lustfully, “please….. I need you.”
Aki abandoned the feather foreplay and dropped the same hand down the sheets and over Angel’s painful and wet bulge. Stroking through the sweat the best he could, Angel was loving every second of it. His eyes began to tear at the corners, and they were both in a deep state of focus.
“Fuck…Angel.” He tried to get more words out before he spilt into his own pants.
Angel followed shortly after, with a whimper that echoed in his own throat. Aki’s head fell on Angel’s chest as he tried his best to catch his breath.
“I want to taste you…” Aki let out a breath in-between each breath.
Angel smiled sadly, “You can’t touch my skin. It’s only safe through clothes.”
Aki remembered as quickly as he forgot. Angel softly pushed Aki on his back and straddled over him. His auburn hair tickling Aki’s face, it smelt like warm cookies. “Open for me.” Angel whispered.
Aki listened without a second thought, mouth wide open and ready for his taste. Angel got as close as he could, safely, letting a small trickle of spit lead into Aki’s and watched as it slid down his tongue and down his throat. Aki swallowed immediately and savoured every taste that lingered from Angel. The hint of wine still lingered.
“Do you have gloves?” Angel asked.
“I think the second drawer.” Aki, shocked by the question, pointed to the nightstand by his bed.
Angel reached over and opened it, welcomed with gloves as well as lube and condoms. Grabbing all three, Aki was surprised at the sight of the lube and condoms. Angel sat next to Aki and tossed the gloves to Aki and put on a pair for himself. He also quickly removed the sweats and abandoned his underwear.
Aki was astounded at the sight of Angel’s cock. Perfect size for his body and how he longed for it in his mouth.
“On your stomach,” Aki said, easing Angel and moving the pillow so that he will have support for his head.
Angel placed his arms under the pillow and lay there, back arched slightly, like a dog in heat, for better access. Aki placed a cold bead of lube in his fingers and rubbed it around Angel’s hole. Watching as it slowly relaxed from its tense state. Angel moaned into the pillow quietly.
“Let me hear you, baby,” Aki muttered.
Angel moved his face towards the side to let his noises escape in the open rather than muffled. Aki began to work his way in with one finger and watched as Angel’s back arched more and more with each thrust. Eventually there were two fingers, then three. Angel riding back on his fingers and his beautiful angelic noises. Every thrust felt like magic, almost as if sparks would fly every time his fingers slid back in.
Aki removed his fingers at once, which caused Angel to whine and look back to see what was happening.
“Why’d you stop?” Angel cried.
Aki began to open one of the condoms. Angel had grabbed out the drawer. Tearing it with his mouth and rolling it over his painful length. The sound of the rain grew harder and louder as it hit against the window. Angel’s halo illuminated his face and left him in a warm light. His soft features and long lashes shadowed on his face as his eyes met Aki’s.
“Have you ever done this with anyone?” Aki asked out of curiosity.
“No…” Angel responded. Almost unsure of his answer.
“Are you sure you want me to…” Aki wouldn’t want to do anything to make him uncomfortable, no matter how much he craved to fill Angel all the way.
“I can’t wait anymore.” Angel whispered.
Aki nodded and lined himself against Angel, making them both gasp. Aki’s hands held onto Angel’s hips to slowly watch his length disappear around Angel. Angel gripped the sheet from the slight sting. It was bearable and, honestly, a good pain; it left him feeling warm inside. Once Aki was almost fully in, not all the way to be careful about their skin touching, and stayed still as Angel got used to the stretch.
“Aki,” Angel muttered, “please. Move.”
“I know. Just wait a little longer.”
Running his hand down his back, trying to soothe whatever pains he was feeling right. Out of impatience, Angel slowly moved Aki all the way to the tip and rode right back down. Aki groaned against the sensation; it felt as if he was being sucked in. He bucked his hips to meet Angel halfway. The two reached a rhythm, and the feeling was indescribable. Every part of Aki’s worries began to let go, and the only thing he could have and wanted was to feel Angel like this forever.
“A...Aki...” Angel pleaded, “let me ride you.”
Without hesitation, they swapped spots, and it was back on. Angel struggled at first, trying to not fall completely on Aki’s lap or touch his legs with his own. When he was doing his rhythm again, it was mesmerising. To watch this devil ride towards his own pleasure. His hair started to stick to his face from putting the work in and the sweat.
“Angel,” Aki moved his hands back to his hips, trying not to fuck into him, “I’m close.”
“Me too.” Angel’s hands rested on Aki’s chest as he continued riding. The feeling of his cock rubbing against his prostate was a feeling he would chase for the rest of his life.
With a final thrust, Aki came into the rubber that separated the two, and his chest rose and fell rapidly as the sensation of overstimulation began. Angel spilt untouched on Aki’s shirt, small strings that stuck and stained it. Angel continued riding just a little longer before Aki couldn’t take it anymore.
“Shit,” Aki cried, “Enough. Stop.”
Angel slid off of Aki’s length and sat next to him. “I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”
“No, I’m just really tired.” Aki explained.
Angel’s halo lit the room up enough to still be able to see his half-opened eyes. Resting his head on the pillow and facing Aki. He did the same, and they stared for a bit, trying to wrap their heads around what just happened. What it meant and how it would affect the future.
“Can I sleep in here now?” Angel asked with a mischievous smile. Aki let out a laugh and shook his head.
Aki had grabbed Angel a new pair of sweats and offered to help brush his hair for him. He couldn’t do much else, as he couldn’t touch him. He wished he could; he imagined it as heaven if he could. Maybe in another life. They fixed the blankets to cover themselves, and it wasn’t long before Angel rested his head on Aki’s chest and fell asleep listening to his heartbeat. He played with the boy's auburn strands, twirling them and moving them away from his face, careful to not touch his skin. Aki joined Angel in a deep slumber not long after, and the world went quiet. They weren’t a devil hunter and a devil, working to keep the citizens safe. Constantly risking their lives for others and people who were short on time. They were just two beings existing in a calm and loving way. A way that they won’t get back and will slip through their fingers faster than they can ever handle.
As the moonlight shone through the window and the rain slowed down, Aki held Angel’s head against his chest. His wings hugged both their bodies and left a calming feeling in Aki’s body. For the first time, Aki wished he had enough to sit and hold Angel forever. All he could ask for was more time. Just a couple more minutes.