Breaking the Fall

Note: The final installment! *deep breath* Alright people, here you go...Merry Christmas!!

Part Four: Finding Heaven

‘God has abandoned you.’ His own lip trembled between his teeth as he shut his eyes to that fact, but no matter how he tried, he knew David spoke the truth, and his will diminished. What did it matter? It felt wonderful, like nothing he’d ever felt. His body obviously wanted it, David wanted it. Why struggle? But then, he knew that answer too. David didn’t love him. If he gave in now, he likely never would.

"David..." The man paid him no mind and he forced his tone louder, fighting the million reactions of his body that willed against it. "David, stop!" Blue lifted at that, meeting his pleading silver with a look of longing and need that near made him regret his choice, but he persisted. "Please stop..." He watched the man’s debate, felt it weighing heavy in the air, and he didn’t realize he’d held his breath till the man spoke and he breathed again.

"Why?"

Luke debated, and David took the time to appreciate the man’s restraint. Even pinned back, flushed, and half-naked, the man still managed to voice his objections. More than he could say for himself in any case.

"I gave up heaven for you, David. You’d never met me...and I turned up your doorstep...in love with you." He glanced away, as if his admittances somehow shamed him. "I sinned...but in my sin I got all I ever wanted..." He shifted, suddenly very conscious of his position as the haze of recent pleasures began ebbing; it felt no less intoxicating, but so much more real. "I still love you...but I want you to love me back...is that..." He flushed but glanced back, meeting the blue gaze nervously. "...too much to ask?"

David watched him, but his eyes never strayed from those anxious silver orbs, never left to scour his exposed body or take one last look at what he had came so close to having. He held the gaze, and Luke felt like his fate balanced on the edge of a knife, just waiting to make one fell slip...

Then the other man moved, slowly, but never breaking eye contact. With purposeful insistence, he took the hem of the smaller man’s sweater and lowered it once again; pulling it back down to a safe area around his waist, and covering the flat spans that so meaningfully tempted him. Then, he moved off him, and Luke only stared, momentarily stunned as the man stood waiting, crouched beside him, and offering a hand. When he took it, David moved up fully, lifting the smaller man up till they stood, joined only by hands as he picked his words very carefully.

"If this..." He laced his fingers through the slender grasp in his, and Luke felt warmth spread again, just from the simplest of touches. "...is all the touch you’ll ever allow..." The smaller man opened his mouth to object but David blocked his speech. "...then I’ll live with it." Silver eyes widened, and the silent act looked once again so innocent, David knew he meant his words. "You’re right...you fell from heaven...and that night...God lost his most beautiful angel."

"David...I-"

"I never thanked you...but you saved my life last night, Luke...you gave me something to live for. You could never ask too much of me." Catching just beneath it, he tilted the man’s chin up ever so slightly before brushing their lips, and he felt Luke’s tiny gasp against him. Though so brief, over nearly before it began, that fleeting moment of contact meant more to Luke than any more intimate touch David could have ever bestowed. It made his chest flutter with hope, and when the man backed off, not attempting for anything more, his spirit soared. "Thank you....and goodnight."

So David turned away, with no regret in his heart as he left Luke behind him, and by the time he made it to bed, his spirit felt nearly as lifted as the angel himself. For why should he feel sad? He had the love of the most beautiful, innocent, and perfect man he thought he might find in a lifetime, and whether he knew it yet himself or not, he returned the emotion, with ever fiber of his being.

o—~o~—o

A light glow surrounded him, warming him and waking him with the gentlest grace imaginable. Luke stirred, and when his eyes opened, they met with the softest, most welcoming gaze he thought he’d ever lay eyes on.

"Wake, Luke, God has forgiven you." The smaller, ex-deity blinked slowly, a frown of incomprehension slowly dawning on his features as the angel above brushed gentle fingers across his forehead. "Come, your deed was good and your heart true. Our Lord has heard your pleas and granted forgiveness...you may return to heaven."

"W-what?" As he struggled to wake, the other only hushed his nervous words.

"You saved the life of this human, filled his broken heart and returned meaning to his life. Your deeds are acknowledged and praised. You have been granted the title of Guardian." Silver eyes widened as these words finally began sinking in, and he shot up in bed, staring, stunned, into the hopeful eyes of his heavenly companion, Anadiel.

"But..."

She brushed a finger over his lips. "Hush..." He felt a familiar tingling in his spine, and prepared to wince, but this time, it felt...wonderful. Not the ripping, empty sensation of before, but like everything suddenly returned to him. Completion. "Your wings are returned by the might of Our Heavenly Father. Come...return with me, Luke."

It felt perfect, so perfect, but at even the barest thought of what he’d leave behind, tears built in his eyes, and he knew he could never return to heaven, would never want to. He had everything he had ever wanted and loved, on Earth. Lifting his hazed eyes slowly, he shook his head.

"Anadiel...you know I-..." He shut his eyes. "I can’t..."

For the first time, he saw grief on her features that night, but the tiniest, most hesitant smile made its appearance as well. The one thing he had ever hoped from her, understanding, showed then, and it made more difference then any offering heaven ever could.

"I...suspected as much." She gave a tiny nod to the door, but her sad smile kept, and she motioned for him to follow. "Come."

This time, he knew not to worry, and, glimmering wings behind him, the light of heaven momentarily returned, he lifted from the bed, and followed her pace easily down the hall. David’s door lay ajar, and she motioned toward it.

"Go to him, Luke. Show him what you have fallen from...to be by his side."

~

David woke slowly, like floating through a dream, warmth, comfort and peace surrounding every bit of him like a blanket. When his eyes finally opened, he felt sure he’d died and gone to heaven, for surely that was the face of an angel? For moments he lay transfixed, then remembrance hit him and he gave a sleepy mumble.

"Luke?"

"Yes. Were you sleeping well?" Blue eyes blinked once, twice, and a brief look of puzzlement graced his features. Luke looked....like he had on that first day, at his doorstep. His face looked bright, colored, and alive, his silver eyes reflecting hope, love and innocence beyond measure. Once again, David truly believed the man fell from heaven. Then his gaze froze, and his eyes widened. He shot up in bed, and simply stared.

Dressed, once again, in white and gold, the delicate figure looked illuminated in the dark of the room, his every feature accented by light and aglow with life. Behind him, the two most beautiful, glistening wings he’d seen in his life hung gracefully, spread from his back like the most natural thing on Earth to him. The luminous white feathers gleamed in the tiny shards of moonlight that escaped through his windows, and David knew he’d never again see a sight so beautiful.

"You’re..."

"An angel?"

"Perfect." He gazed, in complete awe over the figure before him, and when he met eyes with silver, a new realization hit him, and he felt the first pang of loss. "What does...this mean? Are you-" A finger pressed to his lips gently and Luke whispered so quietly, it sounded like the flutter of wings themselves, a bird taking flight.

"God wants me back..." He felt the man tense beneath him at those words, heard the edge of pain in his voice as he spoke, and it meant more than any words could.

"So...you’re leaving me." He didn’t state it as a question, as if he had already doomed himself to that fate, and Luke’s heart went out to him. The man still had so little faith.

"David...I’d never leave you. I love you." Then lips met his, and David knew what it was like to stand at heaven’s gates. Luke’s kiss made the gentlest brush, feather light and petal soft against him, the brush of feathers and the sweetness of sugar on his lips, rousing every sense imaginable with the simplest of gestures.

Heaven’s light faded, the gold luminescence dissipating around both, and then David was kissing not an angel, but a man. When his wings vanished, for the second time, his tiny wince disappeared into the kiss, and he felt no loss.

So, that night, Luke once again gave up immortality for love, and this time, David broke his fall.

o—~—~—~—~o~—~—~—~—o

Christmas morning dawned bright and cold, the first rays of sun shining new and insistent upon unwilling eyes. At first, David denied them, not into the habit of looking forward to a new day, but as he rolled to the side, another presence froze him, and his eyes opened abruptly. Silver, white and gold; all memories of the night before came back in a rush, and he wondered if he’d just dreamt it all. It felt so unreal now...

He reached out hesitantly, lightly brushing over a loose strand of silky platinum, and watching as silvery lashes fluttered. First lazily, then just sleepily, reflective silvern eyes met with his, and Luke gave a drowsy smile.

"Merry Christmas, David." His voice came soft, heavy with sleep, and muffled through a small yawn as David watched; he’d never seen a more adorable sight.

"Is it?"

Luke nodded silently, covering another yawn and curling slightly into the sheets. "Christmas morning. The great day of our Lord..." Watching him lay there, perfectly content to just settle out peacefully on his bed brought curious thoughts to mind, and David asked finally.

"Luke..." The smaller man opened one eye to him, acknowledging the words, but hardly ready to move. "...don’t you remember...what happened last time I woke up with you in my bed?"

The smaller man flushed, but no worry showed in his eyes, and he answered quietly. "Anadiel left me in good hands...she would never do otherwise." He leaned up, rolling to his stomach and balancing on the palms of his hands to place a quick kiss before adding even more softly. "Besides...if you hadn’t been so rough about it...I might not have minded so much..."

Eyeing him carefully, David pressed forward, meeting peach lips again, ever so softly, and, to his surprise and joy, Luke responded. Tentative at first, the petal soft touch parted slowly, his heart aflutter as he offered entrance. After a few brief seconds, he felt his tension lessen as David took the offer, gently prodding his lips farther apart and moving between them with due caution.

David proceeded with unhurried touches, as if one wrong move might somehow break the moment and send the timid man back into his shell, never to be seen again. Slipping his hand to the man’s shoulder reminded him once again of the man’s dress, his gown-like robes, splaying about him like white lace across the covers. That in itself brought on instant reactions, and he quickly questioned, before scaring the man off again, trying to keep his tone as nonchalant as possible.

"Luke..." The smaller man made a muffled ‘hm?’ against him, and he fought the urge to groan at the feeling it sent through him. Such a thing would surely scare the man off far too soon. "Before I...do anything stupid...how far exactly...are you willing to let this go?" He felt the man’s heated flush against him, but when Luke backed up, his eyes shone with nothing but unadulterated compassion and trust.

"I have faith in you, David..." He placed a cautious hand behind the man’s neck and pulled close enough to whisper in his ear. "Show me your heaven."

A low moan escaped him at that, and David felt restraint crumble. The thought of scaring off the man now, though, kept him at bay, and he knew if he planned to get anywhere, he needed to do this right. He lowered the man back to the sheets beneath him and moved with paced speed.

First on his lips, David’s tongue explored him, tasted him fully and marked the area as his own. Luke felt himself instantly responding this time, his nervous heart in a flutter, but his fingers sure as they laced at the nape of the man’s neck, encouraging him onward. David needed no further persuasion, and gladly took the cue.

Keeping their lips in contact, he slowly began taking further measures. Slipping one hand up, he met with the dip between the man’s neck and shoulder and slid his press down, lowering the white, barrier fabric from the area and leaving it to hang off teasingly. Taking the opportunity, he began trailing his kisses along the hand’s recent path, and Luke’s tiny shudder only served as incentive.

Much to his glee, the entire expanse of pale flesh felt near as soft and smooth as his lips themselves, and when his teeth and tongue met with the graceful dip of the man’s collar bone, he relished in the stunned gasp he received in return. He made a mental note to remember the sensitivity there as his other hand trailed back, pulling down at the other side and baring both shoulders to his view.

"David..." Luke literally trembled, but not from fear. David’s touch sent fire licking at his skin, and this raw need brought his previously untouched body to quiver beneath every caress, needing each more than the next while still aching from the last. His breath caught in his throat, and his fingers clutched to the sheets. Surely no one felt such agony and pleasure as this?
David’s hand began moving more insistently, spreading the cloth across his chest and taking to avidly exploring each area as it exposed itself. Luke’s head tossed helplessly and as the other’s lips began traveling his bared flesh, he knew no more delightful torture.

Delicate silver locks now splayed out, tousled and damp against the pillow, some clinging stubbornly to their owner’s forehead, and only adding to his ravished appearance. His swollen pink lips parted gently with his breath, each succeeding the next quite rapidly now, and David couldn’t have asked for a more perfect sight.

Already risen slightly with the minor tossing of their previous actions, the cloth of Luke’s robe now gathered teasingly at the bend of his knee, but when determined fingers lowered to bring it higher, a small mewl of protest paused him, and the former angel’s eyes shone with a reawakened fear.

"David..." His voice shook, suddenly uncertain again and David removed his hand, shifting to get a better look over the worried figure. When standing, Luke almost matched his height, and his slight frame rarely came into play, but now, with no show of height, the fallen angel looked delicate, fragile, almost breakable beneath him. His heart went out to the tiny figure, and he brushed carefully back at a damp strand of silver.

"Hey...I’m sorry. If you don’t want this...just tell me. I won’t push you." He watched the man’s expression flicker, the want to trust and desire to continue battling with the fear and caution brought about by past experience and an eternity of chastity.

"I-..."

David sighed and shook his head, placing a light kiss on the man’s forehead. "It’s alright. You have every right to doubt me right about now...and I don’t blame you. We can wait as long as you want." When he began to slip back though, Luke shook his head abruptly.

"No!" David glanced up again and the smaller man caught his lip, struggling over his words. "I...I said I trusted you...and I meant it. It’s just, I’m...I’ve never..." He flushed brightly, his already rosy cheeks tinting further as David caught his chin, bringing their eyes to meet.

"If you’re trying to tell me you’re a virgin..." If possible, Luke’s cheeks deepened a shade and he stumbled over his words. David just chuckled. "Look, that one was pretty obvious, besides...it’s really nothing to worry about..."

Luke’s blush looked near the color of ripe cherries by now and his words came so stuttered, he finally gave up and pouted. David found the look positively adorable and he laughed. It only served to increase the other’s frustration, and he shut up when the man sat up abruptly and stood. For a moment, he thought the man might just up and walk away, but Luke made no move to leave, and simply turned his back to him. He almost opened his mouth to question, when something fluttered neatly to the floor, and his eyes widened.

Slowly, as if completely natural, the white fabric slipped off from the man’s shoulders, down to his elbows then down near totally. It’s fall paused briefly, catching at his waist before leaving him entirely and simply billowing out in a gathered white cloud at the man’s feet. David swallowed.

Luke glanced over his shoulder to find the man staring and their eyes locked, his deep reflective pools holding a thousand words of meaning before he began making his way back on the bed. Silky silver locks fell into place in front of his expression, hiding it from view, and once again David lifted his chin to find answers. This time, the trust overran everything else, and though he still felt the man’s fear, hesitance and worry, he knew Luke wouldn’t object again.

Their lips met softly at first, taking only slow, languid movements and trading tongues and pleasure almost lazily. Soon though, the movements became more insistent again, Luke’s now completely exposed body near quivering as every sensation magnified against bare skin, and David quickly took advantage of the situation, pressing the needy body back again to the sheets.

Almost by instinct, Luke raised a knee nervously as he fell back again, absently trying in vain to somehow cover himself again; David only chuckled at the effort.

"Come now, Luke...don’t tell me you’re getting shy again..." He pressed down lightly at the man’s leg and watched his flush creep brighter as he slowly lowered it again. "Besides..." He spoke quietly in the man’s ear and smirked at the shudder it received. "You have nothing to be ashamed of..." As he felt Luke’s tiny catch of breath against him, he could almost imagine his face, and was rewarded when he saw it, the former angel’s wide eyed expression making it all worth it.

Since David normally slept only in boxers, it took little time to devoid himself of them, and in near no time, he lay atop the delicate figure below him in an equal state of undress.

Watching him carefully, Luke finally got out with a light pant, “So… what’s next?”

The other man glanced up at his comment, as if trying to decide whether he was serious or not before finally smirking broadly. "Oh I don’t know...are you sure you want to find out?" Even as he asked, he reached over to his bedside dresser, and Luke watched the movement curiously, brow furrowed in minor confusion.

"I...yes...I think...is it...bad?"

The honesty of Luke’s confusion might have brought him to tears with laughter at any regular point in time, but currently, David felt much too distracted, and only snatched up the desired container as he found it and grinned back to the man on the bed.

"Oh yes, very bad." Luke’s eyes widened almost comically, but David’s attention to the bottle in his hand distracted his worry, and he almost questioned when the other interrupted him. "Now...you should lie back, either on your back or front...it doesn’t really matter."

The smaller man looked completely confused. "What’s the difference?" He laid back nonetheless, watching with rising anxiety as the other came atop him. "And what-...oh God!" His eyes widened instantly as a slick, unfamiliar presence slid behind him, and he gripped tightly at the man’s neck for support. "David! What in Heaven’s name-...oh!" His eyes shut again in a mixture between a wince and a moan as the first finger pressed inside of him.

If Luke winced on one entry so small, David worried what might happen with more. His tiny, tight body felt like a complete ring of muscle around him, already contracting at the invasion. Pushing back that worry as much as possible, he carefully slid in a second digit. Luke caught his lip with ragged moan, shaking his head against the minor pain this caused, but only gripping tighter to the man’s neck.

"D-david..."

The other man cursed silently. "This is hurting you, isn’t it?"

Luke shook his head briefly, but he saw the flickers of pain still in his expression and bent to kiss the man lightly. That in itself seemed to help, and he felt the smaller body relax around him. He took the opportunity, keeping their lips in contact, and pressed in a third finger. This time, the man beneath him winced little and gave low moan of appreciation, wriggling slightly onto the still strange feeling intrusion.

"If it hurts you, tell me."

Despite the great help kissing seemed to accomplish relaxation-wise, Luke still felt nearly impenetrable, and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt him. He began a slow pace at first with his fingers, testing the man’s barriers and getting his previously untouched entrance more used to the sensation of being filled and stretched.

"David..."

The addressed man felt very pleased to hear all pain gone from that voice, only breathless anticipation left in its wake, and he let out a small sigh of relief. He kept up his smaller movements for a bit longer, but it took near no time before Luke began making it obvious he needed more, if not with words, at least with bodily actions, not to mention a wide array of noises David could only take as positive.

Finally, convinced he’d never get the tiny body any further prepared that night, not to mention his own rapid loss of self-control, he removed his fingers; Luke objected instantly to the loss by both physical and verbal protest.

"David-"

He cut off the man’s words with a firm kiss and watched his expression change abruptly from mild disappointment to wide-eyed surprise as hands quickly spread his legs. Before Luke got out a single word of question though, David made his intention clear, and a brief flicker of panic crossed his angelic features before the man pressed in, and his fingers tightened dramatically on the man’s shoulders almost to the point of pain. David paused and Luke whimpered ever so slightly.

"This hurts..."

The larger man nodded, working on steadying his breath as he waited for the pain to edge from the smaller man’s troubled expression. While he watched, he decided to try what worked last time, and though it didn’t entirely erase the pain, Luke again seemed to relax as their lips met. Finally, he gave a brief nod.

"You can move again."

This time, David pressed in slower, careful to take into account the man’s expression as he slowly made his way in, and though he needed to slow almost to a stop several times, he made it all the way in before Luke halted his efforts completely again. Once in, he waited for the shaking body to adjust. When Luke began shifting his weight beneath him, he took it as his cue to begin moving again.

At first, it took a near snail’s pace to keep the man from wincing, but David didn’t blame him, and stayed patient through it all. Slowly, his patience began to pay off. After what felt like eternity, Luke’s body began to accept instead of reject him, and a short time after, the man started to respond to his efforts.

Once the aspect of pain faded away, in fact, Luke quickly caught on to the more pleasurable properties of such contact, and when his short, choppy moans returned, David risked a faster pace. The change came gladly accepted.

"David..." His breath came ragged and needy now, his slender fingers clutching once again through the man’s rapidly dampening blonde locks as his head fell back, and he gave another low moan of encouragement, shifting slightly to circle his legs around the man’s waist. With his newfound enjoyment of the situation, he soon began rocking back to the thrusts, and near thought he had a rhythm when a stem of intense sensation caught him completely off-guard and he bucked with a screech.

"Jesus Christ!" His eyes widened to an almost impossibly large size and his desperate fingers clutched in a death grip to the man’s neck above him. "Lord Jesus, son of Joseph and Mary, what in Heaven’s name..." He panted, his chest rising and falling like he’d never breathed in his life. He looked up to David with an accusing glare. "What...the hell...was that?"

The other man only laughed, a wide grin traversing his features. "That, my angel, was your prostate."

Luke gave a tiny groan, shuddering at the word as he shut his eyes. "It sounds dirty..." It almost came out as a whine, but David only chuckled lightly.

"Well...it’s soon going to be, if that’s what you mean."

The smaller man opened his mouth in confusion, but before words came out, another rough hit to that spot sent him arching near clean off the bed, and he landed with a quiet whimper.

"That...is completely unfair."

David’s smirk looked positively devilish, but he said nothing, and didn’t need to. From there on, he successfully began focusing on getting to that area, and did reasonably well. In near no time, this newfound focus had Luke literally writhing on the brink between agony and ecstasy, and it was certainly a sight to see. After about four hits, he found himself begging, and he didn’t even know what for. By the fifth he decided he didn’t know up from down, and didn’t care.

David’s body moved roughly into him now, the pain completely gone and only completion on either’s mind. With a strong, muscled chest sliding with every stroke against his, and a caging, firm grip holding him steady, Luke felt sure he felt better now than he ever had in heaven, and when a steady, building knot of pleasure began forming deep in some unknown part of him, he just held on for the ride.

Luke’s short, gasping, needy breaths panted heavily in his ear, against his body, and David began speeding up by instinct. When the smaller man’s moans became more sporadic, and increased in volume, he sensed the beginnings of completion, and gripped tightly to the sheets just above his shoulders, bracing his thrusts as they came now with something close to animalistic intensity.

Then, as if on some silent cue, Luke’s entire form tensed beneath him, suddenly as taut as a bowstring, pulled and ready to fire before one last hit sent him spiraling and he peaked with a muffled scream, the noise dulling against David’s lips as he kissed him fiercely. Seconds later, the shaking and tight, rapidly contracting body around him brought his release, and he spilled deeply with a low moan, filling the fallen angel with the inevitable result of his passion. He groaned with an exhausted sigh, and for a few minutes just laid there. Luke didn’t seem to mind the extra weight.

Eventually though, in fear of crushing him, he rolled off the smaller figure and landed on his back, staring blankly to the ceiling for a few seconds before glancing to the man beside him.

"So...how does sex rank up next to heaven?"

Luke’s silvery gaze flickered his way tiredly and he gave a sleepy smile, his cheeks pinking an obvious rosy shade; David found it amazing the man could still find a way to blush after all that. "I think...that was heaven, David."

David meant to laugh, but he only smiled, and against his better judgment, he brushed out a hand gently, pushing a damp strand of silver out of the other’s eyes before muttering quietly. "Do I have to confess my love now?"

The smaller man blinked, watching him curiously for a few seconds before glancing away. "Only if you mean it..."

Better, more sensible instincts told him not to take things so seriously, to ignore the tone and shrug it off, but something in his conscience wouldn’t let him, and David quickly reached over, tugging the smaller, startled body against him before whispering quietly. "Now what on Earth makes you think I wouldn’t mean it?" Silver eyes widened, but before Luke spoke, he kissed him quickly and added. "Now get some rest...we have a Christmas party tonight remember? There’s someone I want you to meet..."

So, on that morning of December 25th, the twice-fallen angel Luke fell asleep soundly and slept in unimaginably late, warm and content in the arms of the man who had stolen his heart from heaven. David never thought of suicide again, and rested peacefully with the form of his heavenly savior by his side.

The End.

Review Replies

elisabeth chase: i love the cliffhanger.. God has abandoned you... shivers! and Nick in WalMart... ooh does he ever disgust me! very well played, sir. the outfit luke bought is quite nice, too... my congratulations on your taste. * swings arms in an infantile tantrum * more! more! more!

My faithful editor! You return! *chuckle* It really does mean something to see you here reviewing though. ^_^ Ah yes, Nick. This is what frustrates me about short stories, I love to get into the characters, and with only three days and four chapters...I really can't do much (or not as much as I'd like, anyway). Tis why I find one-shots near impossible to write...T_T (Not to say I won't read them...just can't bring myself to write without at least some form of plot).

I'm glad you approve of my styling sense...=^.^= Believe it or not...describing those clothes took the most amount of time in that whole piece...x-p I'm glad it showed at least a bit. ^_^

o_o Infantile tantrums...man...when was the last time I saw one of those? *chuckle* I'm ever glad for your support...may you have a wonderful, wonderful Christmas!


Note: Whee! First finished fic! (And now I can put a nice pretty [Complete] out in front...^_^) If you liked it...please tell me! (It's the least you can do for a Christmas present, huh, huh? Pweeeease?? ^_^) Of course, if you don't like it you can tell me that too (though that's not quite so nice...). o_o Either way, I love feedback! (c: