Like A Weed Treats A Flower

So - really bored the other night... I started reading through some of Loki and I\'s old RPGs - and stumbled upon this apparent pot of gold.

It takes place in a world in the future. It\'s Earth, but it\'s waaay in the future... YAY! Basically it\'s one of those post-apocalyptic, everything sucks now times. The only difference is that sceince figured out a way to combine human and bird DNA (sort of) and created this race called Feshhel. The Feshhel were originally created to be \'angels\', no pun intended, they were supposed to help people, etc. However things got WAY out of hand..

Not really important.. All you need to know is that this little Feshhel boy, Noah, is staying at an orphanage with other Feshhel. The man running the orphanage/church is Father Emanuel (Felix mentions him). Felix isn\'t a feshhel, but he probably wishes he was...

When he\'s not wishing for other various ... sick and twisted things. :) According to Loki, Felix is merely omni-complected... Meaning everything gives him some sort of complex.. :blah:

Felix is me and Noah is Loki.

The picture is by Loki - it\'s not Noah, however. It\'s one of the other Feshhel boys, Raeklyn. :) For more information about him go check out Loki\'s stuffs. (You can find it on Y! Gallery)

(We\'re such pedophiles.)


It was dark.

It was always dark at night, and they always came in and closed the curtains. He had to wait for the nuns to leave so he could open them again. It wasn’t as bad as it used to be, though. He’d begged and cried until he convinced them to let him have the bed by the window. It was mostly because the moon and the city lights were so bright that they made the darkness not so bad.

He sat, bathed in the light now, his black hair falling in slightly curling strands across his eyes. His black wings shined a bright blue in some places, or green or white in the pale light, it all depended on how the light hit the feathers. He liked it best when they looked so black they were purple. He held them folded against his back and tilted forward, the only real way he could sit on the bed comfortably in his position, cross-legged with the blankets in his lap. His skin was pale and looked almost blue where the shafts of light shot across his bare chest.

Most of the kids slept in this way - pants with no shirts. It was just easier to dress them, and more comfortable for their wings. Plus, all the children were boys so it didn’t really matter.

Noah shivered but did not lay down under the covers yet. He couldn’t sleep. It was almost midnight and he could hear the muffled breathing of the other children he shared a room with. They were all out cold. The six year old boy didn’t know why he couldn’t fall asleep like the other kids, but he didn’t mind - as long as the moon was out, he liked the night time.

He shifted where he sat to turn all the way toward the window, resting his bare forearms on the sill. The light glinted off something shiny as he moved and caused him to look down. There was a beautiful spider web in the corner of the wooden window frame.

Noah’s eyes lit up as he leaned in, watching intently as a huge black spider spun the web - wider and wider.

“Hello.” He whispered to the spider. “I guess we both can’t sleep, huh?” He said, voice lower than a whisper so as not to wake up the other kids.

The spider didn’t seem to mind the company - so he kept going.

~*~

‘He treats me like a weed does a flower.. Come here and hold this basket. He treats me like a weed does a flower.. He drapes me over himself like some fancy pelt, while sucking the life from me. He’s like a weed. Like a life-sucking weed. He wants to kill me slowly - wants to watch me wither and die.. And there’s nothing more after that, Felix. After death - that’s all. You stop. Life stops. Beauty stops. He treats me like a fucking weed treats a flower.’

Felix cocked his head slightly to the side as he moved to another small link in the fence. He was crouched in such a way that the monstrous shadows from the playground hid him from the view of the church. He liked it that way. It meant he could sneak up on Emanuel.

He reached out with long fingers and stroked the longest weed in the fence, currently wrapped throughout at least six links. It was spotted in tiny yellow flowers. Flowers almost the same straw-blond color as Felix’s hair, pulled back so that the thick strands had time to spread before seeping into the dark blue tie just above the end of his shoulder blades. His navy blue eyes seemed black in the night, under his glasses - but he didn’t really care about them right now.

He was watching the weed.

He liked to think they grew faster when he was around. He liked to imagine them slipping through the links to please him. Yes - please him.

He sneered and slid his hand to the bottom of the weed as it sunk into the dirt, and gave a swift yank - pulling up the bottom, roots and all. He smiled a little as he laid the weed gently in his basket, then picked it up and stood slowly stretching on thin limbs to his full height of 6’2, which put him well over the sheltering shadows of the playground.

He tilted his gaze slowly, drawing it over the multi-colored slides and swings, the jungle gym and other various play pieces. He trailed his eyes up the side of the broken church, darting from window to window - meeting nothing but thick curtains of shame. Until they reached one near the top - an open window.

Felix blinked for a moment, staring at the window as the figure slowly settled into recognition in his mind. Noah - the boy was called.

~*~

Noah shook his head slowly as he imagined what the other children, or even the nuns, would do to the poor spider if they found him freeloading on the church dormitory window.

“You shouldn’t build a web here. Someone will surely kill you for it. They don’t like spiders.” He said in a cryptic whisper. “That’s ok though, they don’t like me either.” He said after a short, thoughtful pause.

Quite suddenly, something caught the small boy’s eye outside the window. Movement? Noah’s heart jumped. Maybe it was the black cat that had been hanging around the church - he so wanted to take him up to his room and hide it. They weren’t allowed to have pets. But it wasn’t a cat - it was much bigger - a man!

A man just outside the fence.

What was he do- Noah’s eyes got wide with excitement as he saw the glint of light off a pair of glasses. Long light hair, a wooden basket, skinny arms and legs like a skeleton. It was Felix. Noah let out a small gasp as he sat up, hands on the window sill, palms down. He squinted, straining his eyes to see through the dark.

Yes! It was the gardener Felix, his friend - the one that watched him all the time. He hadn’t been around lately though, Noah guessed it was because the other kids bothered him, or Emanuel, or the nuns - they bothered him too.

Noah continued to watch with bated breath. Did Felix see him? Remember who he was? He desperately wanted Felix to remember him.

Felix’s lips soon curved into a small smile, a twisted smile, and he lifted a hand in a small greeting, wiggling his fingers slightly to let the boy know he’d seen him - and recognized him. He looked back down at the garden, and then to his basket, and then to the boy. He wanted to stroke the boy’s wings, and it made his stomach flutter. He turned after a moment and started towards the abandoned cathedral next to the church, a place he hesitantly called home.

Noah’s expression echoed the disbelief and hope that he felt which made his heart jump into his throat. Felix waved to him - and smiled! He knew it was real. Felix had never talked to him like a baby, or called him strange names. Well, he did call him strange names some times, but they were good names. Felix was really his friend, not like any of the others. He liked the way Felix’s smiles were, like the weeds he picked as the wound around the chain-linked fence.

But wait! He was leaving? What had that look meant? Did Felix want Noah to follow him?

Felix’s ratty old shoes, which looked as though they had once been very nice, made barely a sound against the cement as he stepped out of the boy’s view, then continued on until he entered the bottom floor of the cathedral.

Something about Noah drew Felix’s eyes to him every time they saw each other. The boy was simply magnificent - much, much more divine than his fellows.

The strange and lithe man walked through the small, oddly shaped hallway connecting the small lobby to the large room Felix referred to as the ‘Bullshit Room.’ For this was a place he’d often seen Emanuel spew crap from up behind the podium - like some preacher. Felix chuckled. On the other end of the lobby there was a stair case, leading up to the second of the three floors in the building. The second floor was made up of small classrooms, all of them being used by the eccentric man in one way or another. The third floor wasn’t really much of a floor at all. It was at one time a bell-tower, but parts of the walls and ceiling were missing, and the bell had been thefted long ago. Now it was an open sanctuary of sorts. One of Felix’s favorite rooms.

Noah looked around at the sleeping kids and turned so that his bare feet hung off the edge of the bed. His blue and white striped pajama pants hung around his feet, much too big for him. He slid from the bed with one last glance at the spider, and winced as the boards creaked while he made his way across the room, wings folded tightly against his body. He then made his way down several flights of stairs to the bottom floor, shaking now, holding his arms across his chest. It was.. So dark.

He quickly went to the side door the kids used to go out to the playground, and pushed it open with a small grunt. He shivered a bit more as he stepped into the breeze, the door closing behind him with a loud click. Jumping he turned to look at it, frightened that someone else had done it, maybe even locked him out.

He shook his head and took a deep breath, starting across the playground. He rose to his tip-toes to unlatch the gate and closed it behind him as quietly as he could. The street looked desolate from out here, not a thing moving. The sharp bark of a dog from somewhere nearby startled him into running all the way to the front door of the abandoned cathedral.

He paused, unsure of what to do. Should he .. Knock? He raised a small fist and hit it against the huge, thick wooden door softly. Too softly for anyone to possibly hear. He waited - no answer. He took a hold of the iron handle and pulled back with all his might. The door slid open with creaking protests.

He let go as the opening was just big enough for him to slip through, and then he was plunged into darkness again. He looked around, his whole body shaking in a violent way.

“He-hello?” He called softly, taking a few jerky steps forward.

Felix had seated himself on the stairs with his back to the broken podium, basket on the floor next to his right foot, head bent back to lean on the podium, and thin arms strung between his legs so that the backs of his slender fingers brushed the carpet of the stairs.

There was only one working light on the bottom floor - Felix had strung electricity to the second floor, leaving just a small cord to light the bottom - the top room he wanted no artificial lights in.

He heard the door creak open lightly, followed by the sweet call of Noah.

“Keep walking forward, Noah.” He answered quietly, his voice echoing around the room as if he were talking over the intercomm system. “Towards the light.” He let his imagination wonder and he could see the boy opening the double doors, stepping into the room with his wings wide - like some angel. Like the God he truly was. “Wings … open.” Felix continued in a slightly breathless voice. He knew the boy would listen to him - he’d asked him to do little things here and there, but nothing much.

Would he be wearing his pajama pants now? Would he have gotten dressed to visit Felix? He certainly hoped not. He wanted to see the boy’s thin chest. He himself wore a simple button-up shirt with ripped sleeves, baggy black pants held up with broken suspenders - only the strap on the right was working and it was slung lazily over his shoulder. Felix tilted his head up a bit so that he had a clearer view of the door. The light caught the scar over the bridge of his nose and nearly made it shine.

Noah shivered, arms wrapped around his waist. He could see the crack of light from the other room, but it hardly lit the space he now walked through. He clenched his jaw to hold back the tears. It was so dark.

He heard Felix’s voice, it echoed like Emanuel’s during mass but it was different, soft and slithering, like a snake - or a spider. He managed a small smile. If the spider in his room could talk it would sound like that, like Felix. The smile faded however as he was once again aware of the dark that seemed to be pushing in on him from all around. He breathed raggedly in and out.

All he had to do was get to those doors.

He walked forward, slowly spreading his wings as he went. A small creak made him jump and whip his wings shut. He made a small whining noise as he looked around frantically for the source of the noise, calming and picking at the hem of his pants as he reasoned that it had to have been him. He took another step forward, relaxing his wings a bit.

“It-it’s really dark.” He said in a small voice, not knowing whether Felix had heard him or not. He finally reached the doors and began to grab the handle, he stopped, however, and spread his black wings as far out as they would go while still being able to fit through the doors. He pushed with all his weight on the wood beams, a palm on each one, and they swung open with surprising ease. He stepped forward, wings out, into the light.

Felix stiffened with anticipation as the doors swung open to reveal Noah - Felix’s own little deity. Oh yes, he was magnificent. He radiated a certain divine power which his simple-minded compares lacked completely. It made Felix’s penis stir beneath his pants.

“You don’t like the dark, Noah?” Felix said in a soothing voice, a strange voice to come from such a twisted man. He stretched out his legs a little, but did not move from his seated position - though he wanted to drag Noah to the podium and ravage him at that very second. No - no. He had to talk to the boy. Make him see what an amazing creature he truly was.

Felix tilted his head again, his hair falling over his shoulder, the shorter strands almost completely covering his face as he did so.

“It likes you - it compliments you well. It’s nothing to be scared of, Noah. All of your friends are in the dark - the spiders and the weeds. You should learn to like the dark. There is nothing here now that is not also here in the light.”

Noah stepped forward a bit more, watching Felix at the podium with a strange kind of wonder. He looked down, suddenly embarrassed under the other man\'s stare. He was afraid of the dark, deathly afraid. It took all he had just to walk down that hallway to this room, the promise of light and companionship the only thing guiding him. He let his head tilt down, eyes on the floor.

“I don\'t like too much light either, it hurts my eyes. I like the moonlight.” He continued, eager to hear Felix’s voice again - it made him shiver. “It’s just right.”

Felix smiled and slid off the stairs, considering crawling towards the boy for a moment, but something told him to walk, so he strode over to the boy with a careful grace, kneeling in front of him and reaching out a hand to stroke his right wing carefully, letting his thumb brush over the edges of his feathers, letting out a huff of breath as he did so.

“The moon shines for you, Noah.. that\'s why you like it so much... It\'s your light.” He smiled a little and moved his hand slowly down the boy\'s wing in the opposite direction, letting it slide down the side of his face, through his soft hair, down to rest lightly upon his shoulder.

“Do you want to see something else that\'s yours, Noah?”

Noah smiled shyly as Felix touched him. It felt strange. They had never really done much more than talk through the fence before. Noah would do little things for him, but they had never really been alone together without others around nearby. He liked the way Felix talked to him, but it was a little confusing. He\'d never had anyone speak to him that way before.

His wings and shoulders shivered and he reached up to push the hair from his eyes with his palm.

“A-alright.” He said, curious and confused. What in here could be his?

Felix smiled and took Noah\'s hand, smiling at how it fit into his palm. He gently led him back into the dark lobby, giving his hand a light squeeze to keep him calm in the dark. He might want to see fear on the boy\'s face later, now - he did not.

He guided the boy to the stairs and began humming a strange song as they began a slow climb upwards. The second floor was mostly made of two long hallways, bordered by rooms on either side. He passed by the first hall - those were rooms he did not yet want the boy to see.. perhaps he would not ever want him to see. Instead he took Noah down the second hall, and into one of the first rooms.

The walls looked at first glance to be painted in a strange bronze/gold with an oak finish, but upon closer inspection was revealed to be simply a case of the obnoxious gold wallpaper peeling, giving the walls a beautifully ornate look. There was a small platform in the back of the room, much like the one downstairs, and in place of the podium there sat a chair. It was a highly decorative dinning room chair which had been broken and discarded - Felix had found it years ago and fixed it up. Given it a new leg, patched up the backing, repainted it in a dark navy to match his eyes. The cushion was a firm yet yeilding pillow of gray/blue, to match a few light streaks over the chair\'s front right leg. Also, strung around the chair were the weeds which Noah and Felix had picked. In the left corner, pushed up against the wall was a bed.

Noah\'s mouth dropped open into a small \'o\' shape as they stepped across the threshold. To him, a boy of 6, the room seemed like a palace! It glowed with gold and glittered in the warm light. And the throne was beautiful! Noah let his hand slowly drop from Felix\'s as he stepped farther into the room, spinning around to look at everything, taking it all in.

“This is yours, Noah... that is your throne - and this your bed.. If you ever desire a night away from the stuffy old church.” He pulled the boy carefully into the room, closing the door behind them and leaning up against it as if he suddenly couldn\'t stand.

Noah’s awed expression suddenly dropped a bit into a confused one.

“Mine? But why?” He asked as he walked up to the throne and ran his fingers over one of the smooth gilded wood arms. He smiled softly and laughed a bit.

“How can it be mine? Only princes and kings and queens get to have thrones...right? I\'m not king of anything.” He turned to look at Felix, his wings folded to him again, relaxed at his shoulders. He felt his pants slip around his hips and absently tugged them to his waist again, they were much too big for him.

Felix nearly licked his lips as he watched Noah\'s pants sagging - they were so big for him... He closed his eyes a took a deep breath.

“You are a king - Noah.. The people in the church just don\'t tell you because they know you\'re more powerful then they are. They are scared of you. Can\'t you see that?” He lowered his gaze to meet the child\'s and slowly slid to his knees, almost looking wounded in the way his knees sort of gave out and the door held him up until the last second. “They are scared of you and so they keep things from you.. but I would not do that to you, Noah.. I want you to know who you are.” He crawled forward a few steps until he sat on his haunches about half-way to the throne. “Please - sit in your throne?”

Noah cocked his head to one side, still confused by Felix\'s words. He thought they just didn’t like him. He walked over to the throne and stood in front of it for a minute or two, looking it over, how beautiful it was. He then turned around and put both palms on the seat, hopping up into the chair. He giggled a little, feeling silly as he scooted back, but this was all so wonderful, like playing pretend! Only it was for real!

He shifted to sit with his back against the back of the chair, small legs swinging over the edge, toes curling at the ends of his bare feet. He shifted his wings a bit, they were out to the sides so he could fit back against the chair.

“What could I be king of?” He asked in a small voice. He still didn\'t believe the others were scared of him, they certainly punished him enough, and called him names, how could they be scared of him?

Felix smiled and made his way over to crouch at the end of the throne, looking up at Noah in awe.

“You are king of many things -Noah. King of your people. King of the moon. King of the darkness and the weeds.” He sighed and reached out to gently play with the hem of Noah\'s pants. “They call you names because they are weak.. they want to put you down so that you do not rise above them like you should.. Oh you are meant for great things my king.” He turned to suddenly look up at Noah, eyes wide behind his glasses. “My king, may I - lay my head upon your lap?” He asked, his voice soft as if asking a simple thing.

Noah laughed softly again at all the things that Felix told him. He was the king of all those things? The idea sounded silly to him at first, but Felix was real...he remembered suddenly...he meant what he said. He stopped laughing and looked down at Felix, a contemplative expression on his features.

“You don\'t...have to ask me.” He said finally, but then thought again and nodded. “Please...will you?” He asked. It was such a simple gesture, such simple contact yet he found that he wanted it....he wanted Felix to touch him.

Felix\'s lip split into a slow grin and moved forward a bit, turning to lay his head in the boy\'s lap - his heart racing as his blood began to boil. He put one hand on the boy\'s knee, the other on the ground to support himself... He\'d wanted to do so many things - but now he could not think of any of them... the only thing he wanted right then…
He tilted his head a bit and kissed the inside of Noah\'s thigh through his pants, his fingers digging into the carpet in desperation. He might not have to prolong it as he thought he would have - but he would not ravage the boy. No - not Noah.. one of the others yes, they were not pure and worthy like Noah.. He could ravage them until they bled... but not Noah.

He lifted his hand from the carpet and wrapped his fingers around the boy\'s left calf, his other hand still on Noah\'s right knee as he kissed the boy\'s thigh once more - a little higher this time.

Noah let out a small noise, like a gasp and a whine together as he squirmed where he sat. He felt Felix\'s lips through his rather thin pj\'s and it made him tingle all over. He gripped the arm rests tightly with both fists and felt his face flush a little as he began to feel very warm despite the fact that he wore no shirt.

His hair fell over his eyes as he looked down at Felix. The loving contact of the other man\'s head in his lap felt good, but something in the way he kissed him made him feel strange inside, like when his stomach flipped going to high on the swings.

Felix paused slightly as he felt Noah squirm, and he turned his head to deliver a soft kiss directly to the boy\'s crotch through his pajama pants, letting out a light hum as he did so. He turned his body until he was facing the boy, instead of sideways in front of him, and he moved his left hand up to Noah\'s knees, now holding them gently. He kissed the boy\'s crotch again, pushing lightly on his knees to see how much the boy resisted to opening his legs - to see how far the boy would permit them to slide.

Noah made the same noise only louder this time and he stiffened as Felix touched his privates with a kiss. He almost pulled away and asked Felix what he was doing, but instead, remained where he was, frozen in place. He was dimly aware of Felix\'s body shifting on the ground to kneel in front of him. He felt the kiss again and was acutely aware of his body, pulsing and tingling. He felt the fabric of his pajama pants tight around his crotch and looked down.

His face quickly flushed and he looked away, flooded with embarrassment for a moment. His penis pushed almost painfully against his underwear and made his pants bulge slightly. He tried to hold his knees together, still embarassed. Unaware that his arousal was what the older man had wanted.

Felix made a small noise and slid his hands up Noah\'s legs, looking up at the boy.

“No, no..” He whispered in a sultry voice. “This is good, my king... this is why you are special.. do not feel ashamed.” He cooed, leaning down to kiss the boy\'s tiny erection, moaning a bit as he did so - his own erection rising to brush against the seam of his pants. “It feels good, doesn\'t it?” He said, brushing a finger lightly over Noah\'s erection. “Do you want it to feel better?”

Noah looked back over at Felix, still flushed, but a little more confident than before. This was good? He wasn\'t being bad? Whenever it had happened before, the nuns had told him he was bad and to stop immediately - but here, everything was different.
He nodded.

“Uh huh....it does feel good.” He said in a small, barely audible voice. To Felix\'s following question, he just bit his lip and nodded his head. He shivered as Felix touched him again.

Felix smiled, his own erection throbbing at just the mere thought of what he was about to do. He slowly reached up and looped his thumbs under the elastic hem of the pants too big for the boy. He slowly pulled them down, making sure to run his fingers over the boy\'s rear and thighs, his fingers nearly wrapping completely around them as he continued to slide the pants off the boy\'s ankles, and gently dropped them to the stairs beside him.

He drew his eyes carefully back over the boy, now nude, seated in his throne. Magnificent. Felix could hardly think straight - such a tiny little erection, almost matured.. Something about it just drove the man crazy. He moved forward and rested his head on Noah\'s thigh as he wrapped his hand carefully over his erection, just holding it for a moment. He knew that the boy had no previous experience and that because of that he would cum very quick - Felix did not want to make a mess on the throne. He rubbed his thumb gently over the boy\'s head and sighed.

Noah let Felix run his hands over him and pull his pants down over his hips and then off completely, underwear too. He felt exposed sitting on the high throne completely nude. He didn\'t have much time to contemplate it, however, as Felix turned back around and laid his head down again. His hand, long fingers touched his small penis, wrapped around it. Noah\'s eyes were wide, but he didn\'t move away. He shuddered and squirmed as Felix\'s thumb caressed his tip.

“Better?” Felix whispered hotly.

“Uh...uh huh.” Noah managed in a small voice.

Felix knew that he couldn\'t hold out much longer, and that just one more moment should send the boy over the edge. He slid his hands up to gently slide under the boy\'s thighs, as he lowered his head and sucked the boy\'s small penis into his mouth, running his tongue over the tip slowly as he did. He moved a finger on his right hand towards the boy\'s opening as he licked gently at his erection, and pressed against Noah\'s entrance softly, waiting for a reaction of some kind.

Noah let out a rather loud high-pitched, gasping shout as Felix brought his head down and took his penis into his mouth. He felt his fingers close to there as well, but his eyes were closed now, squeezed tightly shut. He arched his back, making him look even thinner than he was. His dark locks were tossed back as his head tilted up to face the ceiling.

He felt his whole body pulse harder now, a strange kind of pushing gathering through him and down into his privates. He felt the pressure build and build and he began to squirm more violently now as the pressure became almost painful. He let out a pitiful whine as the pressure pushed for some kind of escape.

Noah\'s whines and squirming were nearly enough to send Felix himself over the edge, but he managed to keep it in check and sucked gently on the boy\'s erection, trying to bring the boy to a gentle orgasm.

He pulled up slightly on the boy\'s thighs and slipped a finger slowly into the boy, holding it still until the boy could recover from the initial penetration.. afterall, he had to get used to it sooner or later.. Felix found it was easier if they were introduced to it just before orgasm.. it made the two feelings almost simultaneous.

Noah\'s eyes popped open as he was scooted forward and felt something inside him. He was about to shout out in pain, but the pressure chose that very moment to release and he hardly felt the penetration. He let out a shout and arched his back again with a small convulsion as he came into Felix\'s mouth, letting forth a small stream of liquid.

Felix stiffened for a moment, but a few seconds was all it took, and he smiled, moving away for a moment and wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. He wanted the boy to be dependant on him, and so he knew that by pulling away after the orgasm would leave the boy cold - which would make him uncomfortable.

The older man slid off the strap of his pants and unbuttoned his shirt, ripping two holes in the back of it and leaning forward, his erection brushing the tip of the throne and making him whine a little as well. He regained his composure and slid the shirt over Noah as gently as he could, urging the boy\'s wings into the holes with a surprising ease.

He let his head rest against the boy\'s chest as he reached down and unzipped his pants, tilting in a strange way for a moment as he pulled out his erection and reached back up for Noah. Scooping the boy up into his arms in an almost fatherly way he turned and sat down in the throne with his legs spread wide.

He turned Noah to face him with a strength he did not seem to have. He then centered the boy over his erection, holding him up shakily for a moment before slowly lowering him down onto his hardened penis.

He stiffened at the sudden tightness and his head smacked into the back of the throne, knocking his glasses askew and catching the tie in his hair. His hands tightened only slightly around the boy\'s thighs and he let out a stifled moan.

Noah looked at Felix strangely as he was pulled in to the man‘s lap, Felix’s glasses, there was a crack in one - and then, all thought ceased, there was only pain. Noah\'s eyes widened impossibly as he cried out.

“A-AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!” He felt on fire, like he was going to split in half! He struggled just to breath as he grabbed onto Felix\'s shoulders, holding them tight.

Felix moved his hands to wrap around Noah\'s waist and back, riding up between his wings as the older man rocked slightly, moaning a little.

“It-o-only h-h...oooh.. hu-hurts f-for a... l-littl...little.” He whimpered, beginning to shake as he tilted his head forward, freeing his long hair. He brushed his lips over Noah\'s neck and pushed up a little, finding a slow, rocking rythm against the cushion.

“R-re-relax.” He hissed softly.

Noah shook all over. He heard Felix\'s voice, but it took him a minute for what he\'d said to sink in. He tried desperately to relax, but it felt like he was being torn apart from the inside out. He tilted his head in, tears rolling down his cheeks now as he clung to Felix\'s chest. His wings were stiff, partially expanded out to the sides. They shook as well. Noah did not scream again, but let out pain-filled whining noises with every rock forward.

Felix splayed the fingers of his left hand so they brushed the start of Noah\'s wings, the soft and sensitive skin that suddenly shot into feathers. He tilted his head down and planted a few uncoordinated kisses to the top of Noah\'s head as he continued to rock then, suddenly and without a build-up or urgency, he came, his every muscle suddenly tensing against his will, and relaxing as he slowly stopped throbbing and fell limp.

He was still for a moment, until he narrowed his eyes and realized what had happened - it did that, every now and again... he hated it. He shifted Noah\'s weight, lifting the boy off of his penis and settling him against his chest with a small grunt. His cheeks were still flushed and his breathing rather ragged, but he did not feel as though he\'d orgasmed.

He sighed and reached up to run his fingers gently through Noah\'s hair.

“Se-see... not so bad.” He whispered, his voice hoarse as if he\'d been screaming, or crying. Glasses still askew and hair a royal mess, he tilted his head downward and reached up to tilt Noah to look up at him.

“I hurt you.” He said in a strange tone, as if suddenly realizing it. “Do you hate me?”

Noah let out another cry, cracking sharply. His whole body then seemed to collapse against Felix\'s chest, his body totally worn out.

His legs and lower body throbbed and he closed his eyes. He heard Felix\'s words but did not answer for another few minutes. He finally started breathing normally and looked up slowly at Felix.

He shook his head a little, but couldn\'t move it much against the other man\'s chest.

“N-no.” He said softly.

Felix smiled in a strange way - strange because it seemed such a normal smile, a normal, relieved smile. He tightened his grip over Noah in a loving way, then sighed and stood up, shaking a bit on his long limbs.

He made his way towards the bed in the corner, and shifted Noah a bit uncomfortably to pull down the blankets. He settled the boy down into the bed on his stomach, not sure how the boy wanted to sleep, since he figured his back might be uncomfortable.

“Would you.. like me to stay with you tonight?” He said, running a hand over the blankets on the bed that was easily big enough to fit both of them.

Noah let his body sink into the bed, smiling. The pain was beginning to subside and the mattress and sheets were soft under him and they felt surprisingly clean and fresh for this place where every other thing seemed to be falling apart. It seemed new amidst this decadent palace room.

He rubbed at one of his eyes, suddenly feeling exhausted He looked up at Felix and nodded quickly.

“Please? C-could you?” He asked. He looked around the room then, suddenly. He spotted a window and looked back over at the other man.

“Can you leave the window open too? So I can see the moon?”

Felix nodded and wavered his way over to the window after dropping his pants next to Noah\'s on the floor. He slid the window open and paused for a moment, looking outside in awe.

He turned and walked back towards Noah, the scars on his thin body now rather visible in the pale light. He smiled and flipped open the blankets, slowly sliding in next to Noah and stretching out on his back with a sigh.

He paused and reached up to finally remove his crooked glasses, setting them on the floor next to the bed.