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Tainted Wings
Warnings: Gay sex (of course), slight touching on religious/social issues, and a small rape scene.
~*~
It is dark. Not the soft, warm darkness that flows over the land once the last embers of the sunset cool and fade, but rather the kind of absolute blackness one might find within a silent storm—electrifyingly still, with deep bruises upon the clouds blacking out the blessings of the moon and the twinkles of the stars. It is the obscured shadows within the belly of a great underground cave; the chilling caresses of droplets from an underground reservoir sticking to the skin, touching the body’s heat and stealing it away piece by piece. Water that is not refreshing, but rather parasitic. Within such places it is hard to believe in light. Whether or not God exists, whether or not innocence exists, or grace, or faith, or love, or anything good and pure…the lines between reality and fiction blur, they fade into the deep and disappear. However, darkness doesn’t have to equal sinfulness, and light doesn’t have to symbolize purity—and love can be found within even the most unlikely of places.
***
He was a young angel—lower class. He had earned wings, but not a halo, and was still receiving schooling. Upon graduation, he would take up the training necessary to be a Guardian Angel, for he wanted to spend time on Earth helping others more than anything. Sometimes he would even descend to the human plane after class and follow individuals around, studying them and pretending to guide them. This was one such night. Out later than usual—the sun already dying into the West—the young angel was following an adolescent boy of about 14 or 15 human years of age. In fact, the boy had a surprising resemblance to the angel—or he would have had one, if the angel had been human. As an angel, he was much more flawless than the boy, and emitted a celestial light from his features (which seemed to be only a few short years older than the boy’s, though in reality the angel was hundreds of years old). The angel was curious—this boy was acting much differently than any other individual he had previously shadowed; he was varying between walking and sprinting, though continually looking nervously behind him. He ducked into a dark alleyway, and the angel stood contemplating for a moment—it was late, perhaps he should return to Heaven now instead of following the boy any longer. However, he heard a small shriek from the alleyway, and rushed to follow in the boy’s footsteps. What he found startled him—a large man, in his 30’s or 40’s, dark and reeking of alcohol, was pinning the boy to the cracked concrete beneath him. He was ripping the boy’s clothes off and pulling his own pants down roughly. Alarmed, the angel tried to help, pulling at the man’s clothing, trying to push him away from his young conquest, but all was in vain. His hands went through the man’s shoulders as he pushed and pulled—it was as if they were made of vapor. In despair, he recalled that he was not able to interfere in human affairs—at least not until he had earned his halo and Guardian Angel status. Slumping against the wall, he covered his face with his hands as tears of fury and grief welled up in his eyes. The man penetrated the child, ignoring the boy’s screams of anguish and pain. In his helplessness, the angel ran out into the street, looking around for someone that could help. Whether that was an angel of higher status or simply a person walking a dog, it didn’t matter—as long as someone noticed and tried to help, it would be enough. However, the streets were empty. He looked up, seeing into apartment windows and noticing many people—people eating dinner, people ironing laundry, people watching television. The angel frowned; these people were obviously within hearing range of the boy’s cries, but they didn’t help—they shut their windows, or turned the volume on their electronics up. Slumping back to his knees, the angel began to weep openly. Soon, he became aware of someone behind him, watching.
“It’s useless, crying over something like this. These people don’t care—pain, suffering, hatred…it’s all commonplace; as long as it’s not happening to them, they have no interest in helping.” The angel started, turning around quickly and ending up sitting abruptly on the ground as he caught sight of the man whom had spoken. He was beautiful—slightly taller than the angel, with pale skin compared to sun-bronzed gold, and long, rich auburn hair compared to the angel’s shorter platinum locks. Dark wings with subtle hints of a multitude of colors rested gracefully behind the man, the tints and shades creating an illusion of infinite depth. Perhaps more than anything else, these wings made a stark contrast to the angel’s own, which were pure white. The angel found himself staring in awe at the man; he had heard whispers about the unholy ones, the fallen angels, but had never before seen one. He found himself in awe of how beautiful, how handsome and intelligent the man before him looked. He had always imagined that the fallen angels would be miserable—ugly, tormented, and angry. That vision was far from the form that was casually leaning against the wall in front of him. The man frowned, staring straight back into the angel’s eyes with intensity. “So, are you going to stand and introduce yourself, or are you going to just sit there and gawk at me?” The angel stood up quickly, looking slightly sheepish.
“My name…my name is Azra. I’m a student angel of the Holy Kingdom.” The man smirked lightly, moving forward and shaking Azra’s hand.
“Nice to meet’cha. The name’s Kieran—I live on my own, owing myself to no one.” The firm handshake, full of warmth even though Kieran’s skin was cool, sent flutters of unknown emotion to Azra’s chest. Tears were still bright in the angel’s eyes, flowing unchecked as he looked in the direction of the screaming boy.
“Isn’t there anything we can do to help him?” His eyes pled with Kieran’s.
“No.” The dark angel’s gaze softened as he watched, moving to hold Azra’s wet cheek and wipe tears away with his thumb. “Don’t cry now; there is nothing that either one of us can do. It is up to the humans to form their own lives, good consequences and bad. We could weep for the folly of man, or we could realize it and try to improve the world in spite of it. The evil in the world—while it exists, it is better to improve oneself and become a beacon of goodness than it is to chase and unending quest to conquer evil. Inspire goodness, knowledge, kindness—and evil hearts and minds will vanquish themselves, along with ignorance and hatred.” Azra found himself unable to look away from Kieran’s eyes, and was compelled to move forward and cling to him. He hid his face, as his tears were refusing to stop. A strong arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, while two fingertips tilted his chin up. His eyes closed as Kieran kissed him; he was too shocked to pull away, but he also found that he did not want to. Kieran kissed him for a long time, and then pulled away, letting go and apologizing, though never looking away from Azra’s eyes. “I’m sorry—I know that your kind are forbidden from tasting the pleasures of the body, and it was unfair for me to play with your innocence. It was too hard for me to resist.” A small smirk played upon his lips, though his eyes were sincere. Azra trembled; he was feeling a confusing mixture of emotions. It was wrong to indulge in the pleasures of the flesh, but he desired it. He moved forward to cling to Kieran again, and upon feeling a hardness against his inner thigh he felt an unknown warmth spread throughout his center. He blushed profusely at the feeling, knowing that it was what was described as an erection—a pleasure of the flesh that he had never before been allowed. But he was not in Heaven now. Hearing a soft chuckle, Azra looked up—Kieran had obviously noticed the change between his legs, and was now grinning openly and moving his thigh to press between Azra’s. The dark angel held Azra to himself tightly, his warm breath tickling the angel’s ear as he whispered, “Perhaps you aren’t as pure as I thought you were.”
There was a park a few streets over, and the two angels moved into it, unseen by all. A large willow tree stood in the center of it, its weeping branches providing a sense of privacy and seclusion as Kieran laid Azra on the soft soil between its roots. Unblemished golden skin became more and more unveiled as Kieran quickly undid Azra’s robe, separating the layers lavishly as if unwrapping an ornate gift. With eyes moving slowly down the naked angel’s body and resting below his navel, Kieran lowered himself, embracing his partner. Azra’s fingers trembled as he tried to undo the ties of his partner’s robe before Kieran sat up, placing a finger upon Azra’s lips to silence him and calmly undressing himself. “Trust me—this is your first time, so I’ll go easy on you.” Azra nodded and then closed his eyes, too embarrassed to watch and also secretly wishing to heighten his other senses; now that he was in this situation, he wanted to get the most out of it. Straddling the angel’s waist, Kieran moved to nip and kiss across Azra’s neck, lightly marking up his pale collarbone. His hands slid slowly downwards, first exploring hard nipples, then a taunt stomach and shivering hips, and finally up and down along a hard length. Azra gasped at this touch, arms wrapping around Kieran’s neck and fingernails scraping gently at the top of his spine. Kieran smirked. “Mm…innocence is beautiful, but the breaking of it is even more intoxicating.” His fingertips continued to tease at the angel’s hard cock, his hand wrapping around it and pumping slowly up and down. He used his free hand to first push Azra’s legs apart, repositioning himself as well, and then licking his first two fingers, moistening them enough to slide easily and quickly into Azra’s entrance. Crying out as he felt Kieran’s fingertips inside of him, Azra forced his body to relax, shivering and squirming gently as he whined for more. “Mm, hearing such a beautiful creature beg for me feels nice,” Kieran purred close to the angel’s ear, “I want to hear more…” With that, he bit down hard under Azra’s jaw, letting go of the his erect length and digging fingernails into his hip. The angel shuddered beneath him, a soft mewl escaping his lips as he felt a small welling of blood trickle down to the back of his neck from the bite mark. Kieran growled in the back of his throat as he moved to clean the wound, lightly running the fingertips of his free hand along Azra’s hip and inner thigh. His other hand was still concerned with relaxing and stretching the angel’s entrance. After the cut was no longer bleeding and he had licked away the blood that had been spilt, Kieran sat up, looking at Azra with hungry eyes. “You’re mine now.” Azra shivered, staring right back as his body squirmed with need.
“Then make me yours.” Kieran grinned wolfishly, kissing Azra roughly as he scissored his fingers, drawing a low moan from the angel as he finished preparing him for the next step. Withdrawing his fingers and spitting into his palm to lubricate himself, Kieran pushed Azra’s thighs further apart, his own erection hot with anticipation. Looking steadily into Azra’s eyes, he positioned himself, and whispered:
“Hold onto me,” before pushing in, sliding right up to the hilt. Azra cried out at the sensation, clinging tightly to his lover, and the pair stayed still until the waves of pain subsided. “May I move now? Once I start…I won’t be able to hold myself back.” Kieran grunted, breathing unsteadily because of the tight, hot body that was gripping him. Azra nodded, unable to speak. The dark angel reached for his hand, pinning it down and lacing their fingertips tightly together. He began to move, hips thrusting slowly at first but quickening gradually as Azra’s gasps of pain transformed into moans of pleasure and desire. Kieran’s hand ran down his abdomen, fingers wrapping around the slick length and pumping it in time with his thrusts. The pleasure seemed to go on for hours, blanketing all other senses as it took control. Azra’s body tightened around Kieran as he came, screaming and sending the dark angel over the edge. He came inside of the angel, filling him, and then they both collapsed, sweaty and out of breath and exhausted. The last sensation that Azra felt was that of being warm and comfortable, falling asleep in the arms of someone whom loved him.
When he woke up, Azra was alone. He was fully clothed, and might have thought that the experiences of the previous night had been naught but dreams were it not for a healing scab on his neck. Blushing and realizing that he was late for class, he rushed back to Heaven without another thought. The next few weeks were anguish for Azra, as everyone he came across knew what he had done as soon as he came near them—his aura had changed, and he wasn’t pure any longer. The authorities had yet to notice, but once they did he would more than likely be exiled from Heaven because of his sins. Thus, he spent much of his free time down on Earth, sitting under the willow tree and thinking to himself. Finally, after waiting in vain for nearly a month, he woke from a meditative trance to find Kieran standing over him, watching him from among the curtain of leaves. They watched each other in momentary silence before the dark angel spoke.
“I’m sorry for what I have done to you…they’ve kicked you out, haven’t they?”
“No…not yet, but it’s only a matter of time before they do.”
“I caused you to fall from grace.” Silence. “It happened to me, too…a long time ago. I’ll leave you now—I’ve caused you enough trouble.” He stepped away from the tree. Azra looked up.
“Wait!” Kieran looked back.
“Is something wrong?”
“Where do I go…when I cannot be in Heaven anymore? Where do I belong then?”
“I cannot answer that. You will have to find your own way once you are banished…I cannot tell you what is right for you.”
“Then,” Azra hesitated, “May I stay with you?” Kieran stopped, a surprised look gracing his features.
“With me? Why would you want to do that? I’m nothing special—just another sinner.”
“I don’t care what you are. I don’t know what’s real anymore, what’s good and what’s bad, what I should or shouldn’t do…all I know is that during that short time I was with you, it was the most real, the most alive and passionate that I had ever felt. The most wanted, needed, and cared for that I had ever been. The most love that I had ever experienced.” He stood up, placing a hesitant hand on Kieran’s arm. “I want to be with you.”
“…Okay.” They embraced, clinging to each other in their passion.
Azra never again returned to Heaven.
***
It was dark. Not that Azra minded—his eyes were beginning to adjust so that even the deepest nighttimes seemed to be as bright as the daytime. Being away from Heaven for so long meant that his body had begun to change—his golden skin was paling, what with him no longer being exposed to the sun. His platinum hair was darkening, and his wings…his wings had been changing daily, color to color, and he could only guess that someday they would be as dark and subtle as Kieran’s. He lay floating by the edge of an underground lake, the water droplets gracing his body not nearly as chilling as they would have seemed to be. He liked his new home, living together with Kieran. There were a few things that still troubled him; his faith was shaken, and with many things he did not know what to believe. He had yet to witness and experience even more things for himself before knowing if he should even think about them at all. But for Azra, that was fine. He had the rest of time itself to figure himself out. For now, he was simply content to have time with the one he loved. Kieran reached out for Azra’s hand, and they held onto each other, floating side by side in the lake. For now, it was enough to simply be in love.
~*~
Owari
So hold me forever
Let’s stay together,
Never let me go
So hold me forever
I’m lost without you
Won’t you take me home?
~*~
It is dark. Not the soft, warm darkness that flows over the land once the last embers of the sunset cool and fade, but rather the kind of absolute blackness one might find within a silent storm—electrifyingly still, with deep bruises upon the clouds blacking out the blessings of the moon and the twinkles of the stars. It is the obscured shadows within the belly of a great underground cave; the chilling caresses of droplets from an underground reservoir sticking to the skin, touching the body’s heat and stealing it away piece by piece. Water that is not refreshing, but rather parasitic. Within such places it is hard to believe in light. Whether or not God exists, whether or not innocence exists, or grace, or faith, or love, or anything good and pure…the lines between reality and fiction blur, they fade into the deep and disappear. However, darkness doesn’t have to equal sinfulness, and light doesn’t have to symbolize purity—and love can be found within even the most unlikely of places.
***
He was a young angel—lower class. He had earned wings, but not a halo, and was still receiving schooling. Upon graduation, he would take up the training necessary to be a Guardian Angel, for he wanted to spend time on Earth helping others more than anything. Sometimes he would even descend to the human plane after class and follow individuals around, studying them and pretending to guide them. This was one such night. Out later than usual—the sun already dying into the West—the young angel was following an adolescent boy of about 14 or 15 human years of age. In fact, the boy had a surprising resemblance to the angel—or he would have had one, if the angel had been human. As an angel, he was much more flawless than the boy, and emitted a celestial light from his features (which seemed to be only a few short years older than the boy’s, though in reality the angel was hundreds of years old). The angel was curious—this boy was acting much differently than any other individual he had previously shadowed; he was varying between walking and sprinting, though continually looking nervously behind him. He ducked into a dark alleyway, and the angel stood contemplating for a moment—it was late, perhaps he should return to Heaven now instead of following the boy any longer. However, he heard a small shriek from the alleyway, and rushed to follow in the boy’s footsteps. What he found startled him—a large man, in his 30’s or 40’s, dark and reeking of alcohol, was pinning the boy to the cracked concrete beneath him. He was ripping the boy’s clothes off and pulling his own pants down roughly. Alarmed, the angel tried to help, pulling at the man’s clothing, trying to push him away from his young conquest, but all was in vain. His hands went through the man’s shoulders as he pushed and pulled—it was as if they were made of vapor. In despair, he recalled that he was not able to interfere in human affairs—at least not until he had earned his halo and Guardian Angel status. Slumping against the wall, he covered his face with his hands as tears of fury and grief welled up in his eyes. The man penetrated the child, ignoring the boy’s screams of anguish and pain. In his helplessness, the angel ran out into the street, looking around for someone that could help. Whether that was an angel of higher status or simply a person walking a dog, it didn’t matter—as long as someone noticed and tried to help, it would be enough. However, the streets were empty. He looked up, seeing into apartment windows and noticing many people—people eating dinner, people ironing laundry, people watching television. The angel frowned; these people were obviously within hearing range of the boy’s cries, but they didn’t help—they shut their windows, or turned the volume on their electronics up. Slumping back to his knees, the angel began to weep openly. Soon, he became aware of someone behind him, watching.
“It’s useless, crying over something like this. These people don’t care—pain, suffering, hatred…it’s all commonplace; as long as it’s not happening to them, they have no interest in helping.” The angel started, turning around quickly and ending up sitting abruptly on the ground as he caught sight of the man whom had spoken. He was beautiful—slightly taller than the angel, with pale skin compared to sun-bronzed gold, and long, rich auburn hair compared to the angel’s shorter platinum locks. Dark wings with subtle hints of a multitude of colors rested gracefully behind the man, the tints and shades creating an illusion of infinite depth. Perhaps more than anything else, these wings made a stark contrast to the angel’s own, which were pure white. The angel found himself staring in awe at the man; he had heard whispers about the unholy ones, the fallen angels, but had never before seen one. He found himself in awe of how beautiful, how handsome and intelligent the man before him looked. He had always imagined that the fallen angels would be miserable—ugly, tormented, and angry. That vision was far from the form that was casually leaning against the wall in front of him. The man frowned, staring straight back into the angel’s eyes with intensity. “So, are you going to stand and introduce yourself, or are you going to just sit there and gawk at me?” The angel stood up quickly, looking slightly sheepish.
“My name…my name is Azra. I’m a student angel of the Holy Kingdom.” The man smirked lightly, moving forward and shaking Azra’s hand.
“Nice to meet’cha. The name’s Kieran—I live on my own, owing myself to no one.” The firm handshake, full of warmth even though Kieran’s skin was cool, sent flutters of unknown emotion to Azra’s chest. Tears were still bright in the angel’s eyes, flowing unchecked as he looked in the direction of the screaming boy.
“Isn’t there anything we can do to help him?” His eyes pled with Kieran’s.
“No.” The dark angel’s gaze softened as he watched, moving to hold Azra’s wet cheek and wipe tears away with his thumb. “Don’t cry now; there is nothing that either one of us can do. It is up to the humans to form their own lives, good consequences and bad. We could weep for the folly of man, or we could realize it and try to improve the world in spite of it. The evil in the world—while it exists, it is better to improve oneself and become a beacon of goodness than it is to chase and unending quest to conquer evil. Inspire goodness, knowledge, kindness—and evil hearts and minds will vanquish themselves, along with ignorance and hatred.” Azra found himself unable to look away from Kieran’s eyes, and was compelled to move forward and cling to him. He hid his face, as his tears were refusing to stop. A strong arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, while two fingertips tilted his chin up. His eyes closed as Kieran kissed him; he was too shocked to pull away, but he also found that he did not want to. Kieran kissed him for a long time, and then pulled away, letting go and apologizing, though never looking away from Azra’s eyes. “I’m sorry—I know that your kind are forbidden from tasting the pleasures of the body, and it was unfair for me to play with your innocence. It was too hard for me to resist.” A small smirk played upon his lips, though his eyes were sincere. Azra trembled; he was feeling a confusing mixture of emotions. It was wrong to indulge in the pleasures of the flesh, but he desired it. He moved forward to cling to Kieran again, and upon feeling a hardness against his inner thigh he felt an unknown warmth spread throughout his center. He blushed profusely at the feeling, knowing that it was what was described as an erection—a pleasure of the flesh that he had never before been allowed. But he was not in Heaven now. Hearing a soft chuckle, Azra looked up—Kieran had obviously noticed the change between his legs, and was now grinning openly and moving his thigh to press between Azra’s. The dark angel held Azra to himself tightly, his warm breath tickling the angel’s ear as he whispered, “Perhaps you aren’t as pure as I thought you were.”
There was a park a few streets over, and the two angels moved into it, unseen by all. A large willow tree stood in the center of it, its weeping branches providing a sense of privacy and seclusion as Kieran laid Azra on the soft soil between its roots. Unblemished golden skin became more and more unveiled as Kieran quickly undid Azra’s robe, separating the layers lavishly as if unwrapping an ornate gift. With eyes moving slowly down the naked angel’s body and resting below his navel, Kieran lowered himself, embracing his partner. Azra’s fingers trembled as he tried to undo the ties of his partner’s robe before Kieran sat up, placing a finger upon Azra’s lips to silence him and calmly undressing himself. “Trust me—this is your first time, so I’ll go easy on you.” Azra nodded and then closed his eyes, too embarrassed to watch and also secretly wishing to heighten his other senses; now that he was in this situation, he wanted to get the most out of it. Straddling the angel’s waist, Kieran moved to nip and kiss across Azra’s neck, lightly marking up his pale collarbone. His hands slid slowly downwards, first exploring hard nipples, then a taunt stomach and shivering hips, and finally up and down along a hard length. Azra gasped at this touch, arms wrapping around Kieran’s neck and fingernails scraping gently at the top of his spine. Kieran smirked. “Mm…innocence is beautiful, but the breaking of it is even more intoxicating.” His fingertips continued to tease at the angel’s hard cock, his hand wrapping around it and pumping slowly up and down. He used his free hand to first push Azra’s legs apart, repositioning himself as well, and then licking his first two fingers, moistening them enough to slide easily and quickly into Azra’s entrance. Crying out as he felt Kieran’s fingertips inside of him, Azra forced his body to relax, shivering and squirming gently as he whined for more. “Mm, hearing such a beautiful creature beg for me feels nice,” Kieran purred close to the angel’s ear, “I want to hear more…” With that, he bit down hard under Azra’s jaw, letting go of the his erect length and digging fingernails into his hip. The angel shuddered beneath him, a soft mewl escaping his lips as he felt a small welling of blood trickle down to the back of his neck from the bite mark. Kieran growled in the back of his throat as he moved to clean the wound, lightly running the fingertips of his free hand along Azra’s hip and inner thigh. His other hand was still concerned with relaxing and stretching the angel’s entrance. After the cut was no longer bleeding and he had licked away the blood that had been spilt, Kieran sat up, looking at Azra with hungry eyes. “You’re mine now.” Azra shivered, staring right back as his body squirmed with need.
“Then make me yours.” Kieran grinned wolfishly, kissing Azra roughly as he scissored his fingers, drawing a low moan from the angel as he finished preparing him for the next step. Withdrawing his fingers and spitting into his palm to lubricate himself, Kieran pushed Azra’s thighs further apart, his own erection hot with anticipation. Looking steadily into Azra’s eyes, he positioned himself, and whispered:
“Hold onto me,” before pushing in, sliding right up to the hilt. Azra cried out at the sensation, clinging tightly to his lover, and the pair stayed still until the waves of pain subsided. “May I move now? Once I start…I won’t be able to hold myself back.” Kieran grunted, breathing unsteadily because of the tight, hot body that was gripping him. Azra nodded, unable to speak. The dark angel reached for his hand, pinning it down and lacing their fingertips tightly together. He began to move, hips thrusting slowly at first but quickening gradually as Azra’s gasps of pain transformed into moans of pleasure and desire. Kieran’s hand ran down his abdomen, fingers wrapping around the slick length and pumping it in time with his thrusts. The pleasure seemed to go on for hours, blanketing all other senses as it took control. Azra’s body tightened around Kieran as he came, screaming and sending the dark angel over the edge. He came inside of the angel, filling him, and then they both collapsed, sweaty and out of breath and exhausted. The last sensation that Azra felt was that of being warm and comfortable, falling asleep in the arms of someone whom loved him.
When he woke up, Azra was alone. He was fully clothed, and might have thought that the experiences of the previous night had been naught but dreams were it not for a healing scab on his neck. Blushing and realizing that he was late for class, he rushed back to Heaven without another thought. The next few weeks were anguish for Azra, as everyone he came across knew what he had done as soon as he came near them—his aura had changed, and he wasn’t pure any longer. The authorities had yet to notice, but once they did he would more than likely be exiled from Heaven because of his sins. Thus, he spent much of his free time down on Earth, sitting under the willow tree and thinking to himself. Finally, after waiting in vain for nearly a month, he woke from a meditative trance to find Kieran standing over him, watching him from among the curtain of leaves. They watched each other in momentary silence before the dark angel spoke.
“I’m sorry for what I have done to you…they’ve kicked you out, haven’t they?”
“No…not yet, but it’s only a matter of time before they do.”
“I caused you to fall from grace.” Silence. “It happened to me, too…a long time ago. I’ll leave you now—I’ve caused you enough trouble.” He stepped away from the tree. Azra looked up.
“Wait!” Kieran looked back.
“Is something wrong?”
“Where do I go…when I cannot be in Heaven anymore? Where do I belong then?”
“I cannot answer that. You will have to find your own way once you are banished…I cannot tell you what is right for you.”
“Then,” Azra hesitated, “May I stay with you?” Kieran stopped, a surprised look gracing his features.
“With me? Why would you want to do that? I’m nothing special—just another sinner.”
“I don’t care what you are. I don’t know what’s real anymore, what’s good and what’s bad, what I should or shouldn’t do…all I know is that during that short time I was with you, it was the most real, the most alive and passionate that I had ever felt. The most wanted, needed, and cared for that I had ever been. The most love that I had ever experienced.” He stood up, placing a hesitant hand on Kieran’s arm. “I want to be with you.”
“…Okay.” They embraced, clinging to each other in their passion.
Azra never again returned to Heaven.
***
It was dark. Not that Azra minded—his eyes were beginning to adjust so that even the deepest nighttimes seemed to be as bright as the daytime. Being away from Heaven for so long meant that his body had begun to change—his golden skin was paling, what with him no longer being exposed to the sun. His platinum hair was darkening, and his wings…his wings had been changing daily, color to color, and he could only guess that someday they would be as dark and subtle as Kieran’s. He lay floating by the edge of an underground lake, the water droplets gracing his body not nearly as chilling as they would have seemed to be. He liked his new home, living together with Kieran. There were a few things that still troubled him; his faith was shaken, and with many things he did not know what to believe. He had yet to witness and experience even more things for himself before knowing if he should even think about them at all. But for Azra, that was fine. He had the rest of time itself to figure himself out. For now, he was simply content to have time with the one he loved. Kieran reached out for Azra’s hand, and they held onto each other, floating side by side in the lake. For now, it was enough to simply be in love.
~*~
Owari
So hold me forever
Let’s stay together,
Never let me go
So hold me forever
I’m lost without you
Won’t you take me home?