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On the last day, Angel doesn’t want to leave his bed. Aki doesn’t make him.
Has Aki ever made him do anything? Live, maybe.
Angel wakes him early but he normally does. Sleep is a waste of time. Wakes him to a dim room and a hot mouth. Dry lips brushing the cotton covered angles of his shoulders, his back, hands wrapping Aki’s sides… What he can reach of him where they lay. It takes Aki pulling at his wrists to loosen him enough to roll and meet him and when they’re face to face Angel ducks lower and presses his mouth to the swell of his chest, warmest where his heart beats under layer of muscle and bone. Layers. Always layers with them.
Aki is cool compared to him. Smoke on the exhale, gone but not forgotten. Angel will take second hand. Angel will take all of him he can get.
Anything but skin. Now, more than ever, every second is precious.
“You barely slept.” Aki tells him, voice heavy. Devils don’t really need sleep or at least, Angel doesn’t. He should drink water. Angel won’t let him go for a second. The kitchen is far away and Angel is right here. Angel wants to always be right here.
His hands are gloved already and Aki groans when thin silk brushes the fine hairs under his belly. Drags his shirt up to feel him. Skin to silk to skin and Aki watches him with dark eyes made darker by the gloom. Parts his mouth when Angel squeezes and Angel shouldn’t but it's the last day and when he opens his mouth, Angel can see so deeply into him… Aki never lets him past the surface.
Silk on his tongue, two fingers. Further. Aki gags but doesn’t protest.
Aki used to protest but today Angel knows he won’t protest anything… maybe skin. He’s as jealous of their time together as Angel is, even knowing it to be finite from the start. Aki acts smarter but the fact that he is here, now, wrapped around the devil in his bed tells Angel that Aki is just as stupid as him.
When Angel takes his fingers back, the silk is slick, spit and something thicker, mucus from his throat. Angel traces rings around his nipple with it. Aki shudders.
Angel purses his lips to blow.
Aki shakes.
They’ve been fucking a lot lately.
Angel doesn’t know what else to do. What’s worth it? What is as important in this world as them. Angel watches the wet shine fade from around the pale coffee color of his nipple, skin tight from the attention. Antique wood and a coffee stain. Angel wants to sink teeth into him. Wants to destroy his veneer.
He doesn’t dare. One day. One day.
Sometimes Angel thinks the cruelest thing Aki could have made him do was live.
“Let me touch you too.” Aki murmurs and Angel pauses and moves to allow him access. Rolls his shoulders back and cocks a hip despite the way the mattress dips to cocoon them in each other. Parting to meet- Aki doesn’t have gloves on, so his hands snag on the softest parts of Angel. The jut of his hip, the swell of a tit- there isn’t much soft to him. To either of them. Angel would take pride in it but he doesn’t have the time. Meeting to part- Angel tugging at him to drag his hand lower.
Aki breathes, slow and even, rolling his clit under layers. Soft- too much pressure and the friction between them rubs.
Aki hates to rub him wrong. He doesn’t want to fight. Fights are infinite and Angel in his bed is a brief perfect respite, the light of his halo the only glow in the dark of their room. Is it morning? Is it night?
Who cares.
Angel’s eyes devour him where his mouth does not. Unrecognizable from the limp thing he wrapped arms around and pulled from death all those days ago. Just days- you need more than two months to count many months. More than eight weeks to count weeks in the plural.
All those days ago, Aki had wrapped arms around him like he does now, but Angel doesn’t fight him now how he did then. Angel’s back curves like a bow under his hands, his whole body flexing toward Aki. Shot in the dark but Aki’s good at working blind. He can’t be inside of him like this but Angel grinds into him like he wants it anyway. Aki can feel the heat and give of him, wet wings parting under film. Two fingers held against his opening, just cotton between them so Aki can feel the way he clenches when Aki says his name.
“Angel.”
“God.” Angel groans and Aki slides fingers higher and they have all day, he shouldn’t but he does. The friction can feel good when it hurts a little. Parting to meet, Aki’s fingers parting to let the pearl of his clit between, hood pushed back by the fabric of his (Aki’s, thief) boxers. Grind and grind and grind and Angel’s nails bite at his back. Aching through the layers between them.
They have all day but Angel comes quick. Like dawn. Like night. Like dawn again when his eyes open. Legs tensing and then relaxing. Careful not to brush Aki’s bare wrist with the soft curve of his inner thigh, even lost and falling.
How does Aki know he’s soft if he’s never touched him?
He knows.
“Good?” Aki asks and Angel nods. “Want to go again?”
Angel hesitates.
Nods.
Aki rolls over him. Waves crashing, silent. Angel beneath him and his halo looks neon against the white of Aki’s pillow, his hair embers banked in the shadow. Aki thinks of leaning down and finally pressing their mouths together. It would be perfect, he thinks, dying on a kiss.
How does Aki know it would be perfect?
“Come on.” Angel says, impatient.
(He knows.)
Slots a leg between Angel’s, safe in the worn flannel of his pajama pants. A compromise of pieces. When they touch and where. The places they meet without meeting so they can part again. Aki wants to touch him. Aki wants to touch him more than he knew he could want something. His whole life spent wanting only to find what he needed so he could want it up close.
“Please.” Angel says, but he means hurry. He knows one will work better than the other and is rewarded when Aki drops his head and sucks a nipple into his mouth, spit souring the cotton. Sucks until he squirms and then uses his teeth and Angel parts for him (soft) and rides his thigh (hard). He can’t quite come like this normally, which is why Aki picked it… they’ve been fucking a lot lately. He understands.
Aki wants every bit of him he can get too. What’s better than them, just a breath apart. Angel’s mouth washed coral in the pale white light. Aki wants to press his tongue into the shadowed part of his lips and meet him in the middle. Slips a thumb between them instead and it takes longer (the build up) and hits harder (the climax).
Aki holds him close while he shudders. Aftershocks. Presses his face to the wave of hair across his pillow. He smells like Angel, smells like him. Blended together, never touching. Emulsion. Aki wants to spill all over him. Breathes deep.
“Again?” He asks instead and Angel bites him. Blunt teeth, blunted further by cotton. Dull spreading pain in his upper arm, dangerously close to the hem of his sleeve. Dangerous for who? Aki would die for him right now. It would be a relief. Final blessing from his Angel. “Angel!”
“Again.” Angel says, fierce, his voice weak from the last two.
Aki sinks lower. His fault, Angel’s sure. Devils aren’t acquainted with heaven, no matter the name. As soon as Aki met him, he had nowhere to go but down. Buries his face in cotton and Angel parts his legs wide and then wider. Dangerous… Aki’s hair, left down to hang around his ears brushing Angel’s thighs as he treats his clit like he did his nipple. The way he treats Angel’s heart, worrying it between lips and teeth like a dog. Sharp love, roughly felt.
The build takes longer. Angel’s body craves something inside of it. His clit is sore no matter how Aki wets his front. He wants it though, even if it stings, even if it's work. Fists a hand in Aki’s hair and Aki groans into the wet patch and Angel is close, close but not quite. Shivers and shakes and tenses and tenses, that bright bliss just out of reach.
Aki pulls away. Angel hates him.
“It’s okay.” Aki says. “Just give yourself a second.”
Angel loves him. They don’t have even a single second to spare.
“Shut up.” He says and Aki listens to him. Moves his head back between Angel’s legs and Angel doesn’t want to close his eyes. Wants to look at him even in the dark and the gloom but it’s finally building under his skin again. One more, just one more and then Aki’s turn and then breakfast and then… and then maybe they’ll fuck again, Angel thinks hysterically. They’ve been fucking so much his cunt is sore and raw and Aki is in him more than out of him and that’s how Angel wants it.
Aki pauses. Angel pauses with him, heart racing, that edge receding.
A long pause.
“Aki?”
His heart pounding and pounding and pounding, fists on a wall, pounding until they break and bleed.
“Aki? Aki, please, fuck no god, Aki, no. No, we had a whole day, Aki, Akiakiaki, nononononono. .. Please, god, please…”
Emulsion broken, Angel clutches him carelessly and prays. Aki doesn’t move.
God doesn’t listen to devils even when they beg.