[M] Wingless Angel (1/1)

I had angered the Lord. I had angered Him so bad He had thrown me out of Heaven, hoping I’d learn something if I stayed on Earth long enough. Without my wings, I felt lost. Lost, damned, exiled. Hated. I, Jungsu, started hating myself. I didn’t want to exist anymore. I had no reason to exist. I couldn’t serve Him anymore. I had no reason to be there. I was about to just go somewhere and let myself stop existing there, when you appeared. You, my love, my other half. My adorable angel-voice Yesung. Before he had thrown me out, I remember His words. “I hope you will learn. Learn not to be so pessimistic. Angels should help humans, and for that to be, they have to believe. In life, in themselves, in the fact that your other half does exist. There is always someone for you in the world. In every world. You simply have to find him or her.” ***************************** I remember too well that day. I was hidden in a dark street, dirty, lost, depressed. The Lord was wrong. My wings were not there anymore, replaced by two large bloody marks like they had been cut off. My eyes were empty and filled with my will to stop existing at the same time. The Lord was wrong. There was nobody here but me, nobody to even notice I was there, nobody to care about me, and I knew it. I had been thrown out of Heaven for that… for something I knew was right. “Um, are you okay?” a deep voice asked softly. I didn’t move. I didn’t believe. A beautiful face suddenly appeared in front of me. A beautiful, feline, perfect face with dark, worried eyes. Handsome. Black hair that looked so fluffy, a cute shy smile, small hands. Muscles. A lot of them. And those eyes that kept staring at me, and this voice that kept on calling out to me softly. That beautiful voice… “Hey…” Leave me alone… let me disappear without anyone caring… “Come with me. I’ll help you out of he… WOH. What happened to you?!” He had seen the blood on the back of my shirt. The blood that wouldn’t stop flowing, just because I was an angel and couldn’t die from blood loss. The blood from the huge wounds on my back where my wings used to be. “Come! Don’t be stupid, we have to treat those wounds! You’ll die if…” “I… won’t die.” He was sincerely worried, but he had no need to. I was just a worthless angel after all… “Then okay, you won’t die, but it’s still horrible!” Wait… he… he had believed me? His small hand caught mine and made me get up. Once I was up, he considered the situation for a second before he took me in his arms and lifted me, making me shiver when I felt all of his muscles around me. His hot breath touched my ear when he whispered a few words: “I’ll take care of you.” He brought me to his house, not far from there, and put me down softly on his bed before he touched my forehead softly. “You’re a bit hot…” A smirk appeared on his kissable lips. “Actually, not just a bit. But that’s not the point here. C’mon, take that shirt off, we’ll take care of your wounds.” His fingers grazed my skin when he helped me out of my shirt before he bandaged my torso. I closed my eyes and let him take care of me, shivering when his fingers would softly trace the line of a muscle, sighing when I felt just how comforting his touch was. I didn’t know him. He didn’t know me. Why was he even doing this… “Hey.” And his deep voice. Why did it sound so perfect? “Hmm?” “I’m Jongwoon.” Not Jongwoon. Not… “No. You’re Yesung.” He stayed silent for a second before he chuckled and smiled shyly. “Oh? Okay. I’ll be Yesung only for you then.” “Yeah.” He stayed silent and sat next to me on the bed before his eyes caught mine. I stayed silent, unable to speak. I didn’t need to. How could a mere human being understand the pain of a fallen angel anyway? He whispered softly, his eyes not leaving mine: “I do not know who you are. I do not know why you have those wounds. I will not ask anything unless you want to tell me. What I know is that you’re special.” I couldn’t help the poor chuckle. Special, me… I sighed. “I’m not.” “You are. Since you won’t tell me your name, to me, you’ll be Leeteuk, okay?” Leeteuk… I sighed again. “I’m not worthy of this name.” “What are you saying, of course you are.” His shy smile made my heart throb heavily, almost painfully. He was so handsome… I suddenly noticed he was slightly closer than before. Just enough so I would understand what he wanted to do. His eyes were telling me everything about it. About his intentions, about his heart, about his soul. About how special I was to him though we had just met. I couldn’t help but close my eyes and let his lips touch mine in a delicate, shy, soft, sweet kiss. My Lord, I knew you were merciful to your servants. I knew you wouldn’t have left me here without a reason. I angered you, and yet… “There is always someone for you in the world. In every world. You simply have to find him or her.” I didn’t mind my lost wings anymore. The pain in my back had disappeared, only replaced by powerful feelings in my heart. I moaned softly when his lips left mine to play on my throat as his hands were undressing me completely. Why was this happening? I didn’t know. I didn’t know, but I knew it was right. It felt right. His body rubbing against mine, his muscles surrounding me, his voice in my ear, his dark eyes looking at me like I was the only one, with him, in the world. We were the only ones in our world. I helped him out of his clothes, kissing him hungrily, feeling his cock getting harder and harder against my body. I wanted this inside me so bad. I wanted him to fill me and pound inside me until I would scream out loud in pleasure, until I didn’t have a voice anymore, until I wouldn’t know any word but his name. The name he had, only for me. “Ah, Yesung!” That’s right. This name. “Yesung…” He got on top of me and kissed me softly. “How’s your back?” he asked me in a worried voice. “Ah, fine… thanks to you…” He purred. “Oh. Well, it was nothing… I mean…” He kissed me. “Let’s talk later.” I agreed and his tongue found its way into my mouth to tenderly fight its cousin. I closed my eyes and moaned in the kiss as his hand grabbed my cock and started stroking. I was already hard enough, but this… “Ah, ah, Yesung!” Small hand, but very skilled. I moaned again when his other hand found its way to my entrance, and little fingers entered my body slowly, making me gasp. It hurt a bit… “Ah… Yesung…” His mouth found mine again. “Does it hurt?” he whispered in the kiss. “A… a bit…” “We’ll take it nice and slow.” He kept his promise. He took his time stretching me, making me ready for this, ready to welcome him inside. It wasn’t my first time, but it was the first time someone took it this slow and let me this much time to get prepared… “Ah, Yesung! Sa… saranghae…” I blushed furiously. Why had I said that? I didn’t, I barely knew him… But he knew, he understood, and he smiled. “I love you too.” My heart stopped beating for a second. When it went on again, it felt warm. Warm, and good, and loved, and happy. I kissed him softly. “I love you.” “I love you too.” “I love you. I love you.” “I love you too.” “I love you.” Unable to keep up with the pleasure his fingers were giving me, I stopped talking, only to moan and start begging. “Ah, ah! Yesung! Please! Give, give it to me!” He kissed me, muffling my screams of pleasure, and slowly pulled out his fingers. I felt his hands do stuff and heard an elastic sound, right before something a bit cool, and slick, touched my entrance. I opened up for him, relaxing all of my muscles so he could slowly slide inside without difficulty. I felt his cock burying itself deeper inside me and I moaned, appreciating how big he was. He waited for me to give him the OK, and only then he started moving. I felt fireworks of pleasure exploding in my body. There is no word for what he did to me. It just felt amazing. Amazing, good, perfect, right. I moaned and screamed and forgot my name. I only remembered his name. The name I had given him, like he had given me a new name. “Yesung! Yesung! Ah! Yesung!” We came together, moaned together. My middle-pitched voice, together with his deep, velvety voice, soon muffled in a deep, breathless kiss. I stayed in his arms all night long. Not wanting to go. Not wanting him to go. He didn’t want to go either. ***************************** “Teukie?” I couldn’t help the little smile. He had already found a nickname to my nickname. I was actually impressed. “Yeah?” “I love you.” It felt warm inside. So warm, and so good. I snuggled in his arms some more and closed my eyes. “I love you too.” We were in his bed, just relaxing in each other’s arms. Not doing anything but enjoying the moment. I kissed him softly. “Ye?” “Hmm?” “Would… would you believe me… if… if I said I’m an angel?” “Of course. You’re so perfect and so handsome and so perfect. You’re my angel.” “I mean, a real angel…” “A wingless angel?” “I was… thrown out of Heaven.” “… oh…” “Yeah. But it doesn’t matter anymore. At first, I was sad and depressed, I didn’t have my wings anymore. But I don’t need my wings. I just need you.” He purred and kissed me. “I need you too.” We kissed again, and after a while he chuckled. “I knew it.” “Knew what?” He kissed me again before finally answering, his dark eyes plunging into mine, and his deep voice purring as his lips drew a beautiful, shy smile. “I knew you were special.”