Coby

[whispersoflove]

Fin was in bed and being watched over, and Anael didn't linger. He took off from the roof, longing with all of his being for the comforting warmth of God's Love when he stood in Their presence. There was a place inside of him that ached with what he had done, a place he didn't know how to reach and make better. So he prayed, flying above London, cloaked from the gaze of men. He prayed, until he realised where the winds had taken him.

He landed on the rooftop of the converted church and sent another prayer, of thanks this time, to God. He slipped inside and knocked on Coby's door, the wings vanished, but the blood from both Fin and the other Fae still on his clothes and hands.

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[whispersoflove]

"Love and Hate - there's such a thin line between them," Anael answered, sounding impossibly tired as he straightened up to wipe a hand over his face. "I was different too."

[sunsongs]

"All the lives I've had. All the ones I could've had, and this time around my parents are a couple of hippies who never grew out of it." The thought didn't seem out of context to Coby, whether it made sense to Anael or not.

"I've been saying 'make love, not war' since before I knew what it really meant, and I'm in your life, for you to find me tonight when you needed someone."

[whispersoflove]

Anael had rested his forearms on his thighs, hunched forward, and now he looked back at Coby with a soft smile. Turned back to him and reached out, a hand on the side of his neck, to pull him into a tender, grateful kiss. "Thank you, my love."

[sunsongs]

Coby smiled back and pressed another soft kiss to his lips, then to his forehead. "Anything, lovely. I can't feel it if you pray, but I hope you'll always come find me when you need me."

A second passed, then another. "Even when all I can do is love you."

[whispersoflove]

"You know that that's everything to me," Anael told him, the honesty of his words laid bare in his eyes.

[sunsongs]

"Come to bed?" Anael would hear the let me love you in the words. "Or a shower?" The blood might be physically gone, but that didn't mean the angel didn't still feel it, and there was more than one way to get clean.

[whispersoflove]

"Yes," Anael answered, thankful for both the offers, but meaning the latter. Symbols mattered, and the idea of kissing Coby in the spray of hot water was an appealing one. He stood, holding his hand out to Coby.

[sunsongs]

Coby took the hand as he got up from the couch, then softly kissed the knuckles. The short walk through the bedroom into the bath would be plenty long enough to get Anael out of his clothes the old-fashioned way. Shedding them along the way one more symbol and a chance for Coby to have his hands all over him.

[whispersoflove]

Which would work fine for Anael, who didn't feel like simply disappearing them, for some reason. Probably because he had laid himself bare with Coby in words, and that he needed to do it in actions now, gradually and purposefully. But for now, he drew Coby into another kiss, gentle and full of love.

[sunsongs]

The kiss was warm and loving, even sweet, the way Anael made Coby feel. He cradled the angel's jaw with one hand, thumb stroking softly along his cheek.

A Dusty Springfield song his mom liked to sing popped into his head all the sudden – All you gotta do is hold and kiss him and love him and show him that you care – and Coby smiled softly, sending up a mental That's the idea, Mom to the universe.

[whispersoflove]

Anael didn't know what it was that made Coby smile like that, but he felt it against his lips and smiled softly in return, fingers tracing the side of his face gently. He stepped back, and pulled his t-shirt over his head, reaching immediately to help Coby lose his top, too.

[sunsongs]

Coby's shirt got gone. He didn't care so much how when he could be running his hands over Anael's chest and back, pulling him into another kiss as he steered them toward the bath.

[whispersoflove]

There was something so very erotic about kissing barechested, and Anael didn't try to analyse it, he just savoured the moment. This deep place inside him still ached, but the love they felt for each other would soon reach it, fill it, soothe it, reaching further inside him with each traded kiss.

[sunsongs]

Every moment with Anael was worth savoring, and Coby let the world fade away, focusing on the feel of Anael's kisses and his body and the love they shared wound through all of it.

One hand drifted down to Anael's jeans, undoing the fly with practiced ease. No hurry toward heating things up, but getting out of their clothes would strip away everything that wasn't them, leaving nothing else between them.

[whispersoflove]

Anael returned the favour, so that when they had to step away from each other to get rid of their jeans, they could both do so without delay. He did the awkward one leg, then the other dance, and stepped back into Coby's personal space, that love still strong between them but also needing the warmth of his touch, the spark of arousal from their skins being in contact, no clothing in the way now.

They'd make it to the bathroom in time; he wasn't worried.

[sunsongs]

Coby stepped out of his jeans, leaving them in a puddle by Anael's on the floor, and then pulled Anael close again. He didn't really think about the wings, had mostly forgotten they were there until they drew forward, wrapping around Coby and Anael.

"Were you... we... lovers?" He asked, not sure why that question now, or if Anael had told him before. "You and Shamsiel."

[whispersoflove]

"Not like this," Anael replied, resting his hand over Coby's heart and taking a moment to remember his friend. Shamsiel still was, and yet wasn't. "But I loved him, and he loved me." He lifted his hand to cup Coby's face, let himself feel how much he missed Shamsiel as he had been, because he ought to be remembered, and loved, as long as Anael lived - but then he pulled it back in as he kissed Coby, focusing on how much he loved him, too. Him who was and wasn't, would never be Shamsiel. It was not the first time they did this, but it was never entirely easy, and today Anael felt particularly off balance and vulnerable.

[sunsongs]

"And I love you." Coby put all that love into his kiss, knowing Anael always felt love but wanting to give it to him now, deliberately. "I shouldn't've asked. I'm sorry I'm not him, my lovely."

[whispersoflove]

"I'm not," Anael answered, both hands cupping Coby's face now. He didn't feel up to putting it in more words than that, so he kissed Coby again, briefly, but tenderly, then took his hand as he stepped around him (and his wings) to draw him along towards the bathroom.

[sunsongs]

Two people and wings would make for a kind of crowded shower, so as they got to the bathroom, Coby tucked them away to wherever it was they went.

"You are so wonderful." As in, filled him with wonder. Usually that was the kind of thing Anael would say about Coby instead of the other way around, which was truer, if you asked Coby, but today felt topsy-turvy in a lot of ways.

[whispersoflove]

Anael didn't feel very wonderful today; he felt in pain, and he wanted to comfort himself in the love they shared. "I love you," he said against Coby's lips, pulling him into the shower stall and wrapping his arms around him for a long kiss. Getting the water going could wait.

[sunsongs]

One long kiss followed by another, and Coby's hand stroking slow and easy over Anael's body as they held each other close. Eventually Coby reached out with the other hand to turn on the water, shifting them enough so they weren't directly in the spray before the temperature adjusted, wanting to take care of Anael even in such a little way.

[whispersoflove]

Anael didn't notice or care about the temperature, especially focused as he was on Coby, and he simply moved wherever Coby wanted him to, sighing against his lips as the water hit. It was so very, very welcome, and after a beat he moved back into the spray, drawing Coby with him for some very watery kisses.

[sunsongs]

Coby drank in Anael's kisses, sipped at his lips, and let the water wash over them both. Naked and in love with Anael in his arms, Coby was more than half hard, but that wasn't as urgent as the way they kissed and the way they felt, and helping the pain Anael felt wash away.