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The night after John came back from Hell, he was sitting in The Celestial Library watching Harold work. Harold moved from one shelf to another, organising books and scrolls.
Bear was with them, but he wasn't allowed to get too close to the books. Not after he had used one as a chew toy.
Harold bent down to move a book and John was certainly enjoying the view of Harold's backside and the curve of Harold's wings. He wanted nothing more than to sunk his hands into those yellow feathers and stroke them.
Harold stood up and sighed. 'Would you like to go to your nest?That is if you want. I completely understand if you would rather not... I mean... that is to say,' Harold said as he nervously adjusted his glasses.
John just smiled as he went up to Harold and kissed his cheek. 'There is nothing I'd like more.'
Bear barked in agreement.
'Wonderful,' Harold said as he kissed John's cheek.
As the walked out of The Library, the walked close. John could feel Harold's body heat and he wanted nothing more than to wrap himself around Harold, but there would be time for that later.
As they walked down the golden streets, the sun was warm and the breeze was cool. John wanted to do something, but his hands were sweating and his stomach was tied in knots. Finally, he decided to take a chance and took Harold's hand in his own. Harold's skin was soft and warm.
Harold just looked over at him and grinned. He gripped John hand as the walk together.
The walked together until they came to the old oak tree whose twisted dark branches shaded John's nest that sat below it.
Bear flew up to the tree and laid down on his dog nest.
Once at John's nest, Harold looked around. His eyes went wide as he stared at the painting of himself.
'Oh dear. I knew that Grace was an excellent artist, but I do believe she really captured my likeness.'
'Yeah, she sure did. I think I like the real flesh and blood you better though,' John said as he came up behind Harold and wrapped his arms around Harold's waist. He buried his face in Harold's wings and breathed in the cool scent of the yellow feathers.
Lust had nothing on the real Harold.
'Want to go to bed now?' John asked.
'Of course.'
John released Harold from his embrace and they took their clothes off. It was much faster for John to take off his tunic than it was for Harold to take off his suit, but John didn't mind. He enjoyed watching pale skin being revealed as Harold's clothes fell to the ground.
Harold's chest was covered with dark hair and he had a pudgy stomach.
John just wanted to touch and kiss that skin, but he wasn't going to without asking first.
'Can I touch you?'
'Of course. I would love to touch you as well.'
John grinned as he moved close to Harold and ran his fingers through his course chest hair.
They touched each other and kissed. John deepened the kiss, and Harold melted into his touch.
Walking backward, they fell and landed onto John's nest. John grinned as he kissed Harold's skin and Harold wiggled under him.
John let out a loud yawn. His journey to Hell had taken more out of him than he thought.
'We should sleep,' Harold said.
'Sounds good,' John said as he settled down against Harold and closed his eyes. As he fell asleep, he felt Harold rubbing his wings.
He fell into a deep sleep as Harold held and kissed him.
Hours later, John woke up in Harold's embrace. He was so warm and soft under John that John wanted to just lay there for entirety.
'Good morning,' John said as he nuzzled Harold's neck and breathed in his cool scent.
'Good morning to you as well. I was thinking perhaps we should visit our egg today.'
'Sounds good. Can I ask you something?' John asked because something came to his mind.
'Of course.'
'How do you feel about having an egg?'
Harold rubbed John's back. 'To say I'm nervous would be an understatement. I have read several books on caring for an angel child, but I'm sure the reality of the situation will possibly be different. I worry that she won't like me.'
'Ah. I don't see how she couldn't like you. I do.'
Harold smiled. 'We shall see.'
John sat up and stretched, he missed Harold's warmth.
They put on their clothes between more kisses and made their way to The Nursery.
They walked past the rows and rows of eggs in nests until they came to their own.
Bear ran up to the egg and nuzzled it with his nose. The egg jumped.
John grinned as he picked up the egg. 'Hey, little one. Your dads are here. Would you like to hold her?' John asked as he held the egg out to Harold.
Harold's hands shook as he reached for the egg. 'Oh, dear. I had no idea it would be so warm.'
'Yeah. I like she likes you,' John said as he noticed the egg start to glow.
They spent a long time just talking to and holding the egg.
The days passed in a blur. During the day Harold would work at The Library while John and Bear spent time with the egg and at Night Harold and John would sleep in John's nest.
After several days, Harold and John walked to The Celestial Library. As Harold stood in front of the door, he looked over at John. 'Would you like to come over to my nest tonight?'
John grinned. Harold had never invited John to his nest (in his words, he was a very private angel) and John couldn't wait.
Later that day, he walked into Jess' diner and sat down at the counter.
'John! Welcome back! This place hasn't been the same without you,' Jess said as she poured John a cup of coffee.
John sipped the dark liquid and relished in the bitter taste.
Jess stared at him. 'Did something happen? You look different.'
'Good different or bad different?'
'Good different. Happier.'
'I'm much happier. Harold and I have an egg now.'
Jess grinned. 'That's wonderful!'
He drank his coffee and ordered a piece of pie. He went to Harold's office and held the pie in one hand.
He pushed open the office door and saw Harold working. His head was down as his pen slid across a parchment. John couldn't get enough of Harold's tongue sicking out of the corner of his mouth.
'Hey, Finch. I brought pie.' John held out the pie slice.
Harold looked up and grinned.
'Excellent! Shall we go to my nest?'
'Can't wait.'
John followed Harold as they flew up through the middle of The Library. The higher the went, the older the books became until they were cave paintings painted onto the library walls.
The flew hundreds and hundreds of feet until they reached the roof.
He looked around. The roof was a large circle made of white stone and from every direction Heaven was spread out before him. He had lived his entire life in Heaven, but had never seen so much of it at once.
In the middle of the roof there was a large apple tree with large red apples hanging from it branches.
He walked around the wide trunk of the tree until he came to Harold's nest. The nest was made of small, thin copper branches and was surrounded by stacks and stacks of books.
'Nice,' John said as he fell back into Harold's nest and was cradled by the metal branches.
Harold grinned as he joined John in the nest and cut a piece of his pie and fed it to John. John licked his lips as he tasted the sweetness of the apples and the butteriness of the crust.
'Will you sing to me?' John asked because the only sweeter than Jess' pies was Harold's voice.
Harold began to sing.
'It's gonna take a lot to take me away from you
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had…'
John moved close and laid against Harold as the words washed over him.
He was still amazed at how different his life was. Before he went to Hell, he had enjoyed killing demons and spending time with his friends Harold and Bear but there was something missing. Now, he still enjoyed killing demons but he was closer to Harold and he had an egg to look after.
Months later, John, Harold and Bear were standing in The Nursery. They were standing around the egg as a small crack became bigger and bigger and a baby cried as she pushed her way out of the egg.
As John picked her up, Harold put his hand on John's shoulder.
John held the baby close. Her eyes were just like his mother's and her wings were yellow like Harold's. They had decided to name her after Harold's mother.
'Hello, Leila,' John said as he held the baby close and kissed the top of her head.
Leila smiled at him as she snuggled into his chest.
'Let's go home,' Harold said.
John just grinned. That sounded wonderful.