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I think I love you.
"You should try praying."
The apartment is unusually quiet and still, the space around the table seems too big for just two of them. Angel lays, pressing his cheek to the worn-out carpet and Aki thinks about the marks it'll leave on his skin.
"What does it matter if there's no one on the other end," Aki answers, putting out his cigarette against the full plate, watching it burn through the scrambled eggs before dying out.
It's a lie, they both know. Golden eyes burning through the flesh, Angel lifts his head up. Lifts his whole body, sitting up and leaning closer. Aki looks away as his tie slips out of place and falls onto the table — there's an open collar and bare skin flashing, neck and collarbones, veins showing through all over the chest. He can't bring himself to look.
"You're a human. Don't you believe in something?"
I believe in you, he wants to say. In flesh and blood and golden eyes, so divine and bright.
"What does it matter?" he replies instead. And it hangs heavily in the air, the weight of unsaid.
Angel tilts his head to the side and Aki feels his chest tighten. He doesn't look, still, as Angel reaches out and shamelessly pats on his pockets, searching for something. So casually like they already spent a lifetime together. So casually like he owns this body.
It's warm and gentle, almost way too intimate. Aki almost leans in when his fingers almost slip through the split between the buttons on his shirt.
"Watch it," whispers, not even convincing himself.
But Angel listens and sits back, pulling a cigarette out of a crumbled pack with his mouth. Only then Aki dares to look again, noticing how faded and tired his face suddenly seems. The lighter refuses to work — so Angel collapses against the carpet again, frowning and trying, over and over, fingers twitching in annoyance.
"Motherfucker," he swears, voice far from angelic, lips chapped and dry.
Aki pushes the untouched dinner to the side and sits closer. Angel looks up and there's finally smoke in the air between them, bitter and cheap. Now, they both can't stop looking.
I think I love you.
"I think I need a drink."
"Then drink," Angel shrugs.
I think I love you.
"You ever tried getting drunk before?"
"I don't know. Maybe. It tastes bad."
A hand on the back of his neck, careful not to touch the skin, pulls him closer so fast he's not sure how to react.
So Aki gives in.
"Kiss me," Angel whispers, nose to nose, and his breath becomes shaky. "Just not the face."
Aki gives in.
He lays down next to him, still mindful enough to take away the smoldering cigarette and press it against the table. It's messy but Angel's palm on his hip is the only thing he can think of clearly. The hand moves, slides across his body before pulling forcefully on the harness.
He should've taken it off, Aki thinks. He should have, because Angel keeps pulling, to the point where he almost falls onto him. And it feels too wrong and right at the same time, their legs tangling together, knocking something over with a quiet thud. Aki presses a kiss to his shoulder, his collar, buries his face in the dusty fabric, bites hard enough to make Angel shudder.
He feels like human. He sounds like human. There are feathers brushing against Aki's neck.
He looks up and Angel looks away with noise so desperate and quiet that Aki feels the guilt twitching his guts. He kisses his neck through the mess of tangled hair before there are hands instinctively pushing him away. Too close.
Angel turns to his side immediately but there's nowhere to move, his back already pressing against the table. So Aki shifts closer and closer until their foreheads touch.
And he waits, breath caught up in the throat.
"Don't move," Aki can barely hear it. There's hair between their skin again and neither of them knows if it's enough.
"How much?"
Angel grabs his shoulder so tight it doesn't feel humanlike anymore. Breathes out. "Not yet."
"Good," he puts a hand on his waist, mindlessly smoothing out the folds on the shirt with his thumb. Tender. "Good."
The grip on his shoulder slowly loosens up.
I think I love you.
"No you don't," Angel's mouth twitches, a smile, in a way. Aki smiles back.
"Fuck you."