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if i die, will you die with me?
the question pondered angel’s head, he takes another bite of his parfait, “a devil should and will never die with a species so low such as yourself” he licks the spoon, “i am a devil before an angel after all”
“fair enough.” aki lights a cigarette, in hopes to fill his lunch with toxins to rid himself of the embarrassment
“why?”
the smoke exits his lungs, “no reason.”
angel shuts off the tv, leaning into aki, “do you despise living so much that you’d rather die with a fiend such as myself?”
he doesn’t move, just staring into the darkness of the tv as angel moves closer, “if i touch you, your life will shorten even more, y’know?” he drops his arms, rolling next to aki on the bed with his hair spread all over.
“i’m aware of that.”
he laughs, “you really don’t care, do you?” angel turns to aki.
“how long do i have?” he lays on the bed, next to angel.
“if i do this,” angel loosens aki’s tie in one movement, “a year and ten months now. ”
he hovers over aki, careful not to touch his partner as his hair mimics a sheer curtain, “if you wish to die this badly, shall i continue?”
“my body is yours for the night, angel .” aki exhaled the smoke as angel inhaled it with satisfaction in his mind.
elicit smokes of the tobacco surrounding them as angel straddles over him, with angel on top, he too, sheds his clothes, tossing them elsewhere, leaving all but his tie. his hand stops when it came to aki’s shirt, “scared?” he taunts, extinguishing his cigarette on the nightstand, pulling angel into a kiss, his hands touching aki’s chest.
one month.
his eyes dilates, and the life within aki shortened once more, he felt it. his mouth opens for a gasp, a fleeting moment allowing air into his lungs before it leaves his body, entering the mouthful of kisses that connected the two together by mere saliva. he moans as aki flips their position, with him on top and angel the bottom, he pulls his legs closer to him, closing the space in between them. he leans, bending angel’s knees towards his chest, with aki so close, angel could feel every breath he lays upon him. the smell of marlboro reds laced into aki’s breath, gentle grazes up and down the inner parts of his thigh, each time, daring to go a little closer to his clothed dick.
he gets up, yanking the belt that held together angel’s pants, it now slips off loosely. aki’s own pants restrain himself from further proceeding with what he has in mind, sex. angel gets up, “here i’ll help,” he unbuttons aki’s pants, palming his crouch as he squeezes, thin fabric now separates angel and aki’s-
five months.
he chokes on his breath, taking his hand off aki. he can’t do this to a human being. the life that drains out, the life that he absorbs. he can’t.
“no, i can’t.” angel shakes his head. respectfully, aki sits back, giving the devil some air.
“it’s fine,” he reassures, “you’re fine.” his hand gently touches angel’s arm, he flinches, “i can’t.” voice trembling.
aki lets out a quiet sigh, buttoning his pants back up with one hand as he grabbed his belt that was tossed on the side of the bed, angel’s hand stops him, “no.”
“no?”
he nods as his head stares down at aki’s hand. his hand on top of aki’s. the precious life slowly draining away, seeping into angel’s skin.
it’s too much. he can’t. not when the life he takes away is someone he loves.
another hand pulls angel closer to aki. his head now nestled between his neck, strong smell of cigarettes stuck onto his clothes and probably engrained into his skin. he knows it’s bad to inhale the smoke, makima told him so. but if it was aki, he’d inhale it as much as he can, totally disregarding his own health. hell, his health doesn’t even matter anymore. not with makima around.
“you’re okay.”
‘i know i am. you’re the one i’m worried about.’
he doesn’t say that though. he just nods into aki’s neck. taking another inhale of cigarette-laced clothes. he wishes he could die like that; live and die like a human being, not a fiend. aki doesn’t say anything else. he just lets angel bury himself within his own body. his halo bumps into his head when angel turned to face aki. from eros to agape within a few minutes, the two shared softened glances and kisses. the arms that held angel as if armour to a solider comforted him, pulling him in closer, chests touching; hearts beating outside of their worldly bodies that encapsulates their soul.
aki tucks a piece of angel’s hair back, his hand leading his chin up towards him, “i love you,” he whispers into angel’s ear.
he hums, giving another nod, nudging himself into aki again. angel wraps his arms around him, similar to a child seeking comfort to their mother. he could hear it, aki’s heart.
ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump
how he wished he had a heart. a body that is his. a heart that pumps blood, a pair of lungs that exchanges gas. a life that will end.
they stayed like that. aki’s arms that enveloped angel entirely. with pink hair that peaks out from the top. it doesn’t help that he could still feel it; the slow and agonizing pain of aki’s life draining away. it’s comforting. angel can’t help but wish to capture this moment. to freeze time and live in between the minutes, seconds, and milliseconds. a place where even the darkest and murkiest corners of hell won’t reach him.
it’s warm. aki is warm. the feeling of anguish and angst travels through angel and disconnects the blood from flowing into his heart. he can’t breath. he gasps for it.
for aki. his knuckles turn white as he digs his fingernails into aki’s biceps.
aki grunts, “angel.” he grabs on tighter as blood starts to creep under his nails.
“angel, you’re hurting me.”
his hands start to shake as aki tries to pry off his hands in an attempt to save his life. this time, he could feel it too; his energy depleting. despite his muscle mass, he’s unable to get angel off him. it’s okay though. he stops and embraces angel one last time.
“i’ll see you.” he mumbles into angel’s ears before letting go one last breath.
aki explodes.
angel’s hands and face now covered in blood, he sits there on the bed alone. looking down at his hands. the hands that was just holding onto aki for dear life. now he’s gone.
his handshakes and his eyes unfocus.
“awh man.” a feminine voice appears behind him, “the room’s all dirty now,” a coat is draped over angel’s naked body as the woman leans in closer, “good job angel.” makima smiles, kissing him on the cheek as an award for killing aki.
swiping her hand through the bloody wall, “though it would be nice if you didn’t make such a mess.” she sighs, looking back at the troubled boy whose eyes were still dilated.
“nonetheless, good work today.” she wipes the blood onto his chest, “come back to work whenever.”
she turned back one last time, “but you will come back.” her eyes stared into angel’s before slamming the door close, snapping angel out of his trance. he looks around him. a pure bloodbath that he created once again. he feels like it was someone that was important to him, but then again, such thoughts could only be created by humans.
and angel was no human despite his wish to die.