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Diego’s Dance with Death - 11. Two Lovers Make Amends
Theliel shuffled into Cupid Central. After a night of bad dreams, even the strong coffee Azrael had forced him to drink hadn’t helped to wake him entirely. The Angel of Death had been in a weird mood this morning; even going so far as to slap him on the butt when sending him to work. Theo had wanted to stay home.
“Trouble in paradise?” Halaliel sneered behind the reception desk. Theo wasn’t even in the mood to show the idiot his middle finger. He trudged to an empty office and closed the door behind him. Today he would do all his put-off reports. This would at least make Ayil happy. Shitty work for a shitty day.
After he’d sorted his notes, in the correct order, Theo fished his phone out of his pants’ pocket, and scrolled through his messages one more time. Nothing. He placed it right in front of him, on the desk. One never knew...
Four hours later, he was in utter need of coffee. Lunch would have been like running the gauntlet with the gossiping Cupids outside, but luckily Rahmiel had brought him his favorite over stuffed goat cheese sandwich and a bottle of water. Theo checked another report ‘done’, when the screen of his phone lit up with an incoming message. Lightning fast he grabbed it, swiped the home screen away—and a very fine butt greeted him: round muscular cheeks...Wait! That was Sablo’s! And what the hell? Was that a tattoo? Theo enlarged the relevant parts. I belong— and on the right side— to Theo. The full stop was a tiny red heart. He slapped his hand over his mouth. “Shit!” Then he read: Meet me downstairs? He pushed his chair back, not caring that it toppled over in the process, and ran to the elevator.
“What happened?” “Where are you going?” “Hey!” “Measured strides!” Most of the cupids in the hallway scattered, but some tried to block his way.
“Fuck this!” and he ‘ported directly into the foyer. Ayil would demand his hide for this, but he didn’t care. A small crowd was gathering at the entrance. As soon as Horace saw him, he grinned broadly and shooed them away. Frowning, Theliel stopped in front of the glass door. Then he saw him.
His man was wearing motorcycle cop leather pants and open jacket over a blue police shirt that perfectly matched his eyes. The loose black tie looked a little rakish. In the gun holsters at his hips, he had tucked red roses. Damn. Was that a toy kitten pinned to his shoulder? The long blond hair was almost floating around his head. He was so beautiful... Hot. He was hot. Not beautiful. Was the bike meant to be a present? Only he didn’t need a new—. Wait, the saddle was set extremely high. Then Theo got it. And he couldn’t wait any longer. He ran outside to Sablo who was still holding the bike with one hand, with a heart-shaped balloon floating a meter above his head, and an envelope held out towards Theo.
All he could do was throw his arms around his neck, “Home!”
“Theo!” Rahmiel hurried over to them, pushing Theliel’s bike. “Greetings from Commander Ayil. You have the next two days off.” Then he whispered, “I expect to see the pic when you’re back.”
“What? How?”
“I have my sources.”
They biked as fast as they could, rushed to Theo’s—their—apartment. Then they stood awkwardly in the living room. "You took the pictures.”
“I feared you’d destroy them. You were so furious.”
Theo looked down to his feet, biting his lips. “About that... It was wrong to throw you out.”
“Nah... throwing me out brought home what you said. You were right about the importance of Cupids. And I was a total asshole to say I regretted being shot with a silver arrow. The truth is, you’re the best thing—angel—to ever enter my life. Look, we could stand here for a very long time and apologize to each other–”
“Instead, we agree we both messed up and finally get on to the making up?” Theo tilted his head, smiling coyly.
“Perfect idea.”
“I have one question. What did you do with the bedlinen? I couldn’t find them in the wash.”
Flushing red, Sablo fumbled with the envelope he still held in his hand. “I-I took them with me. They smelled of you.”
“Ah. The same reason I pulled one of your t-shirts from the hamper and wore it to work.”
“You did?”
“Uh-huh.” Theo snapped his finger against the envelope. “Is that for me too?”
Sablo rolled his eyes at his stupidity and thrust the envelope at Theo. “For you.”
Theliel pulled the card out, which said For Theliel - the love of my eternal life on one side, same as the envelope. Turning it over, he gasped. With his fingertip he followed the trail of tiny red hearts from the picture of the kneeling knight to the golden quiver. After a long moment, a lone tear ran down his face. “You really thought about this. Us.”
“I had help, Diego—”
“But this,” Theo gestured at the card in his hand, “is entirely you, how you feel about us, I know it.” He put the card down on a nearby table, stepped to Sablo, and pulled very slowly at one end of the black tie. When it was freed, he slung it around his own neck and began to unbutton the blue uniform shirt. When he had it open, he carded his fingers through the thick, blond hair he found there. Then he leaned his head against it. “I love you.”
Sablo reached down, and pulled the hair tie from Theo’s dark braid. “I missed you so fucking much.”
“We were a pair of idiots.” Theo stretched and nibbled at Sablo’s neck, then he mumbled, “I wanna lick the heart.”
“Heart?” Sablo asked, distracted.
Theo already had the police issue leather belt open. “Hhm-m...Shower?” Grinning, Theo took him by the hand and pulled him towards the bathroom. “Or do you need another moment?”
“Another moment?”
“To get out of those leathers, while I’m adjusting the water right.” Theo pulled his t-shirt—Sablo’s t-shirt— over his head, dropped it on the floor, leaving a clothes trail to track for Sablo.
When he entered the shower naked, Theo was leaning against the wall, water raining down on his body, staring at him hungrily. Then his Cupid made a twirling motion with his hand. “Lemme see.” Suddenly feeling self-conscious, Sablo reluctantly turned around. When Theo didn’t say something for a too long moment, he couldn’t help but glance over his shoulder. “Too much?”
“Perfect.” Theo stepped up behind Sablo, slipped his arm around his Guardian’s waist, and pulled at him so he could mold himself to Sablo’s back. Running his hands up and down Sablo’s chest and stomach, he pressed tiny kisses along his neck and shoulder. Then he dropped to his knees, pushed a little, and he had the tattoo right before his eyes. Now he could do what he had promised. He cupped his lover’s ass, squeezed, and licked and nibbled at the tiny red heart. “Mine.”
“Yours.” Sablo moaned and widened his stance when Theo didn’t stop at the heart, but continued the exploration of his body with his talented tongue. “Theliel...”
Theo smiled against wet skin. Sablo always became putty in his hands when he rimmed him. Slowly he stood, leaving small bites and kisses on Sablo’s trembling body all the way up. Then he pushed on his shoulders until he was bent forward, bracing his hands against the tiles. “This truly belongs to Theliel.”
He shifted the setting on the shower to a warm mist coming at them from all sides and grabbed the water proof lube from the shelf. He would claim the ass belonging to him, and later Sablo would get the chance to make love to him in return, the way he did best. His Guardian Angel had incredible stamina.
Later, Sablo lay on his stomach, tired and sated with Theo draped sideways, resting his head on his lover’s back. The cupid kept tracing the words of the tattoo, until a sudden recollection made him sit up.
“Does the stuffed cat mean we can get a kitten?”
“Diego found an animal shelter which has a bunch of adorable black kittens. We could take two, so they have each other for company.”
“Are you sure we’ll be able to care for two kittens? What if you get a long-term guardian mission?”
“I’m going to request to be given short missions from now on. I want to spend more time with you.”
“Yeah?” Theo bent forward to peck a couple of kisses on his tattooed name.
“Mmhm. And it would be nice to see more of my brother too.”
Theo smiled, but didn’t say he expected it would mean seeing more of Azrael too.
“Rahmiel wants a detailed picture of all this.” The Cupid patted Sablo's sexy ass gently.
“Don’t you dare!”
“He would envy me...”
“He has to get his own.”
“Tattoo or Guardian butt?”
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