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Aki’s fingers flex against the wood grain of the stairs slanted above them. The club lights flash at his back, turning his white shirt into a kaleidoscope oscillating between pink, blue, and green.
Angel’s body is pressed up against him with his wings spread out against the back wall like a Renaissance painting. His eyes are half-lidded as he peers up at Aki, giving him that same sultry look that Aki’s seen him flash the camera plenty of times.
It’s far more unnerving to see it in real life rather than plastered across a centerfold.
“What?” Angel asks softly, the warm heat of his breath just grazing Aki’s jaw. “What is it?”
Aki swallows. It scrapes the back of his throat painfully. “Nothing. Just stop moving so much and stay quiet.” His throat feels tight, but when he reaches up to undo it he remembers that his neck is already bare.
“Missing your leash already?” Angel hums.
“I’m just used to wearing a tie while working.”
“It’s for the best that you took it off. The tie made you look like a douchebag.”
“And the half-unbuttoned shirt doesn’t?”
Angel’s eyes slide down his neck and chest before lifting back up to meet Aki’s gaze. “It makes you an approachable douchebag instead of your usual uptight douchebag.”
Aki runs his tongue over his teeth.
Angel isn’t wrong; he does look like he has a stick up his ass with the suit and tie. So for one night, his hair is loose, his shirt is unbuttoned down to his sternum, and his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows.
In contrast, Angel looks like he belongs here. It’s more in line with the Angel he’d first been acquainted with, instead of the Angel he’s gotten to know—the one that sells a tantalizing fantasy between the pages of a magazine, covering himself in lace and leather.
The dark of the empty space beneath the stairwell turns Angel’s red hair into wine, splashed over the shaggy cotton candy pink fur coat that’s fallen loosely around his shoulders to highlight the pale ivory feathers of his wings.
He looks… good.
He’d looked really good while they were dancing, twisting in time with the steady beat of the music and trying to blend in. Aki still remembers the weight of Angel against him—
“What?” Angel asks again, a bit more forceful this time, drawing Aki out of his stupor.
“I’m not doing anything…?”
“You’re looking at me. So what’s your issue?”
Before Aki can answer, the door above them squeaks open. Aki presses himself further beneath the stairs, caging Angel between himself and the wall. There’s indistinct chatter that he can’t make out from the pounding electro-pop music, but he can hear the clomp of footsteps down the stairs. It sets his heart racing.
He keeps one arm on the back of the stairs and the other against the wall to the left of Angel’s head. He shifts his body a bit further to the right, hoping to obstruct their view of Angel should Quanxi’s people look in their direction, but their footsteps fade away quickly.
Aki tilts his head to get a look, but it’s no use. They’re already gone.
“It was two of Quanxi’s girls.”
The sound of Angel’s voice makes Aki turn back, only to find Angel already watching him. His head is tilted to the side with a curious expression on his face.
“What?” Aki asks.
Angel sighs and taps his fingers against the wall at his side in idle boredom. “The people who left Quanxi’s office. They were two of her girls. Don’t worry, they didn’t see us.”
Aki grunts in acknowledgement and looks back over his shoulder at the room. The club is packed to the walls, and he doubts he’d be able to find the two girls in a crowd like this with much success. Easier to wait it out.
Aki nearly jumps out of his skin when something grazes along his lower stomach.
He whips his head back to Angel, who stares up at him with an expression so flat and nonchalant that Aki briefly wonders if he imagined the touch.
He squares his jaw. “Don’t move so much. It’s a small space, and we don’t need to be running into each other.”
“Fine,” Angel replies blithely, a mere two seconds before pointedly readjusting his footing so his calf taps against the inside of Aki’s leg.
Aki’s heart thumps in his chest. The whiskey from earlier has his skin running hot, and he doesn’t need any teasing from Angel to make his flush worse.
“Angel, stop—"
Angel looks at him from the corner of his eye, but there’s a spark of intrigue in the carmine that makes Aki regret saying anything at all. There isn’t much that interests Angel, but once his curiosity is piqued, he won’t let up until it’s sated.
Aki sighs. “Angel. Please don’t.”
The back of Angel’s fingers gently brushes over Aki’s thigh. “Don’t what?”
“You know what you’re doing. Stop it.”
“I’m not doing anything. You’re the one who has me backed up against the wall. If you don’t want to accidentally touch me, then you need to be the one to back up.”
Aki grinds his teeth together and turns his head to stare at the back of the stairs. His heart is racing, pounding against his ribs like it’s trying to escape. It’s frustrating to realize how pitiful he becomes when forced into an enclosed space with a pretty face.
He takes long, measured breaths in and out through his nose, desperate to try and regain at least some of his dignity, but when he glances back at Angel, he finds that his eyes are focused elsewhere.
Angel is sizing him up, his eyes flitting up and down Aki’s body with a distinct focus on his jawline, throat, and the gap between his shirt and his chest as he leans over.
The sight of his obvious ogling makes Aki laugh, but it comes out more like a scoff.
Angel’s eyes flick up to meet his. His eyebrows furrow at the expression on Aki’s face. “What?”
“Are you seriously checking me out right now? After all that talk about me being a tight-ass?”
“I can find your personality repulsive while also acknowledging that you’re not terrible to look at.”
Aki rolls his eyes. “Right. Whatever you have to tell yourself.”
Angel’s wings flatten back against the wall, bristling at the suggestion. “At least I can admit you’re attractive. You’ve been trying not to pop a boner this entire time, failing to pretend like I don’t affect you.”
“Of course I’m going to be affected when you’re touching me like that.”
“Hm… is it because of how I’m touching you or because I’m the one touching you?”
“Someone sure thinks highly of themselves.”
“You’re the one clawing at the walls to try and keep your hands to yourself.”
Aki jerks his head to spit another sharp retort at Angel, but the words get caught in his throat when he realizes how close they really are. Angel’s long eyelashes gently brush against the top of his cheeks as he bats his eyes. He reminds Aki of red velvet—tempting him to take a bite of something that he knows ultimately won’t be good for his health.
Aki’s nails scratch against the wooden stairs.
“You know, this was a pretty smart place to hide,” Angel murmurs, his eyes drifting down Aki’s throat. “If anyone catches us here, they’ll just think it’s a hookup.”
“… Right,” Aki says slowly.
Angel breathes in deeply, his chest brushing against Aki’s as he inhales. “Is that what you were hoping for?”
“For…?”
“For someone to catch us so you could finally give yourself an excuse to touch me.”
Aki’s tongue turning to lead in his mouth, struggling to come up with a semi-decent quip in return. “I thought we already clarified that you’re the one touching me, not the other way around.”
“But you want to. I can tell,” Angel whispers, leaning forward so that they’re almost nose to nose. “You have that same look as some of those photographers while I’m working. You want to touch me, but you know you can’t.”
Aki can’t make himself deny it. He’s surprised he’s maintained his good behavior for this long.
“The difference between you and them is that they’re hired only to look.” Angel swallows almost nervously as his eyes fall to Aki’s mouth. Their eyes meet. “But you’re not a photographer, Aki.”
Aki will blame it on his hand slipping from the edge of the stairs, but they’ll both know it’s a lie. It’s been obvious since they arrived that Aki wants him.
He crushes his mouth against Angel’s and groans at the taste of him. He tastes like cheap alcohol and expensive cologne, intoxicating and alluring. Angel keens into him immediately, pressing himself firmly against the hard line of Aki’s body as he gasps into his mouth.
Angel’s fingers dig into Aki’s shirt. The sensation of his nails scratching against his chest makes Aki moan, but he’s no shrinking violet. He grabs at Angel’s waist like he’s scared he’ll run away, fingers firmly curled around his hip and pressing into his lower back to draw them closer.
His breath catches in his throat when Angel’s stomach rubs against his growing erection.
Aki grinds against him, eager to fulfill the fantasy he’s been jerking off to in the middle of the night, and Angel moans in turn, but it twists into a low whine when Aki shoves a leg between his thighs.
Angel moves like he’s done this before, rutting against Aki’s leg while his hands map out the planes of his stomach before drifting back up to his shoulders.
Aki breaks the kiss to press his lips to the juncture between Angel’s neck and jawline. He’s been dreaming about marking up that pale, delicate skin and he doesn’t plan on letting Angel leave without a few hickeys to remember him by.
Angel moans as red and violet markings are pressed into his neck, his pitch raising when Aki’s teeth brush against his Adam’s apple.
“Fuck, Aki—” Angel gasps, his hips jumping. “Hurry—”
His hands make their way up to Aki’s hair. He threads his fingers through the silky black strands, tugging lightly when Aki is particularly rough with him.
Aki runs one hand up Angel’s back beneath his shirt. His fingers glide over the bumps of Angel’s spine until he reaches the base of his wings. Angel’s wings beat against the wall when he runs the tips of his fingers along the downy feathers where his wings begin.
“Sensitive…” Aki whispers against his neck before pressing a light kiss to the top of one of the hickeys he’s left behind.
“Yeah, yeah, shut up and get on with it,” Angel growls, his hard cock rubbing against the inside of Aki’s thigh. “Stop messing with me and keep moving. I’m getting close.”
Aki stills his hips. Angel whines again.
“You…” Aki pants as he pulls his mouth away from the hollow of Angel’s neck, searching his eyes instead. He laughs when he realizes that Angel’s arousal still isn’t enough to break him out of his lazy streak. “You want me to do all the work, don’t you? You’re not even moving, just letting me rub myself against you while you get off on the motion of my thigh.”
“Ever heard the phrase ‘work smarter, not harder’?” Angel gives a small thrust of his hips. “You’re the one fucking against me like an animal; why should I bother moving when you’re doing the work for me?”
Aki trails a hand down to cup Angel’s ass. “I’m not going to keep making a fool of myself if you’re not either. Move.”
Angel scoffs, but his exhale is unsteady. “Make me.”
Aki has both hands on his ass now, one hand on each cheek. He pulls Angel into his thigh, grinding him forward. “Come on, Angel… move.”
Angel’s lower lip trembles as Aki repeatedly pulls him in to grind against his thigh. “I—I hate you—”
“Come on,” Aki pants against the shell of Angel’s ear as he rolls his partner’s hips forward again. “You can do it, Angel. Show me. Show me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
Angel’s hips rock up into him. He puffs out a heavy sigh as he begins to repeat Aki’s motion on his own, grinding his cock against his firm thigh.
Angel buries his face into Aki’s neck as he sighs in pleasure. “Come on,” he mumbles, hands tugging at Aki’s shirt. “Hurry up and fuck against me already.”
The hot puffs of air against his neck turn Aki into a different beast. He keeps one hand on Angel’s hip, fingers digging into his ass, while the other slides to his neck to tilt his chin up. They pant into each other’s mouths as they rut against each other, the air turning hot and humid as their desire builds.
Angel’s hair is wild and tangled where it shifts over his bleary, red eyes. He looks like a wet dream, and Aki knows he’s going to jerk off to this memory of him the next time he finds himself with his cock in his hand.
“Fuck…” he gasps out as another wave of cold heat ripples through his body. “Fuck, I hate you so much, I hate that you do this to me—”
“I remember when you first came to interrogate me during one of my shoots,” Angel interrupts, his breath trembling as he moves his hips, readjusting his grip on Aki’s arm for better leverage. “You came—came in without knocking. I was wearing that white lingerie. The one with the high stockings that cinch around my thighs.”
He remembers that day. Angel had looked good, although it’s rare to find a time when he doesn’t.
His knuckles turn white where he grips Angel. “I wasn’t interrogating—”
“I could tell you wanted to fuck me even back then,” Angel whispers. “You stared at me for longer than you probably meant to, but you weren’t subtle. I could tell—”
Aki takes Angel’s face in his hand and roughly turns his head to the side to press more open-mouthed kisses to his jawline. Angel whimpers as his fingers claw at Aki’s bicep and along the nape of his neck.
“I could—I could tell you wanted me. Wanted to flip me over and fuck me right there on the bed even though we weren’t alone— right there, in front of all the cameras—”
“Jesus Christ, Angel,” Aki pants into his neck, his hips stuttering in their rhythm.
“—as if I would have let you. I wouldn’t have let you do shit—hell, you’re lucky you’re even getting me like this—”
“Fuck off, you’ve been teasing me all night,” Aki interrupts. His teeth graze against Angel’s Adam’s apple. “Maybe you didn’t want me in the beginning, but now you do. You’d probably let me really fuck you if we were in the bathroom right now instead of out here where anyone can see us—”
Angel’s moan echoes like a roll of thunder.
It makes Aki’s cock twitch where it’s pressed against the zipper of his pants, hard against the line of Angel’s body.
“Bend you over the sink and listen to you try to pretend like you’re not gagging for it,” Aki goes on, getting rather lost in the fantasy himself. “Stuff you full until you finally cut the act and start begging me to fuck you hard and fast so you can still feel me the next morning.”
“God…” Angel mutters against Aki’s ear, his voice a breathy groan.
“I’m right, aren’t I?”
“Ugh, fuck off. Arrogance isn’t sexy.”
Aki smirks against Angel’s neck. “You’re the one begging for me to keep moving.”
It feels good to throw Angel’s words back in his face, but his grin falls into something softer when he sees Angel roll his eyes. He shifts his hand away from Angel’s jaw to the back of his neck, his thumb stroking against the pillar of his neck.
“Not even going to fight me on that, huh?” he muses quietly.
Angel’s eyebrows are furrowed low over his eyes, but there’s a bleary sort of intoxication in them that tells Aki he doesn’t really mind a bit of teasing.
“Maybe I would be like that… but you’d be just as desperate.” Angel’s voice is a hoarse rasp as he says, “You wouldn’t let me go until you finish inside me.”
Aki hisses out a moan through clenched teeth, nearly reaching his tipping point when he imagines Angel on his knees with Aki’s cum dripping out of him and leaking down his thighs.
Aki brings Angel’s face close to his but doesn’t close the gap. He likes seeing all the little changes in Angel’s expression as they get closer and closer to their climax. He wants to keep admiring him, enjoying the way Angel’s long eyelashes flutter over flushed, ruddy skin, all while he glares up at Aki like he wants to devour him.
It’s good to know that it’s not just Aki who feels this insatiable need.
Aki savors the hitch in Angel’s breath when he curls his fingers into the red hair along Angel’s nape.
“You like that? Having your hair pulled?” he murmurs into the small space between their lips.
“Maybe,” Angel says a bit too hoarsely for him to play coy with any real conviction. “Not that you’ll ever find out.”
“Well, I think I’m finding out a lot of things about you tonight, so I must be a pretty good detective then.”
Angel puffs out a short laugh. “Forgive me, but this doesn’t feel like a very professional form of investigation, detective.”
He drops one of his hands from Aki’s neck and presses it firmly against Aki’s crotch. Aki sucks in a sharp breath between his teeth at the new stimulation, and he presses his forehead against Angel’s.
“You’re big,” Angel’s voice trembles as he moves his hand up and down, groping Aki through the fabric of his pants. “Would you even fit inside me?”
“—ll make it fit,” Aki’s barely able to mumble out between heavy exhales.
“Do you say that to all of your witnesses? Or am I just a special case?”
There’s a prickle of guilt in the back of Aki’s mind. It’s not professional—Aki would be reprimanded to hell and back by his chief if he knew—but Angel isn’t a typical witness. As much as neither of them wants to admit it, this case has forged them into partners, be it one way or another.
Aki’s eyelids flutter as he stares down at Angel. He wets his lip and whispers just loud enough for Angel to hear him over the music, “No. Just you.”
Angel’s wings give away his surprise. The ivory feathers fluff up, ruffled and flustered by more than just his arousal. Heat pools in Aki’s face, but he can’t take it back. Angel would know he’s lying.
“You—” Angel begins to say before sharply cutting himself off, his expression souring. The line of his brow furrows into something of a glare, but his lips are pressed together into a flat line.
Aki barely has time to worry if he’s completely ruined his chance to get Angel off because the next moment Angel brings both hands to Aki’s belt, eagerly undoing the buckle with deft fingers.
Aki’s heart leaps into his throat, and he can’t help but gag on it.
“Angel, wait—”
“What?” Angel snaps, his voice rattling. He toys with the button of Aki’s pants with his thumb. “Don’t you want me to?”
“Dry humping against a wall is one thing, but this, I can’t—we can’t just—we’re in public—”
“I want to know how you’d feel in my hands. Feel how big you are. How heavy you are…”
“Fucking hell, Angel—”
Angel palms Aki through his pants, running a finger along the length of his cock. “Come on, baby, don’t you want me to get you off? Maybe even use my mouth if you ask me politely enough?”
Aki moans, and Angel pops open his zipper.
Angel’s voice is laced with poison as he whispers into Aki’s mouth, “Don’t you want to use me?”
Aki’s eyes flash open. Fury sparks through him as he wraps his fingers around Angel’s wrist and yanks it away from his crotch, his thumb pressing into the pad of Angel’s palm. Angel’s eyes are wide, clearly startled by the way his feathers lift and poof up.
“No,” Aki growls, staring Angel boldly in the eye. “Not like that. Don’t make me like that.”
Angel searches Aki’s face, growing frustrated by whatever it is he sees. He rasps out a harsh exhale, one far angrier than before, but he doesn’t try to pull away.
“You are so frustrating,” he hisses, his lower lip wobbling ever so slightly.
Aki loosens his hold around Angel’s wrist, but he doesn’t drop it. “Then cut it out with the show. I don’t want an act, I want you.”
Angel grinds his teeth. “I’m getting you off, aren’t I? Isn’t that all that matters?”
Aki freezes. He stares at Angel, searching his face for any sign that he cares—cares not just about Aki, but about himself.
“You matter, too, Angel.”
The hand Aki has his fingers wrapped around curls into a tight fist. His wings flap against the wall, one singular beat that tells Aki he knows he can’t hide behind that wall of indifference anymore.
“Fine,” Angel whispers, his voice wavering ever so slightly. There’s a gleam of trepidation in his carmine eyes, but there’s honesty too; an honesty of desire. “Then I want you to kiss me.”
“I don’t—Angel, are you sure—?”
“Aki, please, just kiss me already—”
Aki doesn't hesitate this time, the needy whine of Angel’s plea spurring him into action. He pulls Angel in, crashing their mouth together. His hips start to falter from their steady rhythm, chasing the high of Angel’s mouth and body and hands.
Aki wants to experience all of it. He licks into his mouth and runs a hand up Angel’s torso. Angel keens when his fingers brush over a nipple, his nails arching across Aki’s skull and through his hair.
Every taste of him is ethereal. Every touch is divine.
Aki ruts against him, focusing on the placement of his leg against Angel’s cock and what position will bring him the most pleasure. He takes a step closer to crowd Angel even further against the wall, and shifts his calf in small circles.
Angel moans high and loud, his hips stuttering in their rhythm.
“Fuck, right there,” Angel pants against his mouth. “Don’t stop, I’m almost—”
Aki comes first. He slides a hand to the nape of Angel’s neck, and he pulls him into a hot and heady kiss. The taste of him keeps Aki’s hips jumping erratically throughout his release, wanting to keep Angel on his tongue for as long as possible.
Angel isn’t too far behind. His breath hitches into a short, high-pitched whine that leaks from the corner of his mouth as he takes Aki’s face between his hands and draws out their kiss. His wings flutter as he comes, thumping against Aki’s hand and the wall in a sudden release of pent-up energy.
They finally pull away from each other, but Aki doesn’t let him go far. Their breath mingles as they stare at each other, eyes searching the other’s face for any sign of regret.
Angel runs his thumb over Aki’s lower lip. It’s more tenderness than Aki was expecting.
He can’t make himself regret it. They shouldn’t have done it—it makes their tentative partnership all the more complicated—but he doesn’t regret it.
He likes Angel. He’s stubborn, and apathetic, and blunt, but he likes him. He likes Angel for all of those things.
He wants to kiss him again, so he does.
Angel doesn’t fight him as he brings their lips together. It’s a slow, deep kiss, one that reveals more of Aki than he’d like to show, but when Angel wraps his arms around his neck, it makes him burn.
When they fall apart, Angel strokes his thumb across Aki’s jaw. “This is going to make things messy.”
“Things are already messy,” Aki is quick to point out.
Angel gives him a chiding look. “Not like this. This can’t happen again.”
“Angel…”
“It can’t, Aki. It was fun, and I don’t regret it, but it can’t happen again. You need to stay focused. This—” Angel says, gesturing between the two of them, “—isn’t happening.”
“It already did happen.”
Angel narrows his eyes. “We hooked up. It’s sex, sure, whatever, but it’s not whatever you’re thinking this is.”
“And what am I thinking this is?”
“A dog and a picket fence?”
Aki snorts. “I can promise that I am not picturing you with either of those things, Angel.”
“Fine,” Angel says with a roll of his eyes. “A shitty apartment with a cat, then.”
Aki opens his mouth to deny it, but nothing comes out. It’s not a huge leap from their current situation with Angel hiding out at his place—yes, it’s a smaller-ish apartment, and yes, there’s a cat currently living there, but Meowy is technically Power’s, so that doesn’t count.
His tongue feels like lead in his mouth. “I… wasn’t thinking that.”
Angel quirks a brow but doesn’t argue. Instead, he gently pushes Aki away with a firm hand and looks down to assess the damage to their clothes. Aki notes the wet spot at the front of Angel’s pants and averts his gaze when he realizes his face is flushed with heat again.
“Ugh, this is going to be uncomfortable for the rest of the night. Let’s find a bathroom so we can clean up.” Angel glances up and sighs when he sees the expression on Aki’s face. “Clean up separately.”
“I don’t like what you’re implying,” Aki grumbles as he untucks his shirt.
Angel shoulders his way past him and quietly muses, “I think the problem is that you like it a little too much…”
An indignant sound rumbles in the back of Aki’s throat as Angel strolls away from him, his boots clicking against the vinyl flooring. He watches him slip between the throng of dancers with his wings folded flat against his back and make his way towards the dimly-lit hallway on the opposite side of the room.
Aki runs a hand over his face and slumps back against the wall he’d pressed Angel against just minutes before. He rubs at his eyes and quietly hopes that it will be enough to scrub the mental image of how Angel had looked at him from his memory.