Fallen Angels

Chapter Twenty-four – Flavors

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Yohji’s eyes narrowed and he reached down to pull his lover’s hand away from his young friend’s crotch, then turned to stare at the other blonde when a hand stopped him. “Omi??” his voice was high pitched with shocked surprise.

His eyes grew wider as Omi moved the hand from himself and placed it in Yohji’s lap, only to lean up and take the older blonde’s face in his hands and kiss him deeply. Then he leaned across and kissed the silver haired angel on the lips.

“Omi?” Yohji knew he sounded like a broken record but it was all he could get to come out.

“Yohji, I’ve always wanted you,” Omi told him looking him calmly in the eye.

“But you’re too young…”

“Old enough to risk my life every damn night, but not old enough to know who I want to love?” Omi cut in angrily.

“I… Omi I didn’t know,” the older blonde said looking down at the archer.

“I know you didn’t,” Omi answered his voice dropping and becoming calm again. “You were with Aya and you seemed happy. So I didn’t want to interfere.”

Yohji looked across at his lover who had remained silent, but he had a small happy smirk on his face. Yohji looked back at Omi and thought of the number of times he’d had to take cold showers because the younger blonde aroused him. Thought about his feelings for the teen. He’d always put it down to big brother protectiveness, but the shiver of lust he’d felt as Omi kissed him was anything but brotherly. Yohji looked at Enzeru again watching the studded tongue slowly lick over the soft bottom lip.

“You ran out of here pretty fast yesterday. Are you going to be okay with Enzeru?” he asked not wanting to hurt his lover but wanting to keep everything out in the open.

“I barely knew him yesterday, Yohji!” Omi exclaimed. “But yeah I think I’d like to know him better. And maybe the two of us can keep him away from Ken,” the archer snickered and the older blonde rolled his eyes.

“What about Nagi?” he asked turning serious again.

The smaller blonde sighed. “I don’t know. We really haven’t talked about being exclusive and I hardly ever get to see him. The rest of Schwarz might even kill him if they ever knew. It would be safer for him if I broke it off.”

Yohji shook his head. “Talk to him when they come back from this training thing see what he wants. You know he’s welcome here now that Aya’s gone.”

Omi smiled tentatively and leaned up to kiss the blonde again. “Thanks, Yohji.”

The ex-Detective looked at his lover. “Is this really what you want?”

Enzeru watched as the two talked, his grin widening as he licked his lips. Omi was sweet, like honey, but his lover was all musk and spice to his senses. The two set each other off perfectly.

When Yohji turned to him, he couldn't help but widen his grin at the question. He set a hand against Omi's cheek, the other to Yohji's, and kissed his lover passionately, thrusting his tongue into the open mouth. At the blondes moan of pleasure, pulled back and gently took Omi's lips in a deep kiss, teasing his lips with his tongue. When the boys' mouth opened for him, he thrust his tongue in softly and licked at the roof of his mouth, then pulled back again.

"If it is what you both want." He looked over their features, his thumbs caressing cheeks and lips. "You are both so strong, so beautiful, yet so different." He kissed Omi's lips softly and whispered. "Sweet as honey," then kissed Yohji. "Hot and spicy."

Yohji chuckled as he slid out from under the covers. He caught Omi’s hand in one of his own and then he placed the other against his lover’s shoulder. “Stay!” he ordered forcefully grinning when Omi giggled.

He led the other blonde off the bed and then back behind the silver haired angel. “Do what I do Omi,” he told the young man with a teasing smile.

Omi nodded confusedly watching as Yohji leaned up and whispered something in his lover’s ear.

“Spread your wings for us, Lover. You’re in for a treat.”

Enzeru grinned at Yohji and chuckled as he was instructed to 'stay'. He watched curiously as his lover led Omi off the bed and behind him. At Yohji's whispered words, a shiver ran up his spine as he realized what they were going to do. He settled down on the bed, sitting Indian style, and leaned forward a bit, spreading his wings behind him to give them better access. He closed his eyes in anticipation and let his head fall forward, relaxing.

At the first touch, he moaned and tipped his head to the side. Then came another stroke and caress, this one more hesitant than the last and he knew it was Omi. Small shivers ran through his body as his wings fluttered in reaction.

Omi watched as Yohji slowly ran a hand along the top of the black wing in front of him then ran it down over the feathers, threading his fingers through them. The blonde archer copied the move and was surprised to feel the shiver that ran through the wing and the moan from the angel in front of him. He pulled his hands back nervously when the wing under them fluttered suddenly.

“It’s okay,” Yohji grinned. “He’s enjoying it. Move down to the tip and work your way in,” the older blonde told him moving to the tip of his own wing. “Don’t worry if a feather comes out, it’s a dead one and will be replaced.” Then he smiled self-consciously. “Scared the hell out of me the first time though till I looked at the feather.”

Omi grinned back and moved to the end of his own wing. He couldn’t believe how soft the feathers were and the soft moans and the involuntary shivers from their lover were making him glad that he was wearing a pair of loose-legged shorts.

As Yohji got close to Enzeru’s shoulder he leaned in close again and trailed a tongue over the angel’s shoulder. “So Omi, if you taste like honey and I taste spicy. What do you think Enzu tastes like?”

The younger blonde looked at him wide-eyed then smirked and leaned forward to lick along the other shoulder. “Like the champagne I had at that Conservative Party banquet I went to,” he said his smile slipping for a moment and then coming back bigger as the wing he was caressing, caressed him in return.

Enzeru could not believe the sensations running through him. Every time this was done, the feelings were different, more intense than the last. He felt himself getting that lightheaded feeling again, his body felt supersensitive. When Yohji licked his shoulder he cried out in surprise at the electric current it sent down his side, then Omi did the same.

He pressed his hand against his increasing erection, wanting to take them both right here, but he knew his little one was nervous and Yohji was tired. He growled in frustration as he began to shift his hips to get more comfortable.

Finally not being able to take it anymore, he pulled Omi into his lap and brushed his bangs out of his face. He gently kissed his lips and ground his hips softly into the boys' ass, groaning against them.

"My little lover," Enzeru said as he licked and nipped at the boys' neck.

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End Chapter Twenty-four