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Someone asks Taiju if angels are real. He’s unsure of what to say, and would often give a humble smile as to not be left suspicious. He asks himself that too. Do angels exist? If he ever sees one, he doesn’t know what he’ll do. They say that not all angels have wings, nor that they are the epitome of goodness in the world. Some angels might fool you, disguised as a weak human who’ll take advantage of you. Angels may be devils too.
But not the one he sees lurking in the church halls when the mass has ended. There’ll be no next sermon for him just as he’s walking back to the convent. He and the young man lock eyes with each other, and there’s a question bubbling up in his chest that he wants to pronounce, until the church bells ring. Hair raises on his skin when the figure has gone after looking back to the other servants of the church who are calling him.
Taiju was still young when he entered a seminar, when he finished serving his time in the detention centre. While he’s working for the church, he finally loses all contact with his siblings, thinking maybe they have a good life of their own. So, there’s nothing to worry about. When he’s able to determine his own purpose, he can make things right.
He’s not all alone, and that is proven when the angel seems to follow him around. Is it just his conscience? Is he hallucinating when he never took any drugs? There is no doubt that his perception widened, his faith grows stronger when they finally stand face to face with each other.
That’s when he falls in love with Takashi. Hiding the truth from everyone is kind of perilous and unjustified. But if he just keeps spreading the word around, they’ll deem him a lunatic. There’ll be no respect for a young priest like him.
“How long have you been watching over me?” Taiju sits up on the bed, with his white shirt tucked in his black slacks. He’s preparing for another mass to be held, but Takashi is sitting by his window.
“When you started to be ordained. I don’t think you were ever convinced. You seemed troubled,” Takashi smiles. A soft, glowing smile.
Taiju believes he’s the only one who can see him. If someone hears him talking in his room, they think he’s bringing someone around. It’s quite outrageous. Living in this traditionalist world is often suffocating and unmerciful. He’d rather kill himself than battle with his feelings any longer.
He still held the mass that night with a heavy heart and doubts circling with his thoughts.
Wherever he goes, Takashi is by his side. He can’t speak with him or people might think he’s being intrusive, jumping on random people with his random words. He only spends his days in the convent, especially with no mass for him to lead. Takashi is admiring him with the eyeglasses whenever he reads and sips coffee in the afternoons. When they’re both alone, Taiju kisses him soft on the lips. A kind of secret confession he’s been longing to announce.
Takashi isn’t planning anything despicable, or something that may betray Taiju. He just doesn’t want to spend his whole life watching over people, and get to decide what is right for them. He never did that to Taiju, but watch him as a devoted guardian he is. When Taiju fell in love with him, he felt that love as if their minds are fused together and know what’s in each other’s hearts without communicating with words.
Perhaps it is fate. Except that he’s non-existent to everyone’s eyes, yet only Taiju can touch him.
Takashi watches the young priest with careful acts. Everything is measured like someone or something is watching over Taiju besides him. Taiju can’t keep living like this. He hoped he would have had to stay longer in the church, but Takashi makes it clear for him that he shouldn’t be alone. Now that they’ve been together many times without people knowing, Taiju is hoping no one would denounce their love for each other.
How he’s praying to God right now that he should be left alone and spend his time with his non-existent lover.
“Mhh! T-Taiju!” Takashi breathes in and out, trembling under Taiju.
“Does it hurt?” Taiju peers at Takashi with concern, brows furrowed. Both of them are panting as Taiju slides his cock deeper in Takashi’s hole. He winces and grinds, holding Takashi both by the legs.
“Oh…It’s good!” Takashi groans, his hand covers his mouth to appease any of his loud moaning. “I-I love you, Taiju…”
“Ha…I love you, Takashi,” Taiju smiles, his face heats up as he stares at Takashi with longing. “I love you since I laid my eyes on you. I have loved you ever since. And I’ll love you for as long as I live.”
Taiju thrusts slow and steady, leaning over Takashi for their lips to meet. They kiss, hard and long as Taiju’s pace quickens. The warmth of their bodies meld together, and they keep melting into each other’s kisses. Taiju kisses Takashi on his neck, blowing thrusts harder and faster, beautiful moans slipping out of Takashi’s mouth. Taiju rocks his hips up where Takashi’s body jolts with his eyes half-lidded, tearing up. They both ride the wave of pleasure in the midst of a peaceful night, and where God is solemnly watching over them.
There is no resisting from their inseparable moment, and it’s quite exultant. This is no sin, and they’re not evil. Perhaps in other people’s eyes. Taiju has been so grateful for meeting someone like him. Takashi has never been delightful before, not like how Taiju is caressing him like he’s a real human being. With the wish he’s been anticipating to be true, as long as he’s with Taiju, he’ll feel more alive than he ever existed in heaven.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”
Taiju sits inside the confessional box the afternoon his mass ends. He decides, once and for all, that he has to leave everything he had started behind. His voice is calm and a little sombre. The older priest has to lean closer to hear better of what he says.
“What’s troubling you, my child?”
“I’ve repressed myself for a long time,” Taiju’s voice cracks with a light regretful chuckle. “I thought this purpose is for me to pursue, but I fought myself from what I really want. I’ve fallen in love with someone. You may think I sound crazy but they don’t exist in this world. Though they stayed a lot by my side for as long as I can remember. I decided to leave the church.”
“If that is what suits you best, then do as you please. Falling in love is never a sin, as long as you keep loving them as you loved God in the first place,” the priest says. He doesn’t seem to be too surprised from Taiju’s confession, and only let his empathy guide him.
He leaves the church, the best decision he ever made. When days, months, and even a few years remain fleeting and changes in cycling seasons, Takashi is becoming more and more used to being with him in this humanistic world. It feels like going back to zero, but the new memories have become worthy to treasure. Taiju is certain that nothing could ever surpass what they have for each other, even society can’t disapprove of them.
The love of a human is far more exuberant than any isolation Takashi has made for himself.
Taiju finds himself a new place to stay from his self-earned savings and part-time jobs. He’s still near the city, and already planning to own a restaurant somewhere in Shibuya. Takashi doesn’t leave his side, not one bit. Even some nights that seem to be lonely, but when they’re both spending time with each other, a part of him is whole.
“Is it crazy to plan a future with you?” Taiju grins, his cheeks are light red. He’s feeling a bit tipsy from the beer he’s drinking. He has been promoted to a higher position from his job and is celebrating all by himself. Not exactly by himself, because Takashi sits with him by the table.
“Why would it be crazy? Because people don’t see me?” Takashi says, laughing. He has never seen Taiju drunk before. When Taiju was serving for the church, all he ever drank was coffee.
“I’d make a great husband for you,” Taiju leans on his palm, smiling encouragingly at Takashi. His eyes are droopy, but he doesn’t swerve away.
“Sure you do,” Takashi leans on Taiju, their faces becoming close. Then they kiss. Takashi is fully visible when Taiju’s with him, that the warmth of Taiju’s body excites him. He doesn’t ask for anything more.
Taiju sighs a deep, hot breath between their kisses, his tongue pressing past Takashi’s tongue and it both plays with intoxication looming around them. Taiju glides his hand up and down on Takashi’s body as he deepens their kiss, the slurping sounds play over the living room. Takashi moans softly from Taiju’s lips trailing over his skin, tingling kisses drops on Takashi’s neck down on his pale, smooth collarbone. Taiju groans from the kisses, inciting for more.
He slips Takashi’s tunic off his body and resumes kissing his skin as Takashi weighs on his lap. There’s nothing left on the silver-haired angel’s body. He’s deeply aroused by Taiju’s gentle touches on him. He’s so delicate and gorgeous at the same time, and Taiju can’t control himself any longer.
Takashi finds himself sitting on the brown, fabric couch, looking up at Taiju who’s standing before him and undressing. Taiju pulls up his cock from his boxers for Takashi to admire and thirst at. Takashi’s eyes become hazy, staring at the man’s large, veiny dick that pokes his lips. Takashi receives it with one full slurp and wrap of his tongue.
This is the first time for Taiju where this beautiful angel gets to please his cock, and it feels so good. His head is whirring for heaven as he rubs his pelvis against Takashi. His eyes are gleaming down on Takashi whose eyes are half-closed and head bobbing as he sucks around the thick shaft. He’s too flushed from the beer and too immersed with the deft mouth around his dick to think about anything else.
Takashi feels the dick’s vein pulse in his mouth, and moves his head back and forth a little quicker with Taiju’s hand yanking his hair gently as if giving him a massage. He holds Taiju's hips and moans with the cock thrusting languidly in his mouth.
“Do you ever think that we’ll also have to do this when we get married?” Taiju says in his soft and deep voice, gripping Takashi's hair, pushing and pulling his hair for more pleasure to imbibe them. “You’re mouth is just so fucking good around me. And you’re even more beautiful.”
Takashi moans, slurping Taiju’s cock with rousing precision. His body reacts to the compliment so much that his cock jerks against his bare belly. He blushes, sucks the cock hard, and pushes himself for his throat to reach the tip. The slurps turn louder and faster, and Taiju’s groans are syncing with the quick rock of his pelvis. Taiju keeps moaning while Takashi sucks him harder until a rush of circling waves scorches through his skin then he spasms. Takashi’s mouth pops from the cock spilling cum in his mouth and face.
“Such a beautiful angel,” Taiju says with his face flushed, staring at Takashi with his fingers gripping Takashi’s chin.
“Make love to me, Taiju,” Takashi quips, his tone is quite tempting as he gives Taiju a felicitous smile. “Hurry up. I want you…”
Taiju sits beside Takashi, grabbing him by the waist and kissing him passionately. The drunkenness subsides a little, his hands squeeze on the angel’s ass. He puts Takashi on his lap, guiding his cock between Takashi’s ass cheeks while their lips are still pressed on each other. The smacks of their lips resound once more, with Takashi whimpering from his throat as Taiju’s cock pushes halfway in his ass. Pleasure is taking over Takashi’s body, jolting from the cock slamming in him. Taiju wraps his arms around the angel’s waist and starts rocking his pelvis up, his cock scraping through the angel’s inner walls.
It’s so good, every thrust is a one-way ticket to irresistible rapture. Takashi’s mind is mushed and his senses heightened jovially as his body moved with Taiju slamming his pulsing cock in his ass, reaching for his prostate. He’s overly stimulated, and he can’t stop himself from moaning loudly.
Taiju huffs and groans with his ever resolute and vicious thrusts. He watches in adoration how Takashi’s body is moving up and down before him, moaning for his name, closing his eyes with furrowed brows because of either shame or pleasure. He slides his fingers through Takashi’s silver hair, moaning with him as he grinds ever harder, his hand wrapping around Takashi’s soaking cock.
“Hah! Taiju! Ohhh!!! Taiju, more!” Takashi shreds a rough breath, bouncing his body up and down while Taiju strokes his hard cock. He embraces Taiju whose body is so warm, sweating. He’s so blessed to be presented with such a burly body that he gets to be close with him every time.
“Mgnn! Oh, Takashi! My pretty angel,” Taiju groans in Takashi’s ear, bucking his hips and rubbing his pelvis against Takashi’s ass. The angel’s tight hole gape apart from Taiju thrusting deeper with his growing cock.
“Nghh! Y-Yes! I love you! I love you so much…I love you,” Takashi growls, his face burying in Taiju’s neck, blushing and sweating hard at the same time.
Takashi wallops his body on Taiju’s lap, the cock slamming into him faster. Their skin slapping and slapping while their moans tire each of their voices out. As they’re hitting the edge, Takashi arches his back, his grunt strains from his throat. He grips tighter on Taiju’s shoulders, a tight knot loosening in his stomach as his breathing becomes heavy then relaxed. White feathers flutter from the large wings on his back. Taiju stares at the ivory magnificence that’s billowing in the air.
“Takashi…” Taiju blinks at the angel’s blushing face, his smile softening. “You’re breathtaking.”
“And you’re the loveliest human that I’d ever met in this world,” Takashi sighs, smiling back at him. He slumps his shoulders in relaxation.
He moans and embraces Taiju ever so tight, his cock spills cum on his stomach and Taiju’s as well. The white wings glitter away from existence. Taiju blinks at the blank air in front of him, panting heavily, his lips touching Takashi’s shoulder.
“I’m yours now, Taiju,” Takashi whispers in his handsome, silvery voice. He kisses Taiju’s neck and continues pumping his body against Taiju’s cock. He claims Taiju’s lips, slurps and licks it while he fucks himself with his lover’s cock, moaning with him.
“I’m yours too, Takashi,” Taiju moans, roving his hands all over Takashi’s lithe, sinewy body. It’s the real body of an angel, and he can never get enough of it. “I love you…”
They both moan in ecstasy, moving their bodies ferociously as their sweat and heat mingle like they're always meant to be together. Takashi digs his fingers on Taiju’s shoulder, wrapping his legs around Taiju’s waist and pushes himself excruciatingly deeper in Taiju’s cock. The edge hits them over and over, multiple times, until the last one wears them out.
Takashi greets the morning as a real human being, filled with love and companionship. He had almost forgotten what he was then before meeting Taiju. He was often wandering all alone and seeing other people making different decisions with their lives. The heavens told him that his only job is to make people righteous all the time. He was that only angel who once gave a clear conscience to people without making choices that they’d regret later on.
Waking up beside his lover isn’t so bad either. Still, he has a few more things to learn since he’s planning to make them breakfast. He has to be a useful husband to Taiju someday. Thinking about that makes him blush and laughs to himself.
“What are you laughing about, Takashi?” Taiju puts his chin over Takashi’s shoulder and it startles the silver-haired man. He wraps his arms around Takashi’s waist and kisses Takashi on the neck.
“Oh, it’s nothing,” Takashi chuckles, a light red flushes on his cheeks.
“Really? You aren’t thinking about anything naughty?” Taiju laughs in his deep, handsome voice. He gives a peck on Takashi’s lips and shifts to the other side of the bed to wear his boxers.
“Why would I think of something like that? I told you it was nothing,” Takashi says, rubbing his nape, “I could’ve just remembered something funny when I was wandering to places.”
“Is that so? That’s cute,” Taiju smiles, his head turned over his shoulder with his genuine look at Takashi. “Come on up, let’s make some breakfast.”
“Sure,” Takashi beams, fumbling over the bed to look for his undergarments. He tips over to one side and groans. Luckily for him, Taiju catches him with his hands. His face flushed with embarrassment. “Sorry, it just hurts. My back…”
Taiju’s deep, majestic laugh rings in Takashi’s ears like some kind of melody. His heart skips a beat from it, and he hopes he’ll hear more of it as long as he keeps spending time with him.
“You’ll get used to it someday, my angel,” Taiju smiles over him, kissing his forehead.