A/N: So…although I would rather keep this at a 'T' rating, there are certain scenes that will come up soon that are going to be dangerously close to the 'M' rating, so I switched it just in case. Maybe it should be for Lovi's language alone, haha. But if y'all think it could still be considered rated 'T' when the time comes, let me know, yeah? Ta~!
When Angels Deserve to Die
What the...
I continue to stare, frozen to the spot as my mind attempts to process what exactly I'm seeing.
Antonio is leaning heavily against the doorway for support, barely able to even keep himself upright and whose head is bowed down from the pain as he gasps in short lungfuls of air with harsh, rapid breathes. His black dress pants are the only article of clothing that remained in tact, what looks to be a matching black dress shirt that is so fucking shredded that I wouldn't have been able to know what it was if not for the collar that is somehow still buttoned around his neck. The rest of it barely hangs onto his frame, allowing me to see all of the…all of the…
Bile rises up in my throat and I suddenly feel the need to throw up, yet I'm unable to tear my eyes away either.
H-His skin...
Fuck.
It…It looks like someone tried to open him up to find out just how the human body worked, but had no fucking clue what they were doing…
Just what the fuck happened to him...?
With a tortured groan Antonio crumples down to the ground and Emma immediately rushes over to his side to try and help him up, all the while muttering something to him in a frantic tone.
I remain frozen until I hear a resigned sigh to my right, my head automatically snapping towards the sound to see a tall man now standing besides me.
W-What the…where the fuck did he come from? He wasn't there a second ago.
I don't move away though, instead looking up at him cautiously, unsure what to make of the stranger yet. He doesn't seem like a threat though...
The man has blonde hair that's spiked upwards, his eyes an olive-green that are a lot like Emma's. He's wearing a simple black tank and matching cargo pants, while a contradicting blue and white striped scarf is wrapped loosely around his neck. Nestling in his arms is a small white rabbit, the animal carefully being cradled. Both of them are staring straight ahead at, what I'm guessing to be, Antonio and Emma. Though instead of looking panicked or even worried, the man looks, well…bored. Call me fucking insane, but even the fucking rabbit looks more concerned than the man with its head cocked to the side like that.
"I can't believe that fucking moron fell for such an obvious trap..."
I frown, the man's words catching me off guard. I mean…sure his expression is a bit bored-looking but still, I did not expect him to be so…well, uncaring about it all.
"Not now, Daan," Emma's voice snaps, and I look back to find her kneeling down besides Antonio, glaring daggers at the man next to me. Behind her Antonio is leaning back against the wall by the patio door, no doubt because of Emma's help. Not wanting to look at his chest again though, I instead focus on his expression. I frown, you can obviously tell that he's still in a great amount of pain…which is unsurprising, really. His eyes are firmly closed shut and his eyebrows are furrowed in pain, drops of perspiration gathering on his forehead. Although he did seem to be breathing much easier than before…his breathes coming out a little more evenly now. It looks like the new position helped somehow.
The man (Daan, I think?) snorts and I tear my eyes away from Antonio to look at him curiously, "Well, I'm guessing since Life isn't tearing through the walls yet-"
Emma lets out a frustrated sigh and I glance back to see her scowling, the expression not sitting right on her face.
"Honestly? Do you really think now's the time to-?"
"-then that must mean that for once the moron wasn't actually stupid enough to-,"
"Daan!"
"-give Life permission to-"
"Daan! That's-!"
"Enough."
The calm command is given so quietly that I almost don't hear it, but as soon as that one word is uttered neither Daan or Emma say another word. Slowly, I look over towards where Antonio was to see him now standing fully upright, though his back is against the wall. Despite his blank expression, I can't bring myself to look anywhere else, still not wanting to look at his wounds. Carefully, Antonio pushes himself off the wall to stand on his own, all the while his expression unchanging.
"I want you two to go to Italy immediately," Antonio mutters, keeping his blank gaze behind me, "Find every so-called 'angel' that you find there and take them out. I don't want a single one left. Is that clear?"
I blink rapidly in confusion. Wait…did he really say 'angel' just now?
Daan makes an annoyed 'tsk' noise behind me.
"Fucking moron. You know that we don't stand a chance if Life decides to-"
"That won't be a problem," Antonio cuts him off softly, his face and tone neutral, "By the time he even notices what's going on you two will have long finished."
"But Antonio-"
"That's an order."
Despite Antonio's tone remaining as blank as his expression, his tone somehow became so cold and so…so absolute that a violent shiver goes down my spine. Not out of fear, no…no, that definitely isn't it. I don't know what exactly the feeling was to be honest, but I just know that it isn't fear, though I also had no fucking clue as to why. Because at that very moment, everything about him: his tone, his eyes, the way he seems to carry himself as he stares past me…
Everything about him just screams 'dangerous.'
For a split second, I even forget about just how injured he is.
Surprisingly, Daan doesn't say anything more. I don't have time to be too confused about it when without warning, Antonio slumps forward, falling down onto his hands and knees. His hands fist themselves against the carpet, a pained hiss escaping his lips when he begins to curl into himself. Finally remembering just how injured the bastard was, I turn to ask Emma what the fuck we should do when I find myself alone with Antonio; Emma and Daan nowhere in sight. Antonio lets out a muffled moan, and before I can even think twice about it I'm already rushing over to him, immediately falling onto my knees when I'm in front of him. My hands quickly find their way to his shoulders, trying in vain to get him to sit upright again. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…this cannot be a good position for him to be in, dammit!
"C-Come on, stupid bastard, get the fuck up," I mumble out angrily, my efforts continuing to be unsuccessful. Fuck, he's not even budging. "You're going to fucking make it worse if you stay curled up like that, dammit…"
I yelp when his hand unexpectedly clamps itself around my wrist, his fingers gently, yet firmly, keeping a hold on me. Slowly, Antonio lifts his head up to look at me, giving me a weak smile when he finally looks at my face.
"There's no need to look so worried, mi querido…I'll be fine," he murmurs, his voice hoarse as his fingers briefly squeeze my wrist. "Just give me a moment."
I snort and roll my eyes, entirely unconvinced. Does he really fucking expect me to believe such bullshit?
Antonio lets out a small chuckle before pushing himself until he's sitting upright, resting his back against the wall again. The whole time I carefully watch his expression, but despite a wince from the initial movement, he seems better…better than I would've expected even. I frown, how is that even possible though?
Antonio is downright grinning at me now, taking the wrist that is still in his hand and slowly guiding it downwards, letting out a genuine laugh to my widen eyes when I figure out that he's leading it to his chest. I start sputtering out incoherent protests before Antonio gently cuts me off by briefly placing a finger on my lips with his other hand, giving me a brilliant white smile.
"Don't worry...it's okay," he promises gently, slowly moving his finger away from my lips. When I feel raised skin under my hand, I furrow my brow in confusion, the texture feeling strangely crusty. My eyes finally drift downwards to his chest and I start, shocked to find large expanses of dried blood caked across his chest, each of the more concentrated areas being around the same size and shape of the open wounds I knew were there earlier. B-But that's fucking impossible…there's just no fucking way that his wounds would just...close up like that! Not without there being proper stitching at least…
I rub the nail of my thumb over where it was rested on his chest, still having trouble believing it. The dried blood easily scrapes off and I watch in fascination when I find scar tissue buried underneath it. The scar looks newer if I had to guess, but still...it's completely healed over. How in the world…?
"I am Death itself…I cannot die. Not even if I wanted to."
I snap out of my daze to look up at Antonio's face, my face heating up when I realize just how close our faces were to each other. God, I hope my face isn't as red as it feels.
"I fucking know that you can't die, idiot," I snap weakly, refusing to acknowledge the confusing emotions now curling up in my chest. Antonio simply stares at me and I fidget uncomfortably, forcing myself to stare back at him despite finding it more and more difficult as the seconds tick by.
Finally Antonio furrows his brow in confusion. "I don't understand then...it's pointless to care. I would heal regardless."
An unexplainable anger seizes hold of me and I stop fidgeting, my gaze sharpening. "You can still feel pain." It wasn't a question.
Antonio frowns slightly but after a moment he nods slowly. "Yes." I don't move, stubbornly keeping my ground even as he leans his face closer to mine, his face so close that I can feel the faintest brush of his lips against my own. "But it's nothing I can't handle."
The scoff barely leaves my mouth when Antonio places a lazy kiss on my mouth, cutting it off. Flashes of something pass through my mind and I start, unsure about what just happened. My heart starts pounding in my chest, more and more of the strange somethings fluttering through my mind the longer his lips linger. None of them make sense though...remaining fuzzy at best. Are they images...? Sounds? I don't know.
Soon the pounding in my chest is on the verge of becoming unbearable and I clench my eyes shut, gasping in a shaky breathe as I try to regain control. Immediately taking advantage of my open mouth, Antonio's tongue darts inside, languidly sliding against my own like he didn't have a care in the fucking world.
That's when everything shifts.
Everything suddenly becomes too much and I can feel my mind desperately trying to find something, anything, to keep itself grounded through the overwhelming onslaught of these somethings. When a tongue runs itself along my bottom lip, part of the somethings abruptly focus themselves into startling clarity. There are warm hands are coming into into contact all over my now heated skin, touching everything that they could reach. It all feels so goddamn good that I can't help a moan from making its way up my throat, my heart pounding in my chest for an entirely different reason now. When the hands suddenly disappear I groan at the loss of contact, my eyes snapping open to see Antonio leaning back with a look of concern on his face. He continues to look at me with a look of concern before he places his hand on my forehead. An explosion of images and sounds and emotions consuming everything else in my mind. Images of dark rooms and flawless, naked skin coming into view as soon as the hand makes contact with my skin. Feelings of that very same skin rubbing against my own as pleasured gasps are coming from both me and my partner, filling up the otherwise silent room. My chest feeling like it was going to fucking explode with something as I look at their eyes. All of the visions being with the same person in every single one.
All of them with Antonio.
Once in awhile though, I see Antonio frowning, the room turning light instead dark. I can hear the sound of waves when that happens and in those moments he's sitting back against a wall, frowning at me. How did his lips get so far away...?
"¿Querido? Are you feeling alri-?"
I surge forward to capture his lips in a heated kiss with a groan. Much better.
Antonio goes back and forth between being relaxed and tense, so when he becomes tense again in the light I push him up against the wall, harshly biting his lower lip in order to snap him out of whatever it was that was keeping him from kissing me back already! I feel like I could sob in relief when I finally hear him moan, his body starting to relax as he starts kissing me back with equal fever. Fucking finally...
It's dark again when Antonio's hands start to make their way up my shirt, I firmly grab hold of his wrists and force them on either side of his head. He doesn't even resist, gasping loudly when I bend my head down to furiously lick and suck at his throat. I don't stop until I'm sure a dark bruise has formed, and when it's light again, I lean back and watch as it disappears in the sunlight, the bruise going from blue to yellow to nothing in a matter of seconds.
It's still light when I glance up, finding Antonio's lips damp and still somehow swollen, his breathing coming out in fast pants. His expression looks tortured as he gazes back at me though and I frown, going in for another kiss, needing that look to be gone. But before I can he tilts his face away at the last moment, briefly bumping his nose against my cheek before placing a soft kiss at the corner of my mouth. A second doesn't even go by before darkness starts to invade my vision, all of the sensations, images, and emotions fading away along with it, with only a blissful silence remaining. Antonio's low voice floats across my mind, the sound pulling me into a deeper slumber.
"Lo siento, mi querido..."
Then there's nothing.
A/N: Okay, so I did try my best but I know that towards the end of the chapter it was still probably a bit confusing (due to the fact that it was in Lovi's POV, it was bound to happen), but in case it still wasn't clear, I'll explain here. Lovi was experiencing all of these uh, rather steamy past memories with Antonio, but since they were all coming back to him all at once, he couldn't distinguish the past from the present, and that's why he looses himself for a brief period of time. Hence the OOCness. Basically, when it's dark, that's the past, and when it's light, that's the present. There is a reason why his memories come all at once like that, but you won't find that out until a later chapter (in case you were wondering). If you're still confused on any of that, and it won't give the story away for later on, PM me and I'll try to explain that part better :)
