Chapter 7: Wings of an Angel
It was three days later, when Michael woke again. He was barely able to move, and all he could concentrate on, was the dull throbbing pain coming from his back. Flashes of what happened went through his mind as he laid in bed.
It wasn't long, before his bedroom door opened and in walked his brother, dressed in his school uniform. "You're awake." he said, taking a few steps closer. "Mom, will be happy to hear that."
"I-I" he stammered, bringing his hand to his head. ""I don't u-u-understand?" he questioned, looking at his brother.
The older of the two moved, to sit on the side of the bed, before leaning in and whispering, "You've got wings." He received a confused look, before standing and making his way out of the room. "I'm going to go start a bath for you, I'm sure you could use it."
When his brother came back, he helped him up, and to the bathroom where a warm bath was waiting. He wasn't sure how comfortable he was with his brother stripping him of his pants, and lifting him to place him in the tub, but he really didn't have much of a choice, so he let it happen,
He sat there for a bit, slightly transfixed by the fluffy white wings, he now possessed, as he began stroking them. "The feathers grew in rather nicely." he heard his brother say as he leaned against the sink. "Three days ago, you just had bones sticking out of your back. Mom and I were worried about touching them, so we didn't really get to clean them."
Nodding, the red head reached for a small washcloth, hissing, when stretching started reopening his wounds.
"Stop." the older boy commanded, before moving to the side of the bath, and grabbing the towel himself. He lathered some soap on it, before sitting behind the younger of the two. "Lean forward." he said, and received obedience.
Lucifiel washed his brother in silence, until he got to the wings. "May I?" he questioned, gently running a hand over one of the wings. Receiving a nod, he began running warm water over the wings, trying to get the dried on remains of blood off.
"I've never seen wings so beautiful before." he stated as he continued cleaning them. When done, he began running his fingers along the bones under the white feathers, following them to the younger boy's back, tracing down his spine, before leaning forward and leaving kisses on a pale shoulder.
"I th-think I should get out." the young boy said quickly. He shuddered, as he felt the older smirk against his back.
Lucifiel stopped the other boy, as he tried to get himself out, and instead, lifted him gracefully, before placing him on his own feet and wrapping a towel around him. He helped him back to his room and into bed.
Once finished, he removed his now wet shirt, making the younger boy slightly nervous, until he saw the bandage wrapped chest. "W-what hap-pened?"
"This?" the dark-haired boy asked. "You made me your own personal scratch post and chew toy the other night."
"I'm sorry." the younger boy said, looking away. "Please don't be angry w-with me." He knew how his brother could be, and could only imagine how he would handle having the younger scratching and biting at him.
"I'm not angry." The older of the two said firmly. "I was so worried about you, I didn't really even notice it. You should retract these." he said, running his hands through soft feathers, once again. "Do you know how?" he asked, receiving a negative response. "Close your eyes. Ok, good. Now, lay them flat against your back, and just imagine that they are settling into your back."
The redhead did what he was told, and like they were never there to begin with, his wings were gone. The only proof that they were ever there were the slices on his back, and the now golden red markings that adorned his back in the shape of wings. "Beautiful."
Michael pulled away, a bit nervous about the others behavior. "You had us worried, you know? So, so, worried. I thought I was going to lose you." he said, crawling into the bed. He wrapped his arms around the other. "Just let me hold you." The red head wasn't sure if it was a request or command, but he just laid still in his brother's arms until he fell back to sleep.
A/N: I know it was a bit short, but I just want to try getting something out every week.
