The brothel on planet Sarkay had long lost its appeal to Whis after the Madam's culinary children passed away and the food was never quite the same standard again. Beerus didn't pay much attention to the drop in quality as the entertainers were ever-changing and rarely disappointed. Whis must have thought him insatiable when he kept requesting to return there, not having found another place offering similar services. He had no one else to ask for recommendations, seeing as his only other all-seeing eyes were a band of kais who all seemed to be a bunch of prudes. He had mentioned it at the last coordination meeting, and he'd been met with frowns. Something about not taking advantage of the lifeforms, blah blah. He wondered if perhaps they felt parental concern as their creators.

These days he rarely paid for any kind of sexual favour. In fact, he thought, they should be paying me instead! Over months he worked his way through the whole employee list, giving out massages, picking up tips, and perfecting his technique. He even had a few employees ask if he'd be choosing them so they could have an easy night that they'd enjoy. But he only picked a select few to return to; the ones that helped him to improve the most. Luckily the young man who wasn't far off Whis's build had some very good words to share.

It was only when he felt there was nothing more to be gained that he finally put himself forward to Whis again.

"Oh, so that's what you've been doing?"

Beerus frowned. "So you did just think I was a horny fucker!"

Whis shrugged. "What else was I to think? It's not like you told me why you were spending hours there every weekend."

"Well, I wanted to surprise you!"

"I am. I'm more surprised you managed to keep a secret from me."

Beerus wanted to say that he knew Whis wouldn't get involved in his affairs at the brothel, but worried that saying so would end up with Whis keeping a closer watch in future. Not that he intended to hide things within those walls again any time soon.

His hands moved almost of their own accord now, having been so well-trained to act when presented with a bare back. Now he was more communicative, asking Whis to tell him when he was applying the most enjoyable amount of pressure, and if he was lingering too long in one spot. But Whis didn't have much to say because Beerus was good now. He knew where to press harder, where to tread softer, when to move on to the next area. Whis couldn't help but let out a few sighs to tell Beerus he was doing a fantastic job.

The destroyer smiled at his work, but he didn't let it distract him. He had planned a half hour session and he wasn't even half-way through yet. Now his knowledge had been extended past the back, to the legs and the arms too. He worked down each limb steadily.

He had started at Whis's neck, at the trapezius, and now he would come full circle and finish between the shoulder blades, with the same muscle. It was his belief that you should save the best till last. Now he managed to elicit a moan from the angel. The sound was his trophy for all his hard work and it went straight to his dick.

WAIT WHAT?! No, no, no, no. That wasn't what was supposed to happen.

His fingers froze and he whispered aloud, unintentionally, "Oh god."

Whis was still humming in pleasure as he asked, "Something wrong?"

"Nothing. Just realised something." He forced himself to continue, suddenly trying very hard not to hear the sounds he'd been hoping for.

"What?"

Beerus's mind was all over the place, and he decided to focus on something he disliked. Yes! Something he'd figured out recently that he hadn't yet told Whis! Perfect. "Qui-te-la," he sounded out each syllable. "Te-qui-la."

"Well done, my lord," Whis said sarcastically.

"I hate tequila. Couldn't stand it, remember? I'm destined to hate that little mouse man."

"That's what you've been thinking about while massaging me?"

Beerus cursed his own stupidity. "N-no. I was thinking about what I've learned from the people of planet Sarkay, remembering our first pub visit there, and then it suddenly clicked into place." He should be awarded a medal for quick thinking, especially considering half his mind was focused on trying to keep his dick in check. Finally he let his hands leave Whis's body.

The angel turned onto his side, head propped up on one hand as he smiled at Beerus. Fuck. He's…! He wasn't going to let his brain process that thought. He was not going to let his brain think that word he was thinking of. No!

"That was wonderful, my lord."

God even his voice is laced with it. Laced with what? No, don't think about it.

"You pass with flying colours."

Beerus was so proud of himself, but he really couldn't enjoy the moment as planned. "Thanks."

Whis turned to be on his back, one arm behind his head, the other draped across his stomach. "I could lay here for a long time after that."

Beerus was doing everything he could to not look at Whis. When did he become this sexy?! He inhaled sharply. No! You're not allowed to use that word! "You do that, I think I'll take a nap myself." He concentrated very hard on making sure he sounded natural.

"You don't have to do that just for me."

"I just concentrated more in that half hour than I've done all week. I need a nap." If he said it enough it would surely be true.

Once he was out of the room he bolted up to his room, shoving his face into the blanket on his bed, letting out a muffled growl that morphed into a groan. What the fuck was that? He felt betrayed by his body. It was one thing to have his mind wander into dangerous territory. It was another to have his body respond like that.

It was probably his fault for repressing his thoughts so much that the only way he'd actually think about them is if his body pulled some shit like that. Well, fine. He flipped over, resting his pillow on top of his face just in case anyone was watching. Pretending he was in darkness also seemed to help.

I like Whis. Let's start with a simple fact. He knew he liked Whis, and had done since the angel had rescued him from his life of poverty. Sure they had little tiffs, days when Beerus was sick of his bullshit, but when you lived and depended on someone like he did, that was bound to happen. But somewhere along the way he had started to like like Whis? Uh, what does that even mean? Recently he'd noticed how much he wanted to please Whis – by being a better student, finding out more about the likes and dislikes of the angel that cared for him, and secretly learning ways to give back physically. He'd put all these things down to just wanting to be a better friend. Because Whis was his best friend now, right? Just a friend…?

"I don't want to fuck Whis," he said into the pillow, as if saying it aloud would make it true. The ache between his legs said otherwise.

It was probably taboo to fuck your angel, right? Why did Grand Zeno or whoever made them make them so attractive then? With such perfect complexions, such beautiful bone structure… Well, perhaps not all of them. But certainly Whis was one of the most beautiful beings he'd ever laid eyes on. When did it all go from appreciating aesthetics to wanting something more?

What do I want? Do I really want more than I've already got? The last thing he wanted to do was make it awkward between them. Not when they were in this for eternity. He did not want to fuck Whis. Because Whis doesn't like sex and I only want to do things that please him.

"Oh…" So that's why he'd been so fixated on the massage? It was the next best physical pleasure he could provide. And it came with moans.

Beerus mentally hit himself. That's not what I want. It was everything he wanted. How against the idea… Lord his cheeks were burning just from the thought that had crossed his mind. Would he mind if I… How would he even ask that?! …If I touched myself while I was touching him? He didn't even have enough hands to do that properly! A one-handed massage seemed a bit poor.

Just because he doesn't like sex, doesn't mean he wouldn't touch me. That was possibly the worst thought he'd had so far. Yes, let's just ask Whis to massage between his legs too. It's not sex, it's just a massage. He's clearly not interested in anything in that area, Beerus scolded himself. He'd been able to ascertain that much over the years. And surely, if Whis didn't mind offering that kind of service, he would already have mentioned it. It's not as if the opportunities hadn't been there.

He was reminded of that time he'd found himself turned on after a particularly good massage and he'd told Whis straight that he was going to get off. The angel hadn't offered to help. That's all he needed to know. I'm pretty sure Whis doesn't masturbate at all, so he doesn't want to hear any of these thoughts.

Yes, well I can still show Whis affection in other ways. A hug, a kiss… Whis had given him both – even if the kiss was part of a prank. Just telling him how much he enjoyed the other's company… And then…

Beerus sighed and rubbed himself through his trousers. He was never going to get anywhere sensible while his dick still had one hand on the steering wheel. Okay, but I'm not going to think about Whis while I do this. That orange rabbit girl. Short, curvy, with deliciously thick thighs. Nothing like Whis in terms of looks. The perfect kind of person to think about instead.

It was difficult to keep his mind in-line with his plan as he drew nearer to his climax. Thoughts of Whis keep popping up. Stupid, sexy Whis. The image of Whis post-massage was seemingly a lot more attractive than he'd first thought. Having that beneath him, Whis watching – no! Thick rabbit lady! Grabbing hold of those thighs! She was always so slick and welcoming. But what else could be that warm and wet? Maybe Whis's mouth – NO. God he was so bad at this. He might as well have just given in at the start and accepted he was smitten with the angel.

Moving on. He balled up the blanket he'd sullied and threw it to the ground – his way of communicating to Whis that the sheets needed changing. So, did he love his angel? In a romantic way? Or was his idiot brain really just that curious about fucking the one person who was on the 'do not fuck' list? Well, maybe there's more than one person on the list, but it's metaphorical anyway. Had he skipped the general romantic yearnings because he'd been so deep in denial?

What was he going to do? Pretend today didn't happen? Supress all of these feelings? Tell Whis. Tell Whis… Fuck. He forgot to do the big reveal about the massage lessons all being for Whis. Thanks, dick. Well, at least that would be a starting point for whatever conversation came next. Should he talk to other destroyers before that? Had Champa developed feelings for Vados? She must be like god to him. Maybe he should pay his brother a visit.

But if… What if Champa reported back to Vados, and Vados told Whis… He'd have to be subtle. Or you can just sort this out yourself. His next big secret plan was already forming in his mind.

Ooo

Beerus had decided to celebrate his birthday. With his brother. In Universe 6. They'd both long lost track of when their birthday was relative to the new calendar they lived by, and certainly had given up counting their exact age many years ago. While he was on Champa's planet he paid close attention to the interactions between his brother and Vados. He had decided that mentioning anything about his own problems was not happening. His lips were sealed tight. Instead he was going to project.

"Say, Whis," he said as they sped through the cosmos. "Has a destroyer ever fallen in love with an angel?"

"There have been instances," Whis said. "Why, my lord, did you have something to tell me?"

Beerus kept his cool, but was still glad Whis couldn't see his face. "No, I was thinking about your sister, actually."

"She's beautiful, isn't she?"

"Yeah – but I didn't mean me!" Beerus wondered if Whis could actually believe he'd choose Vados over himself. "I think Champa might be doting on her a little more than he should be. So, it's not like…frowned upon?"

"Not really. We never mention it to the higher ups, and not really to each other. It's generally kept between the destroyer and the angel. We're not all sitting here gossiping about our siblings, if that's what you thought."

"Oh, uh… Well I thought you might. You guys are always chatting away when we're not looking. I always wondered what you talked about."

"People, places, food. And sometimes we boast about our students. Or moan about them. Depends how things are going."

"Do you ever moan about me?"

Whis hummed. "Not yet."

"What's the supposed to mean?"

"When you're older and develop some annoying habits that irk me for millennia on end, then I'll moan about you."

"Tell me what those habits are and I'll try hard not to keep them."

"I appreciate the sentiment. As for your brother… Vados doesn't entertain such feelings very often. Maybe it's best for you to break that to him early before he gets too enamoured."

"I see. Thanks for the advice." He couldn't ask if Whis took after his sister in that department. It would be too risky to ask for that information. Unless… "Maybe I can find him another angel instead."

Whis cocked his head. "I've never heard of a destroyer falling for someone else's angel. I'm sure that would cause a lot of problems… Likely ending in a death or two."

That didn't work out as planned. He should have taken the joking route and asked 'maybe you can entertain him, Whis?' Still, this was interesting information. At least he knew no one else was coming for his angel.