A/N: I checked the poll and I'm so amazed that so many wanted this one updated so fast. There is some good egoist action at the last section, these first parts are Misaki searching for Akihiko Usami.

I hope you enjoy it and tel me what you think!

-Lucicelo

Chapter 14: Answer me...

Misaki spent days camping outside one of the openings of Hell. Vigilant in watching every single demon and guardian of death who wandered out. Crouched behind bushes a fair distance away. None of them paid attention to him. He used a masking potion to disguise his scent from anyone wanting a piece of him. One of the many lessons Takahiro taught him during training. His so called weak aura helped him out as well. He grew bored after the first day. Nobody of importance came out and Hiroki glanced at his direction whenever he left. He even stuck out his tongue before going on his way. Misaki didn't understand what Nowaki saw in him.

Giving up on the wait, Misaki thought on interrogating the next person who walked out. A young demoness appeared. Her long fiery hair in layers, red lips, and a black dress hugging the right places. Misaki hated to think it but she seemed easy to take down. Then again, assumptions lead to rookie mistakes. Her gender didn't toss away her ability to fight. From the stories Takahiro told him, demons matured through survival. Weak ones died during their childhood to teenage years.

Taking a chance, he jumped out of the bushes, his bow in one hand with his position to grab an arrow. He ran toward the demoness, she made no break for him. Turning her body to his direction, an amused smile on her delicate face. Her hand curled on her forearm, showing her pointy nails. Misaki stopped in front of her and pointed an arrow at her.

She tilted her head, chuckling. "What is a good little angel like you doing around here?" Misaki narrowed his eyes. "This is prime time for demons to roam about. I am giving you a fair warning before they start feasting on you." Peeking over her shoulder, she commented. "Any minute now." Misaki stayed put. "Ah, you haven't run off yet."

Misaki kept his voice leveled so he didn't stutter, he asked her. "Where is Akihiko Usami."

Second passed before she guffawed at his question. "You are asking for him? Oh sweetness, please don't search for your death so soon. You are such a young cute little thing. At least live for a few more decades." She wiped her wet eyes and sniffled. "Such an amusing little angel you are."

Misaki snapped as he moved his bow toward her heart. "I'm Misaki, not little angel!"

She put her hands up with a snicker, "My mistake, little Misaki." Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she grinned at him. "Aikawa Eri at your service. A pleasure"

Misaki used her name before he asked again. "Aikawa-san, where is Akihiko Usami?"

Aikawa shrugged her shoulders. "Who knows. Usami is a mystery to everyone. Half the time, I know his location through rumors and slight appearances during my walks. You have a better chance having someone inform him that someone on Earth was looking for him."

Misaki lowered his bow when he asked. "Can you please do that for me?"

"Do what?"

"Tell Akihiko Usami that I am looking for him." Misaki persisted. "I can't go inside of Hell anyway, but you can go in there for me."

Aikawa pursed her lips, her nose wrinkled at the thought. "I haven't had a need to talk to Usami in centuries. He assumes anyone who goes near him wants to fight him. I have no need to ruin my dress over a senseless fight."

"Please." Misaki bowed and said with determination. "He knows my older brother and I need to ask him some questions."

"Why not ask your brother if this is so important? Usami will think this is a call for a challenge." Aikawa curled her hand to grip Misaki's robe, she stared at the cave from the corner of her eyes.

A spike of energy blasted through the cave. Aikawa pulled Misaki aside toward the trees and thick bush. Misaki covered his mouth with his hand to stop his instinct to scream. Aikawa kept a firm grip on him, exuding her aura, covering Misaki's pure energy.

Bands of demons ran past them in a fury. Some few strolled along, slow in their walk as they observed the area. They didn't know Misaki was in the area. Aikawa blocked Misaki's aura away from them with her darker one. When every single one left the vicinity, Aikawa let go of Misaki's robe. He stumbled away from her. Trying to fix up his clothing from any residue she left behind.

Aikawa rolled her eyes while she tapped her nails on her hip. Any imprint left behind on clothing was on purpose or over a period of time. Her little contact with Misaki's robe accumulated nothing from her. Watching him from the corner of her eyes, he fumbled with his bow and arrow. She could dispose of him without any problems.

This angel trusted her more than she expected.

She let out a sigh. "What's in it for me?" Misaki turned his sights onto her. "I am not going to become a messenger bird for anyone. I have better sense than to make my presence known to Usami."

Misaki insisted. "Please, my brother won't tell me anything. I tried a few times to ask him but he shuts me out every single time. It's just so out of character for him."

Aikawa arched a brow. "Whatever happened between them should be kept between the both of them. Besides, your brother already made it clear that he doesn't want to talk about it."

"Which is why I want to talk to Akihiko Usami." Misaki stated.

She exhaled, rubbed her temples, this angel remained stubborn. "Fine. Don't come trying to find me to complain over Usami attempting to kill you." Misaki pumped his fist in victory. "A piece of advice. Never let your guard down around him."

Misaki sighed in exasperation. "You don't have to tell me. I'm not a newbie!"

"Whatever you say, kid." Aikawa drawled while she checked underneath her nails, "Usami has disposed of enough demons where the rumor grew into the truth. In the old days, he stalked angels during the stirring of the next war. It didn't grow into fruition. I'm assuming he got notoriety in Heaven. The descriptions of his actions have transcended centuries."

"Well, I never heard of him before my brother told me his name." Misaki declared.

Aikawa muttered, "That's strange. A century ago, angels ran screaming when they heard the name. Any of the generals for that matter." She stared at Misaki, noticing him messing with his bow. "Either way, this kid's mouth might get him killed." She sighed as she walked back toward the entrance.

"H-Hey! Where are you going?!" Misaki cried dropping his arrow onto the grass, he picked it up fast.

"Doing your errand." Aikawa waved her hand as she kept on walking. "Try not to get slaughtered before he tries contacting you in person."

"Ah! Thank you!" Misaki exclaimed as he jumped up and down in excitement.

Misaki expected his return to Heaven as a short one. After all, he had to check the gate for Akihiko Usami. The elders bestowed him a whole week worth of work. When he finished, he hurried back to the entrance. Through his trek back to Earth, he made sure no one followed him. Running through the forest and hiding himself through the thick trees. Attentive of anything suspicious which rustled the bushes and the leaves.

After he left Aikawa, she assured him on transferring his message to Akihiko Usami. He still held some doubt that she went through with handling his request. She hesitated through their conversation. Unhappy on locating the wayward demon herself. In fact, she warned him of his callous and unapologetic attitude. Famous for slaughtering anyone who annoyed him or got on his bad side.

In fact, she warned him of his callous and unapologetic attitude toward anyone he met. Not a very kind demon.

Fear coursed through him. Maybe meeting up with an awful demon on his own was a bad idea. One person knew about his location and it was Aikawa. Although, he didn't know she cared enough to come in between them.

"You must be the brat Aikawa told me about." Misaki gritted his teeth at the mocking tone. "In fact, you have grown weaker then last time."

Misaki recognized the familiar voice from last time. It had not changed. The dark energy spewing from him almost made him cough from the intensity. He gulped to wet his dry throat. It didn't help him much. In fact, he grew nervous the more he didn't gaze at the demon. His back was exposed for an attack.

Grabbing his bow and arrow, he turned around. Aiming his weapon at Akihiko. Those purple eyes stared at him in discontent. Already bored. He even took a puff of his black pipe. Misaki's cringed at the strong smell of ash and smoke coming to his nose. Everything about this demon overwhelmed it. Making him want to run for the hills. Well, away from the hills which contained the gates.

"Heh." Akihiko snorted. "At least, you have sense to keep your weapon drawn on me. You have some common sense, for a weakling."

"I'm not weak! Why does everyone keep telling that to me?!" Misaki hissed, furrowing his brows in frustration.

Akihiko blew out a line of smoke in front of Misaki's face. Misaki coughed and tried keeping his eyes open. "It's the truth." Tilting his pipe upside down, he tapped the ash onto the ground. He glared at Misaki with distaste. "What do you want from me? I don't fight amateurs. I want someone up to my level."

Misaki glared at him and aimed his weapon to Akihiko's chest. "Just to answer some questions for me."

"If you're here to ask me about some angel I might have killed, you're out of luck. I don't remember anyone after I dispose of them." Akihiko checked his pipe, he contemplated changing the mixture he used for his tobacco. "I need a new blend, this is turning disgusting."

Misaki blurted out before he stammered. "You know my brother!"

Akihiko arched a brow. "Who?" He refilled his pipe and lit it up again. No use wasting it. "Can't be anyone that important."

"Takahiro Takahashi."

Akihiko grabbed a handful of Misaki's robe and pulled him up. "You know about Takahiro? Where is he?" He dropped his pipe onto the ground, ignoring the smell of burning grass.

Misaki struggled to get free as he uttered. "Y-Yes." His bow and arrow dropped to the ground in order for him to pull Akihiko's claws from his clothes. "Let me go! I can't go back with destroyed clothes. Someone will ask questions."

"You better start explaining what's going on with him." Akihiko growled. "I have gone centuries without hearing anything from him. I deserve an explanation."

They remained in the same pose. Akihiko's dark gaze peered into Misaki's widened pair. His nails burned through the fabric of Misaki's robe. The bright red light coming from Akihiko's hand caught Misaki's attention. In a frantic burst of panic, Misaki slapped Akihiko's face. The demon released him and Misaki fell onto the ground. No sounds came from Akihiko, he stayed composed as his hands twitched. Glowing even redder, his fury building up inside. Ready to slay Misaki on the spot.

Misaki got down on his knees and patted out the fire with his hands. Not even caring that he got slight burns on his palms. Misaki flinched. The soreness making itself apparent when he picked up his bow and arrow. He heard crackling. His eyes widened when he saw the familiar red hue. Bolting on his feet, Misaki held his weapon, ready to strike.

Akihiko cracking his fingers, creating sparks which fell onto the grass. "You made a big mistake. No one strikes me and lives."

Misaki's hands trembled, he gulped when he delcared. "Kill me and you won't know a thing about nii-san. You have no one else to tell you anything after I'm gone. Besides, nii-san will never forgive you when he finds out."

Akihiko narrowed his eyes, stating. "Explain."

"No, you explain." Misaki demanded. "I looked for you to ask you questions. Um—Please?" He added as an afterthought.

Akihiko went silent, observing the angel in front of him. Plenty of angels he met cowered under his feet. Pleading for their lives while trying to find a way for him to lower his ground. Such an occasion was rare. He learned from his mistakes when he was young.

"Can you stop making your hands glow?" Misaki asked, "I don't feel comfortable."

"Ask away." Akihiko retreated the glow from his hands, keeping them on his sides. "I don't have all day to play games." He crouched down and snatched up his pipe, grimacing at the lost tobacco.

"How do you know nii-san?"

Akihiko answered fast. "When he first received his wings, he caught me during a hunt around this area. Nothing special."

"From what Aikawa-san told me, you kill people on sight."

"As a brat, I killed anyone who stared at me the wrong way. Now, where is Takahiro?"

Misaki answered awkwardly. "He's in Heaven."

"Do you know when he's coming back?"

"Never." Misaki informed him. "Nii-san has not set foot out of Heaven. You might never have a chance to see him."

Akihiko sighed. "Good to know." He accumulated energy into his hands and blasted the ground.

Misaki coughed from the onslaught of dirt of grass blocking his face. When it dissipated, Akihiko Usami disappeared.

Hiroki pulled Nowaki on top of him. His red tail curled around Nowaki's waist, keeping him from escaping his grasp. Nowaki chuckled and caressed his face. Giving him the same old smile he grew accustomed to. All these peaceful days, calmed down Hiroki's spirit. He wanted nothing more than to remain on the grass, encased in Nowaki's embrace. Letting the angel shower him with affection and love. In earlier decades, he let no one catch him in such a vulnerable position. His back on the ground and no weapons at arms reach. Either way, his sharp nails served as a last resort.

This angel laying on top of him placed full trust in him. Permitting his sharp nails to trail along his body. At times, he pressed his nails a little hard. Nowaki bit along Hiroki's neck. A silent playful activity they developed over their time together. He touched any exposed skin. Relishing in the softness of Nowaki's skin. He pushed up Nowaki's toga and gripped his ass. Nowaki giggled and kissed him. Wrapping his long arms around the demon's neck.

Nowaki lifted himself up for a moment to shrug off the top part of his toga. During these times of relaxation, he sometimes took off his clothing. He helped Hiroki push up his shirt, giving him the hint to take it off. Hiroki sat up and removed his shirt moments later. They laid back down on the grass, sharing another set of kisses.

Hiroki teased him with a small smile. "If I didn't know any better, you want me to take all of my clothes off."

Nowaki kissed his cheek with a grin. "It's not fair that I expose my chest and you don't take off your shirt. I like the view from my position." He used his fingers to trail down Hiroki's cheek. "Very handsome."

"Flatterer." Hiroki muttered, Nowaki kissed his cheek again. "You're going to awaken something you don't want."

"Maybe I do."

Hiroki arched a brow and reached in between their bodies. "You have no clue what I am thinking."

Nowaki blushed and gulped. "I know. We have talked about this before."

"The old propaganda comes back whenever we try anything. All you have to do is tell me no, I'm not going to force you into anything." Hiroki reached around Nowaki and untied his belt. "We don't have to do much."

"Not too much?"

"No."

"O-Okay." Nowaki stammered as he removed his toga. "Nothing too extreme?"

Hiroki told him. "Just masturbation." He teased the corners of Nowaki's loincloth. "You control everything and I'll limit where my hands can go." He patted Nowaki's hips. "They will be right here, I might move up your back."

Nowaki nodded his head as he unzipped Hiroki's slacks and pulled them down. His eyes widened when he realized Hiroki wore no underwear. Hiroki's half erect cock twitched from the exposed air. When he touched it, Hiroki hitched his breath. He stared up at Hiroki in shock and Hiroki averted his eyes with a blush.

"No underwear?"

Hiroki scowled as Nowaki took his hand away. "There is no way I can put on a loincloth under these slacks." He raised up his hips and Nowaki slid them off. "Too tight." He tugged Nowaki's loincloth with a smirk. "Are you going to keep these on?"

Nowaki removed his own underwear and placed with the rest of their clothing. He hovered over Hiroki's nude body and bit his bottom lip. Contemplating on where to start, he decided on kissing Hiroki. Hiroki rubbed his sides, encouraging him to keep on going. Through each kiss, the temperature rose between the both of them. In between their kiss, Hiroki reached out his hand and pumped Nowaki's cock. It reacted through his ministrations Nowaki gasped out loud and gripped the grass underneath them.

Hiroki opened his legs wider and Nowaki got in between them. Lowering his body, Nowaki brushed their cocks together. They kissed again and moaned in each others mouths. Grinding their bodies together. He experimented on the speed and the pressure. Staring at Hiroki's facial expressions and moving according to what Hiroki reacted. He licked down his neck, nibbling behind Hiroki's pointy ear. Hiroki dug his fingers into his skin, avoiding the usage of his nails.

Hiroki turned his face toward Nowaki and bit his lip. Tugging it before he licked them. Nowaki connected their lips again and again.

Nowaki ground his hips downwards in a continual rate. Panting out Hiroki's name as their cocks brushed against each other. "H-Hiro-san!"

Hiroki gritted his teeth as he kept his hands on Nowaki's waist. Holding back on his usual strength, he curled his toes. Nowaki kept on rutting against him, controlling the speed and the pressure. He tilted his head back and let out a loud moan. As his peak reached up to the highest point, his mind went blank. He couldn't think of anything else. Other than the angel giving him pleasure.

He managed to ask Nowaki. "C-Close?"

"Y-Yes!" Nowaki cried as he kissed Hiroki's shoulder and sped up. "Very close."

Hiroki wrapped his legs around Nowaki's butt and pulled him tight to his body. Their bodies molding together as they gave themselves into the sensations. They came at the same time, their stomachs coated in their cum. Nowaki's wings were released and feathers fell on top of their bodies. Hiroki caught it the moment it happened, he almost didn't believe it happened until he touched those wings.

Nowaki slumped on top of him. After they shared a deep kiss, they both caught their breath and relaxed in each others arms. Nowaki placed his cheek on Hiroki's chest. Sighing in bliss and ready to fall asleep.

Hiroki caressed Nowaki's white wings, relishing in the softness of the feathers. "Just so you know, you still have them." He moved his body to make himself more comfortable on the grass.

"Hmm?" Nowaki said in content, kissing Hiroki's skin.

Hiroki smiled lightly, he explained. "Your wings. You have them on your back and your halo. Nothing is any different."

"Good." Nowaki wrapped his arms around Hiroki and scooted up enough to burrow his face in the crook of Hiroki's neck. "Good...to know."

Hiroki ran his fingers through Nowaki's hair. "You were the one worried about having them fall off. This is your reaction to all that worrying?" Nowaki started to snore. "Damn, you've been real repressed for years Nowaki." He pressed his lips on the top of Nowaki's head.

Cherry blossoms floated down onto their bodies. He brushed them aside but most accumulated on Nowaki's bare back. He continued on caressing Nowaki's bare back. Staring up at the branches and the ever blooming blossoms which fell onto them.

Hiroki muttered as he closed his eyes. "I could get used to this."

TBC