A/N: Hello again everyone! A new chapter is here! :D

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We're starting to close in one the finis line, but we still have a handful of chapters to go.

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James and Logan were back in human form, their arms around each other, legs entwined, and their bodies aligned.

The fire in Logan's chest roared, and he smiled. "I'd very much like to kiss you again."

James grabbed Logan's face and brought their mouths together, and when their tongues met, Logan groaned and James gasped. Logan tilted his head and deepened their kiss, holding James tighter. His fingers skimmed under his shirt at his back, and James shivered, so Logan did it again. He let his hand crawl up under the fabric, feeling his skin, his spine, his shoulders.

With a grunt, James rolled Logan onto his back and pressed his weight onto him. Logan's legs fell open and he rolled his hands down over James' ass, their arousal evident and hard between them.

James groaned, their kiss faltered. "Oh, Heaven's mercy."

Logan laughed breathlessly. "I think I can see what humans have made such a fuss about all these years."

James kissed him again. "I've been such a fool. We could have been doing this for a thousand years."

Logan met his gaze. He saw only truth and adoration in his hazel eyes. "We have thousands more."

"I've never done anything like this."

"Me either," Logan admitted. "We'll find our way through it together. We have time." He pulled him in for another kiss. Slower this time, deeper, but no less passionate.

They rocked their hips. They held each other tight and found a rhythm all their own. The pressure in Logan's body grew and they were heading toward a pleasurable end. Logan slipped his hand between them and rubbed it against James' cock through his pants.

James shuddered and gasped. His eyelids fluttered. "Oh...oh…"

So Logan deviously shoved his hand under the waistband. It was awkward and there wasn't much given the fabric, but he wrapped his fingers around James' cock the best he could.

He was rock hard and silken. And so, so hot.

James was apparently incapable of kissing through it. He pressed his forehead to Logan's and thrust. His eyes were closed until Logan pumped his fist. His eyes shot open, dark and demanding, his lips wet and swollen. His cock pulsed in Logan's grip, and he came.

In all his years, in Heaven or on Earth, Logan had never witnessed a more beautiful sight.

James arched and cried out in pure, unadulterated bliss. His eyes rolled back into his head, and warm wetness covered Logan's hand.

Oh. Heaven's mercy indeed. The sight of him, the sounds he made, the scent of his sex.

Logan was so close to the edge.

But then a final shudder wracked James' body and he thrust against Logan at just the right angle, with just the right friction...and Logan saw stars as ecstasy exploded inside him.

He bucked under James and gripped his ass, pulling him hard against his groin. Right where he wanted him, needed him, and Logan came.

He'd never known a pleasure like it. His body felt alight with liquid fire, and if he wasn't sure he was a human on Earth, he would have sworn he ascended.

When his world righted itself, James was staring down at him, his face full of wonder. He kissed Logan, soft and lingering. "We are so going to do that again."

Logan chuckled and rolled them onto their sides, kissing him with smiling lips. "We should shower."

"We should."

"Together."

James' eyes lit up. "Is that a thing?"

"Oh yes. It's a thing."

"Both of us in the shower at the same time, naked?"

"That's generally how showers work."

James growled at him playfully. "Sarcasm does not become you."

Logan laughed and rolled off the bed and peeled his shirt off as he walked to the bathroom. "You can stay there fully dressed if you want," he teased. "But I'll be in here, naked as naked can be." He stopped at the door. "And wet. Naked and wet."

James scrambled off the bed, and Logan laughed as he walked in. He threw his shirt in the hamper, turned the water on to get hot, then he pulled his boots off. He began to pull his jeans down when he noticed James had stopped, his hand at his shirt as though he'd lost all train of thought.

"You okay there?"

"Oh," he said slowly. "I'm so much better than okay."

Logan could feel some nervousness coming from him, which was probably natural, given this was all so new. He pulled his jeans and briefs off and then his socks, standing there completely naked. And then, because James was now gaping and because he could, Logan leaned over and kissed him. "Are you okay with being naked right now? We don't have to shower together if you're not ready for that."

He blinked and snapped out of whatever trance he was in, and he hurried to pull his shirt off over his head. "I'm so ready."

Smiling, Logan walked into the shower and washed the stickiness away, and then he shoved his head under. When he opened his eyes, James was absolutely naked and glorious, standing right in front of him.

"I meant what I said before," James said. "In Peter's office. I meant every word. I will probably drive you crazy, and I will undoubtedly do stuff that makes you mad. But it's not because I want to upset you. It's because I'm clueless."

Logan took his hand and pulled him under the stream of water, flush against his body. Logan held him close as he kissed him, soft and slow. "Don't speak of my twin flame that way."

"Mm," James hummed dreamily. He opened his eyes slowly; water beaded on his lashes. "I was talking about myself."

Logan chuckled. "I know. But, still. Stop putting yourself down. You're not clueless, and you're not broken, James. You're perfect."

He blushed but looked away, very clearly not agreeing.

"Hey," Logan soothed, lifting James' chin so he'd meet his gaze. "You're perfect, James."

"No, I'm not," he whispered. "But I want to try to be. For you."

Logan kissed him with smiling lips. "You already are. Just as you are. And if I have to spend the next thousand years proving it to you, then that's what I'll do."

James studied him for a moment as the steam swirled around them. "I don't know what I ever did to deserve you."

"I could say the same about you."

"And you'd be lying."

Logan smirked. "Angels cannot lie."

James skimmed his hands down Logan's back, over his ass, and back up to his waist. "Your body does not lie."

Logan laughed and grinded against him, their erections pressed deliciously from between them. "Neither does yours." Spurred on, he pushed James against the tiles and kissed him hard. He pinned his hands above his head and James gasped, his cock pulsed against Logan's.

Logan groaned and grinned as he kissed him, and they kissed for ages, making up for lost time. He was so turned on, everything he'd always wanted was in his arms right that second. He let his hands drop to James' face, pressed their foreheads together, and tried to catch his breath.

His body felt electric, charged with desire and a need for more. The flame in his chest danced. "I want to do everything to you, with you. I want to learn every inch of your body, I want to taste you-"

James groaned and his cock pulsed again. "Oh sweet mercy, I think your words might kill me," he murmured. "My knees feel funny. Why do my knees feel weird? Like wobbly or something. Is that normal?"

Logan laughed, and reaching over, he shut the water off and reached for a towel. "Come on."

"No, wait! Where are you going? I liked it in here with you very much."

Logan threw a towel at him. "If you're lying on the bed while I put your dick in my mouth, then you can't fall over."

James' breath left him in a rush, and he wobbled but leaned back against the tiles. "Oh. Yes. Lying down. Good idea. And Logan?"

Logan paused from drying himself. "Yes?"

"You should probably wait until I'm already lying down before you say things like that to me." He dabbed the towel to his forehead. "My legs feel somewhat gelatinous, and my head is fuzzy."

Logan laughed and walked back into the shower. "Stay there." He used his own towel to dry James. He was tempted to simply drop to his knees right there, but if James was already like Jell-O, lying down was probably a good idea. Logan dried him roughly, and when he patted down James' legs, he dabbed the soft towel to James' balls.

James' eyes closed and he licked his lips, and Logan couldn't resist…

"Now turn around and I'll do your back."

James whimpered but managed to turn around and face the wall. He put his palms to the tile, his forehead too, his feet spread wide. Logan wiped him down, rubbing slow and thoroughly, making a show of it. Only this time, he followed each swipe of the towel with a soft kiss. His nape, his shoulder, his spine, his ribs, his ass.

By the time Logan was done, James could barely stand. Logan turned him around and took in the glorious sight of him. His eyes were dark and wanting, his lips parted with desire. His cock was erect.

Logan really wanted to taste it.

He dropped the towel, took James' hand, and led him to the bed. "Lie down."

James sat and quickly scooted up until his head was on the pillow, and then his eyes drew down Logan's body. "Oh my."

Logan gave his hard cock a stroke. "This is what you do to me. You turn me on."

James swallowed and visibly nodded. "You're so beautiful," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Logan put one knee on the bed, then the other, and he crawled up between James' legs. He kissed each thigh before pausing at his prize. "May I taste you?"

James put his hand to his forehead. "Well, I'm pretty sure I'll expire if you do. And almost certain I will if you don't. Logan, please."

Logan wrapped his fingers around the base of James' dick, marveling in the heat of it, how hard it was, and how it would pulse and jerk in his touch. He leaned down and inhaled the scent of him. It made his own cock throb. "I've never done this before, so apologies," he said, then licked the frenulum.

James' whole body jerked, so Logan did it again, licking some more of his shaft this time. He worked his way up to the head and finally tasted his reward. "Mmm," he hummed at the taste.

Then he opened his lips and sucked him into his mouth.

James' back arched. "Oh!"

So Logan did it again, pulling back a little, then sucking down a bit more. It was strange to finally be doing this, but it felt so right. And it was a powerful thing to know he could command James' entire body with his touch.

Logan sucked the tip and pumped his hand around the base. James fisted the sheets at his side and made a strangled whining sound.

Logan pulled off and pumped him some more, watching as James' cock spilled onto his stomach. Watching his face, his whole body contorted with pleasure as he came.

Knowing he'd done that to him was a potent and arousing thing. His own cock reminded him painfully of its lack of attention. He climbed a little further up James' body and knelt, his cock pointing at the mess on James' stomach. Logan took James' hand and, linking their fingers, wrapped their jolted hand around Logan's erection.

A few pumps were all it took and he came too, painting stripes on James' skin. He collapsed onto James, smearing their mess between them. But Logan didn't care. In fact, he liked the smell of their sex.

James wrapped his arms around Logan and kissed his neck. "That was the best thing I've ever seen."

Logan chuckled but couldn't lift his head just yet. "Now it's me who's gelatinous."

James laughed, and eventually, their breathing returned to normal, and the room stopped spinning for Logan. He propped his head on his hand so he could look James in the eye. "We're going to need another shower."

"I don't mind. I'm rather fond of human showers."

He was so handsome, and Logan still could hardly believe that this was real. After all this time, here they were. "I'm not dreaming, am I?" he asked. "This really did happen?"

James blushed a little. "If you're dreaming, then so am I."

Logan put a hand over James' heart. "You can feel the fire here?"

He nodded. "Yes."

"Mine burns for you."

James' pupils dilated, his nostrils flared. "As mine does for you." He swallowed hard and scanned Logan's face. "I tried to deny it for so long. It never went away, but I guess I learned how to ignore it for all these years. It's always been a part of me, though."

"Same." Logan kissed him softly. "Does yours feel different now?"

James closed his eyes as he inhaled deeply. "Not really different. It does feel better...or deeper. I think that's just because our chests are so close."

"Hmm, maybe." Logan ran his nose along James' jaw, simply because he could. "I guess I just expected something crazy to happen. Or change. I don't know. Now that we've stopped fighting it." He kissed the soft skin just under James' ear, and he writhed in response.

"Oh wow," he breathed. "These human bodies are something else." He craned his neck to give Logan more room. "Why does that...oh my word. Why does that feel so good?"

Logan's cock began to harden again, and he rolled his hips seeking more friction. James surprised him by rolling them over so he was on top. His eyes were dark and playful, his lips parted. Logan spread his legs wide and lifted his knees toward his chest. It felt so natural and it aligned them in ways he couldn't have imagined.

James grunted as he devoured Logan in a kiss. Passion blazed between them, and they rocked and rubbed against one another, their tongues entwined, their arms wrapped around each other tight. Logan could only imagine what it would be like to have James inside him, how good it would feel, how complete it would make them.

He could picture it, and he wanted it so bad. "James, I…"

James pulled back and took both their cocks in his hand. Their lengths pressed together, one slide, one pump was all it took.

They collapsed in a sweaty, sated heap and showered again. It seemed now, once they'd started, they couldn't bring themselves to stop. Sometime later that evening, they did manage to nap, where James fell asleep with his head on Logan's chest. They woke later, ignoring their sexual needs long enough to pull on some boxers and find some fruit and crackers in the kitchen. Again, James pressed himself right up against Logan, his face fitting perfectly in the crook of Logan's neck.

"I think this spot right here," he murmured, "was made just for me."

Logan laughed as he rubbed James' back, reveling in the sheer simple wonders of a hug. "I'm sure of it. And I'm glad we have the weekend because I don't want you to be anywhere else."

"The weekend?" James asked. He pulled back to look Logan in the eye. "Do you mean we have to go back to work on Monday? Is our assignment not over?"

He shook his head. "It can't be. Because we're still here. If it was over, we'd be in Heaven right now."

James frowned and snuggled back into his spot against Logan's neck. "Well, this feels a lot like Heaven to me."

Logan kissed the side of his head. "Me too."

But Logan began to wonder...if the assignment wasn't over, then what was the assignment? Because James had finally accepted his fate. He wanted the twinned souls, he'd asked for it.

So...if that wasn't the assignment, then what was? If James was the soul they had to save, what else did they have to do?

Saint Peter's Office

"Oh, this isn't good." Pravuil looked up from the huge Manual. The angel fixed his glasses and searched the room for Saint Peter and found him in a cheerful conversation of self-congratulations with Kendall, Barachiel, and Ridwan. "Uh, guys?"

"Yes?" Saint Peter replied, mildly irritated at the interruption. "What is it now?"

"There's a subclause to the subclause," Pravuil said, pointing to the page they'd been reading. Everyone else had gone on about their business once Logan and James had disappeared, but Pravuil had thought something wasn't right. As the record keeper of Heaven, he'd done a lot of reading. Not the whole of the Manual per se, because it was long and all rather tedious, but he'd read enough to know something was amiss. "And another subclause."

"In regards to?" Ridwan asked.

"To the twin flame."

Saint Peter frowned. "What do you mean a subclause to the subclause to the subclause?"

"Well, I thought I remembered seeing something about when the process is complete, though it was many, many years ago, and I couldn't quite remember the specific details. My early Sumerian isn't up to what it used to be. I really should take a refresher course-"

"Pravuil," Peter snapped. "The point, please."

"Oh. Yes, well...the bond between James and Logan isn't complete."

Saint Peter blinked. "What?"

"As per subclause chain to the subsection Appendix 364 subclause 2c, it says there will be an affirmation throughout Heaven when the bond is complete. It's quite a big deal in the angel world, as we all know, but it says here…" He pointed to the paragraph in particular. "'The skies will be alight with stars and all of Heaven will rejoice. There will be celebrations and pause for the rejoining of the twinned souls.'" He looked up at Peter, Kendall, Ridwan, and Barachiel. "And that didn't happen."

Ridwan shrugged. "We rejoiced."

Barachiel nodded. "We did. But it wasn't a-" He used finger quotes. "-a 'celebration.'"

Saint Peter rubbed his temples. "Oh boy."

Pravuil rolled his eyes and continued with his findings. "So, when I realized the bond didn't actually take place, I followed the thread of subclauses, and it turns out that each of the twinned souls must be complete and whole at the time of the bonding or it will not work." He turned back to the book. "It says here, and I quote, though I'm actually paraphrasing because early Sumerian is lost a little in translation, so I'm not literally quoting-"

"Pravuil!" Saint Peter boomed. "Focus."

"Right, yes. Focus. Okay," he began again. "'As the twin souls were split into two equal parts, completion cannot exist in part, for the whole being must be present. If the chosen souls are of the heavenly realm, completion will not occur until each soul in its entirety can be rejoined with its twin.'"

"What…?" Saint Peter squinted. "What does an incomplete soul even mean? And which one of them is incomplete?"

Everyone in the room answered in unison. "James."

Saint Peter sighed the heavenliest of sighs. "But we came so far! He came so far."

"Not far enough, apparently," Pravuil said. "But wait, there's more." He pointed to a particular line in the book. "An incomplete soul must renew."

"Renew?" Barachiel asked. "What does that mean?"

"To begin again," Ridwan replied solemnly.

"Oh no," Kendall whispered.

Saint Peter shook his head. "We should have read the fine print."

"Yes, you should have," Pravuil said.

"They were always too different," Hadraniel chimed in, pessimist to the end. "One is air, the other fire. They'll share the same fate as Uriel and Icarus."

"No," Saint Peter said. "It is their contradictions that forge their strength. They are meant to be. I know it."

"I believe so, too," Kendall agreed. "I've seen how they are together. Two equal and opposite halves."

"Almost equal," Ridwan corrected. "Expect for the incomplete soul part, apparently."

Pravuil nodded and turned the page of the book and read the next paragraph. "It says here 'A twinned soul, once renewed, can evolve back to its divinity, returning to the perfected being. Two entities as one, one soul as two entities, forever entwined, never to part again. For it is the completed soul that binds them, born of the same fate, yet their differences which set them apart will bring them back together. For that, therein, lies the true contrast of angels.'"

Saint Peter scrubbed his hand over his face. "I should have taken that holiday."

"So how do we renew a soul?" Kendall asked Pravuil.

Pravuil looked at the book and shrugged. "It doesn't say."

"How can it not say?!" Kendall cried. "It's the Manual, for crying out loud!"

"I don't know!" Pravuil replied. "I haven't gotten that far!"

"Well, keep reading," Saint Peter said. "Kendall, you're back on duty. Back to Earth with you. Keep an eye on both James and Logan, every second."

Kendall grimaced. "Every second? Are you sure? Because right now they're busy doing things they don't want an audience for. If you get my meaning."

Saint Peter made a face. "Wear earplugs. They have those noise-canceling things nowadays."

"It's an important mission," Kendall hedged. "Perhaps I should have backup…"

"Yes, yes, good idea," Saint Peter said, waving him off. "Pick someone to go with you. Hurry."

Kendall grinned. "Carlos."

Saint Peter stopped and sagged. "I walked right into that one, didn't I?"

Everyone nodded, and Kendall grinned. "Great." He got to the big double doors, turned, and gave Peter two finger-guns and a wink. "I'll be off then." He walked out, and just before the doors closed, he popped his head back in. "Oh, quick question...Do I tell James and Logan what's going on or no?"

Saint Peter looked at all the other heavenly faces, who in turn, looked at everyone else. They shrugged, and Saint Peter sagged into his chair, defeated. "Um…"

"It didn't end well for Icarus and Uriel," Ridwan said. "We told them, and look how that ended."

"That was different. That involved a human," Barachiel countered.

Saint Peter rubbed his temples, and finally looked at Kendall. "No. Don't tell them. Their hearts will show them the way. But Kendall," he added seriously, "take Dak and Lucy with you as well. I have a feeling you're going to need all the help you can get."

With a nod, Kendall went on his way, and when the room fell silent, all eyes turned to Saint Peter. He wasn't sure what to tell them…

"If this ends badly, Icarus launching himself into the sun will seem like a walk in the park."

Done! So, we got a more of Jagan together and happy this chapter, but it looks like there's still a bit of a mystery!

I'd love to hear your thoughts on the chapter, as well as if you happened to have a favorite part/moment!

Again, I hope that you all enjoyed and that you all are staying safe! The next chapter of this will be up sometime next week! And for those of you reading The Ghost of Ravenswood, the next chapter of that will most likely be up tomorrow!

Until then!

-Epically Obsessed