A Drabble A Day #16: Angel
Claude had realized a long time ago that he wasn't an angel, and he was never going to be one.
He never thought he'd get to meet an angel, though.
Peter Petrelli turned out to be one. He couldn't think of anyone else who was that cute. His quirks could be annoying, but in the end, Claude didn't really mind. He complained a lot, but he was cute when he pouted.
He loved Peter's face when they made love, when he was just about to explode (not literally, thankfully) with passion, to see it contort in ecstasy, to hear him moan Claude's name at the top of his lungs.
He loved the way that Peter cared about everyone, and how he was so desperate to protect the world. Claude believed that this world didn't deserve a person like Peter, one so concerned about people that would never even know how much he cared.
Of course, he doubted he'd ever tell Peter most of those things. Well, at least not the ones about how cute he was.
But maybe one day he could. Maybe one day he would really tell him how much he loved him.
He imagined that day as one more beautiful than Heaven itself.