Otabek does his best not to look too awkward as he stands in the church, praying that no one comes by as he scoops water from the fount and pours it into an empty milk jug he had brought with him. He fills it as quickly as he can before he hurries out of the church, well aware how odd and suspicious he probably looks.
On his return home he stops by the local market, looking over the fruit they have to pick up something fresher than the moldy fruit in his fridge for the angel in his bed at home. He feels he spends way too long looking over the apples before choosing a couple yellow and pink ones. He purchases some cherries and grapes as well, wanting to have a bit of a variety.
He can't help but feel eager to please Yuri. He's dying to see a smile from him. Though, he would settle for any face other than the grimace of pain currently painting the beautiful angel's features. Once he has the items he needs he pays for his food and makes his way back to his small home, hoping that, after the trouble he's now gone through, the angel is still there.
Yuri doesn't have a choice but to still be there. While one of his spinal breaks has healed and locked back into proper position, his other is still very much there. Most likely the lower vertebrae has shattered entirely, which would explain why one healed quicker than the other. Regardless, Yuri is grateful to have the use of his arms back.
He gently wipes some sweat from his forehead, the horrible pain of healing taking its toll on him and leaving him rather fatigued. He contemplates attempting to put his robes back on but ends up deciding against it, not wanting to get caught struggling with it when the human returns.
He knows Otabek's intentions are good, but he still can't help but be cautious. While he has plenty of experience protecting humans, he doesn't have any real experience interacting with them.
It's only about an hour before the Otabek returns, frowning when he notices how tired Yuri looks. He stands at the doorway quietly. "I'm back. Are you doing alright?"
Yuri frowns a bit, using his arms to drag himself into a more upright position. "I'm just fine." He lies, refusing to admit his misery.
Otabek nods slightly. "Alright. I'm glad." He walks over, handing Yuri a bowl of grapes and cherries. "I got your holy water. It's on the stove to boil. I'll bring the tea to you when it's ready."
Yuri nods, taking the bowl quietly. "Thank you. I… I appreciate your help."
Otabek nods, frowning when he feels how cold Yuri's hands are. "You didn't dress yourself… You must be freezing. Do you still need the window open?"
Yuri bites his lip, looking away. "Yes, I need it open."
Otabek sighs, suddenly understanding why the small angel hadn't moved or dressed. "It's your back, isn't it? I'm sorry, I should have thought about that before picking you up… Will it heal?" He looks down, genuinely upset that he had caused additional harm to Yuri.
Yuri frowns softly, looking to Otabek. He should have known the human would catch on. "It'll heal just fine. It just may take a week or two… If you did do additional damage, it won't matter in the long run. You don't have to apologize for anything. You handled things well…" He looks away, not wanting to admit that he was grateful that things were kept discreet and no one else was involved in this.
Otabek nods slightly. "Only a week or two? That's surprisingly quick… I'm glad though. It means you shouldn't be in pain any longer than that." He straightens back up once he hears the kettle whistling in the kitchen. "That's the water. I'll be back with your tea in a few moments." He turns and walks out.
Yuri watches him go, surprised to hear the care in Otabek's words. He wasn't used to having someone worry over him. He was especially not used to having someone so willing to help care for him, not that he's needed much care in the past. He looks out the window quietly. Perhaps the next two weeks won't be so bad.
Victor yawns tiredly as he wakes to loud knocking at his door. He frowns in annoyance as he unwraps his arms from Yuuri's waist and pecks a kiss to the back of his neck before he stands and pulls his pants on, buttoning them on before he walks to the front door and opens it. He glares at Christophe who stands there. "What the hell do you want? Do you know what time it is?"
Christophe cracks a smirk. "Late enough that you and your little lover shouldn't still be in bed. There's an assignment for you. Some dumbass was tracking an angel and screwed up his spell. The angel fell to Earth and we're having a hard time tracking it down. They want you to go track it down. You're the angel expert after all."
Victor glares at Chris, rolling his eyes. "Fine. I'll leave this evening. I'll need to prepare first."
Chris grins playfully. "Great! Then I'll come by tonight to keep little Yuuri company!~"
Victor growls threateningly at the succubus that stands in front of him. "You will do no such thing. You dare touch my mate and I'll castrate you myself. I doubt anyone has any use for an impotent sex demon."
Chris pouts with feign hurt. "Come now, Victor. I thought we were friends! Sharing is caring after all." He sighs dramatically. "Very well then. I suppose your little pet will have to spend the next few weeks lonely in an empty bed."
Victor holds onto the door, snorting softly. "He'll manage just fine. This isn't the first time he's been left alone. Goodbye, Christophe." He closes the door before he can hear another word from the obnoxious demon.
He turns and walks back to the bedroom, sliding back in so he's spooning his beloved, leaning down to press gentle kisses to his shoulder and neck.
Yuuri hums softly in contentment, turning so he's facing Victor. "Who was that?" He slides his fingers along the silver haired demon's chest, gazing up at him and admiring the way the light behind him silhouettes his face. If this were only a few years earlier he would have been frightened at the sight of the sharp, slightly curved horns that protrude from the head belonging to such a handsome face and the leathery black bat-like wings that stick out from between this man's shoulder blades. In fact, when he had first seen this man, if he had known he was a demon he would have darted the other way.
He doesn't regret the decisions that have lead him to being mated and bound to Victor though. He shivers slightly as he feels his lover's fingers gently trace along the sensitive scars located between his own shoulder blades. He presses closer to Victor's chest. It had been a long while since he fell to earth and was found by this high level demon. While the journey had been painful and cost him his purity, grace, and as the scars on his back show, his wings, he had decided it was worth it to be with the one he loves so dearly.
Victor smiles softly, seeing the deep thought his fallen angel is having. "It was Chris. They have a job for me. I don't think it'll take me longer than a few weeks. I can't take you with me this time."
Yuuri pouts faintly, but understands. "You'd better be careful. I won't forgive you if you don't return."
Victor chuckles softly. "I wouldn't dream of dying. We promised to spend the next five eternities together. I don't plan to break this promise." He leans down to capture his brown eyed beauty's lips in a hungry kiss, his arms wrapping around Yuuri with the intention of pleasuring him in ways that would rival even a succubus' abilities. Yuuri has no objections to it.
Yuri finds he's fascinated by the human that is so set on taking care of him. After almost an hour of near begging from the human and pure stubbornness on Yuri's part, he agrees to let Otabek lend him some human clothes.
Otabek had offered to put Yuri's robes back on him, but the angel had no patience in the idea of teaching the human the complicated folds and wrapping that his robes require. Instead he ends up sliding a baggy white t-shirt over his head. Yuri had insisted he would only wear white, much to Otabek's frustration when looking through his mostly black wardrobe. He knows for a fact none of his pants would fit the small blonde, leaving Yuri in a rather strange outfit of a white t-shirt with the back cut up to let his wings through and his skirt-like white undergarment wrap.
Otabek doesn't let himself relax until Yuri seems to relax, frustrated yet still just as fascinated and curious of the stubborn and feisty angel. He finds himself holding his breath whenever he offers something to Yuri, desperately wanting him to like whatever it is Otabek gives him.
Yuri finds this behavior from the human rather cute, which he shows by telling the human he's annoying and throwing things at him occasionally. After all, he can't have a bond form between him and Otabek.
This can't last, Yuri insists to himself. As soon as he's recovered he has to leave. He can't stay with the human and once he leaves he can't return. Even though he's already beginning to find he feels lonely in the short moments when Otabek leaves the room.