Eight months later, Arthur realised that he was smitten over the fallen angel. He would catch himself staring at Yao when he was sure Yao wasn't looking. Arthur would buy expensive gifts for Yao and when Yao blushed as he presented the gifts to him, there was a fluttering in Arthur's heart. He found himself looking forward to moments where he and Yao were alone together. He found himself wanting to kiss Yao and see his reaction to it.

One day, while Yao was watching the cooking channel (no doubt learning some new recipe to try out), Arthur plopped himself down on the sofa next to him.

Yao turned to greet Arthur with a smile, but quickly turned his attention back to the television so as not to miss anything.

Arthur hid a grin behind his hand. It was cute how Yao was so fixated on the cooking channel.

As Yao took down notes on the recipe that the host was presenting on television, he couldn't help but feel Arthur's stare piercing his back. He tried to ignore it, but was soon sweating under Arthur's intense stare.

Meanwhile, Arthur was debating with himself whether or not to just kiss Yao. It could put their current friendship in jeopardy, but Arthur was seriously considering risking it.

As soon as the commercial came on, Yao turned to Arthur. "Arthur," he said. "What are you staring at-mmph!"

Yao didn't get to finish what he was saying for Arthur had leaned forward and planted a kiss on his lips. Arthur was a lot heavier than him, and Yao soon found himself pinned down on the sofa as Arthur continued his assault on Yao's mouth. Nevertheless, Yao kissed Arthur back; he moved his lips to accommodate Arthur's, and eventually parted his lips to allow Arthur's tongue to slip into his mouth.

When they broke apart, both Arthur and Yao were panting. Yao lay on the sofa, his hair splayed behind him. He was still a bit dazed by the turn of events, while Arthur peered into Yao's face, terribly afraid he had somehow made a huge mistake. Both of them didn't say anything for a while.

Then, Yao grinned at Arthur. "You are a good kisser, aru," he said.

Arthur gaped at Yao. He had just kissed Yao and all Yao could say was that he was a good kisser? "Did you… did you enjoy it?"

Yao blushed and nodded.

"Do you want to do it again?"

Yao's eyes met Arthur's and he nodded again, this time a bit shyly.

Arthur grinned at Yao and leaned forward to kiss Yao again. The kiss this time was not as intense, but both of them found themselves murmuring, "I love you," into the kiss.

When Arthur and Yao finally sat up again, Yao switched off the television. He could not finish watching the show now that he was so giddy from happiness. Yao looked at Arthur with a delirious smile on his face.

Arthur chuckled at Yao's behaviour. "Does that make us an item now?"

Yao beamed and nodded excitedly. He was still blushing.

"You are so cute when you blush," Arthur told Yao and kissed him lightly on the nose.

"I will stop blushing when you stop doing things like that, aru!" retorted Yao hotly.

"But I like seeing you blush," chided Arthur as he wrapped his arms around Yao and pulled Yao's body closer to his.

"Idiot," muttered Yao affectionately as he buried his face into Arthur's shoulder.

Arthur merely smiled and breathed in Yao's scent.

After a moment of silence, Yao finally looked up at Arthur. "I suppose I can tell you why I was thrown out of heaven now."

Arthur looked interested.

"I fell in love with a human being, aru," Yao told Arthur monotonously.

Arthur's face was indifferent. But inside, he wanted to demand who was it and where he could find that person so that he could pummel him into a pulp for causing Yao to fall in love with him and be expelled from heaven.

"Angel and human relationships are frowned upon in heaven, aru," Yao continued. "It is very hard to maintain. Angels being immortal and humans being mortal," he explained. "In a way, it is an act of grace from heaven to expel an angel who has fallen in love with a human being, so that way, the angel becomes mortal and he is free to pursue a relationship with the human. But my most profound sin was that I was in love with a man."

Arthur remained silent.

"It was my first love – I had never been in love – not even with another angel," said Yao. "And I didn't know how to deal with it, aru. I told my siblings that I had fallen in love with a human, but I didn't tell them who it was. I don't know how, but God eventually got wind of it, and here I am."

"Who…"

"Who was it that I fell in love with?" Yao gazed at Arthur lovingly. "It was you, aru. It always has been."

"Wait," Arthur frowned and held up a hand. "You knew me even before I knew you?"

Yao laughed lightly. "I have been watching you from heaven. You could call me your guardian angel, aru," he said. "I prevented harm from reaching you. I suppose you were wondering why you were so lucky as to not have to deal with any serious injury or bad luck?"

"Yeah," Arthur scratched his head thoughtfully. "I had wondered. It seems that I'm more prone to accidents after I met you."

Yao giggled lightly. "Sorry – after I was exiled from heaven, there was no one to protect you. Perhaps another angel will take on the job in the future, aru…"

"It's okay," Arthur waved a hand. "It's not anything I can't handle," he told Yao.

"When I was thrown out of heaven, I had no control where I ended up, aru. It so happened that I landed in an alley not far from your home and you came across me," Yao continued and smiled ironically. "You can't imagine my shock when I felt your hand on my shoulder and turned around and found you looking at me," he continued. "I guess you could call it luck, aru."

Arthur leaned forward and gently pushed Yao onto his back on the sofa. He hovered over Yao. "You call it luck," he said. "I call it destiny."

Yao looked at Arthur in wonderment. "You really think so?"

Arthur kissed Yao on the forehead, tenderly. "I know so," he replied.

"Anyway," Yao said coyly. "I'm glad things turned out the way it did, aru."

"Me too," replied Arthur before he moved to lie beside Yao on the sofa. It was a bit squishy but they were comfortable.

Meanwhile, in the depths of hell, a discussion was taking place. "You mean, the angel was actually exiled from heaven?" a large devil loomed menacingly over his messenger. His name was Ivan, and no one messed with him.

"T-that's the news on the grapevine, sir!" said the messenger, a smaller devil by the name of Toris

"That means he's human now – he's lost all his angelic powers," muttered Ivan, rubbing his hands together gleefully.

"Y-yes, sir!"

"Great, great…" murmured Ivan. He had an evil grin on his face.

"W-what are you going to do, sir?"

Ivan smirked at Toris. "Revenge, of course. For my lovely sister, Natalia."