Fluffy (but not only) moments between our favourite devil and angel ... an then their bosses has something to do.
XIX I: Yeah, it's the new improved latest version of me.Dominic is the first to wake up, although he realises it's still soon, since the alarm clock informs him that it's only 6:30 in the morning.
And yet he just can't sleep, even if Matthew wore him out pretty much the night before.
Maybe that's the point: Dominic doesn't feel clean.
- There's no way to clean my soul, but maybe there's something I can do for my body… - the awesome angel muses, yearning for that large and comfy tube that there's beyond the door.
- If only I could move… - he ponders, almost glaring at a certain devil who is sleeping soundly, with a light snoring that's not annoying at all. He has such a serene expression, while he rests crouched on his side of the bed; but this time not only his head is on Dominic's wing, but his hand sinks in his feathers, too.
-You, spoiled little devil!- Dom muses with an amused smirk, torn about his need to reach the bathroom and the fear of depriving Matt of something pleasant.
Even at the littlest attempt of the angel to move, the gorgeous devil replies with a muffled complain.
- Well, I do not have to remain with my wing stuck. Besides, I won't tug him this way and he won't wake up.- the blond realises, enlightened by a clever idea.
-Please, Mattie, forgive me. - He silently apologises, before concentrating in order to make his own supernatural elements vanish. Finally, he is free to get up.
He turns to Matthew, who is still sleeping, while his hand seems to search for something, but then he calms down.
As silently as possible, Dom tiptoes to the bathroom, closing the door behind his back.
He takes off his T-shirt and is about to undo his jeans, before someone rushes inside, slamming the door open with a powerful kick.
"Don't you dare do that anymore!" a very moody Matthew snaps.
"Holy heavens! Matt, you almost gave me a heart attack! Well, it's not that I can really have one, but… you know what I meant." Dominic jolts and brings one hand to his heart.
"If I already scared you this way, without even resorting to my tricks, it means that I do my job very well!" the brunet smirks proudly. "However, you would deserve a heart attack, for all the things you did to me: wake me up at the damn sunrise, when there's no need, and even taking my wing away from me!" he adds, insulted.
"Hey! It's my wing!" the astonishing angel points out.
"When we sleep it's my wing, you know that better than me." the devil insists, making the other smile. "What are you doing now?" he asks him, pointing at what Dominic took in his hands.
"Matthew, did you see this bubble bath bottle? Do you think I could use it? It smells so good. But maybe I shouldn't use it, it's wrong, it's not even mine!" the blond displays his Hamletic doubt.
"Dammit, little angel, you can't have hesitations over such pointless matters! Of course you can use it, it's the fate of that damn bottle, and it's practically asking you to use it!" he explains to Dom, but he does not seem to convince the other yet.
Snorting, he grabs the angel by the arm and drags him toward the bedroom. He makes him sit and take the telephone in his hand.
"What are you going to do?" the blond questions him.
"I'm calling the reception." Matt replies, dialling the number.
"No way, poor dear guys. It's not even seven o' clock, yet. Don't disturb them!" Dom snatches the telephone from Matt's hand, hanging up before it can ring.
"But it's their damn job to be there in order to help thy neighbor … wait a minute! Aren't you angels, at the very end, a bunch of… receptionists?" the devil makes fun of him, dialling the number once more and this time Dominic has nothing to object.
"Hallo?" a female voice replies from the other end.
"Hi, I just want an info: can you confirm that all the bathroom products in the room are here for us to use them?" Matt politely asks, holding the receiver between him and Dom, in order to make them both listen to the answer.
The receptionist is a bit puzzled, but after some seconds of silence, she replies.
"Well, of course you can, they're there for that reason… just like in every hotel." she explains, still friendly and kind.
"I perfectly know it, but, you know, there are always some stupid people who ignore stuff like that!" Matt hangs up, staring at Dominic with condescending air.
"Okay, now I know it!" the blond grumbles, getting up.
"Listen, Dom, we've paid for this room, so now everything inside it temporary belongs to you." the brunet adds, calmly.
"Even you?" the angel smirks.
"Nice one, little angel." Matt smirks back. "The only difference is that I'll keep belonging to you, even after we leave this room." he adds, while Dominic is back in the bathroom.
Ten minutes later, the water fills the tub with the proper temperature, covered by a little layer of foam. A utterly naked Dom plunges in that perfumed warmth, as relaxed as ever.
His relaxed state doesn't last for long, because the door slams opened again, in the same violent way of before.
"Maaaaaaaaaatt!" he squeaks, scared, opening the eyes he kept closed and opening his wings wide. The last reaction makes him spread water and foam everywhere.
After all, Dominic has decided to watch the whole himself, so supernatural parts are included as well.
"Dammit, did I turn stupid after all this travels or what? I mean, here you are, totally naked and exposed, bathing you, and I stay in the other room?" the devil grumbles, mostly talking to himself.
"Go away!" Dom urges him, sort of rudely, covering himself with all the foam he can gather.
"What? Why should I? Oh, c'mon, Dommeh, it's not the first time I see you naked."
The angel is shaken by shivers, feeling a deep heat at the same time. He does not know if it is because of that sweet nickname, that silky voice, that naughty look or for what Matt has just reminded to him.
"I know… but it's different!" Dominic insists, blowing some foam towards Matt.
"Oh really? And how?" Matt questions him, intrigued, sitting on the edge of the tub.
"You have seen me naked, that's true, just like I saw you; but never during the day, it happened only at night. Night is made for unholy things, but day is not." the angel explains, blowing more foam, in the attempt of making Matt go away.
"Are you kidding?" Mathew bursts out laughing, getting even closer. "Besides, it's unfair, I've not seen you yet with your supernatural naked features. And your wings haven't caressed my equally naked body… yet." the lustful devil asserts, already daydreaming of that hot projects.
"Well, it's not going to happen now, not even you'll see me naked!" the angel protests, blowing a large amount of foam against his counterpart.
"You're going to finish all this damn foam soon or later, so I'll finally manage to… oh, wait, I can already notice something!" he singsongs amused, giggling and leaning a bit closer.
"If necessary, I'm going to create a mountain of foam to prevent you from seeing anything!" the blond tries to cover himself with the remaining foam. "Now, please, go!" he exhorts the devil once more, before applying soap to his halo, too.
It's such a funny and tender scene that Matt can't help smiling.
"Are you still here?" Dom snorts.
That's what makes the devil's grin disappear.
"Okay, okay, enjoy your stupid bath and your even stupider 'no naked stuff in the morning' rule!" Matthew snaps, leaving and slamming the door behind his back.
Once he is finally alone, Dominic goes on with his accurate bathing.
After washing his wings, it is the turn of intimate wash, but skimming that area with his hand, Dominic notices something unusual, maybe because of Matthew previous presence.
- Great! It's happening way too often!- he rolls his eyes, but truth is that he's lightly amused by that. – Alright, all I have to do is just relax… or… what did Matt to me last night?- he wonders, preferring to satisfy that curiosity.
His hand seizes his virility, caressing the length. The angel cannot deny how much he likes that, even more if he pictures a certain someone else doing those things to him.
"Mmm.. Matt…" escapes from Dom's lips while he's nibbling them, with his eyes closed and his head cocked.
The blond keep repeating those same movements with the same increasing rhythm until, fully satisfied, he makes a very interesting discovery. And he can't wait to let Matthew know about it.
Dominic washes himself one last time, gets out of the tube, wraps himself in a towel and uses the drier not only for his hair, but mostly for his wings.
However, to make everything faster, the angel decides that there's nothing wrong if he resorts to some magic.
Once he's ready and dressed, he rushes to the bed with a jump, not caring if Matt is sleeping or not.
Fortunately, he finds him still awake, but still rather annoyed, too. That's why the brunet snorts and turns to the other side, preferring indifference.
It's not enough to upset the sweet angel.
"Hey, Matteh, guess what? I made the fluid of happiness get out again. On my own!" he happily whispers to the devil's ear.
The effect is immediate. Forgetting any anger, Matthew turns towards him, smashing their lips together.
"Don't you know this is the most exciting thing you could say to me?" Matt whispers between kisses.
"Really?" Dominic smiles against his lips.
Matthew nods and then he bursts out laughing.
"And to think you even invented a rule about not doing unholy stuff in the morning!"
The angel grows nervous, bringing his hands to his blushed cheeks.
"Oh, no. Did I do something bad? Is it really so naughty? Even if I've been thinking only of you all time long?"
Matthew smiles and it's one of the smiles that makes Dom feel dizzy.
"I was wrong. This is the most exciting thing you could say to me. Come here!" the devil pushes him towards himself, placing the angel below him and letting his fresh and clean wings wrap him.
But it's just the owner of those perfumed wings to push away the devil.
"Matt, I love you and everything… but you need a bath as well, you know?" the angel replies, wrinkling his nose with a disgusted face.
"You're kidding! I've had a bath… only two weeks ago!" the brunet strikes back, acting insulted.
"That's the point, Matt. pretty please…" Dominic insists, showing his best pout, because he has finally realised what powerful weapon it can be.
"Let me remind you that devils aren't cute and cuddly being, and even less perfumed ones!" Matthew growls, annoyed.
"The devils who want to keep spending time with the respectable, good little angels must be like that!" Dominic strikes back, already knowing he's keeping Matt in check.
He also stretches himself, in order to display better his large and soft wings, perfectly aware that the devil wants to touch them so badly.
"You bloody won!" the devil gives in, kicking the sheets with anger and getting up from the bed. "I really hate all this stupid, damn rules of yours!" he snaps, while he's walking towards the bathroom, very unwillingly.
"But you love me!" the shrewd angel makes him notice, with a smirk.
"Little angel, you just have to stop giving me such cocky answers!" Matthew smiles, before disappearing behind the door.
"I just have a very good teacher… and not only about the words!" Dom moans satisfied, laying down on the mattress with a victory smile, especially when he hears the water tap of the tub flowing.
And when, about ten minutes later, all fresh and clean, Matt reaches him, only wearing a towel around his hips, Dominic is more than happy to welcome him back in his arms.
"Dommeh, about what you did this morning, in the tub, all alone… is there any chance that one night you're going to give me an encore performance?" the devil asks him with his silky voice, while he smooths his tail with a hand, to dry it better. The other hand is already busy enjoying the softness of the angel's feathers.
"Well, we'll see… if you beave, maybe." Dom teases him, caressing Matt's still half wet hair and smelling its good aroma of mint.
Matthew snorts, pushing him away.
"What's wrong, now?" the blond questions him.
"When you say 'if you behave' … you really mean it!" the brunet grumbles, making the other smile.
No matter how much Matt loves the night, because it's the moment when his little angel's inhibitions diminish; there's someone else who is particularly caring about that night.
As punctual as every proper archangel should be, Morgan lands in the proximity of Purgatory, the place Tom has established for their sort of date.
While he's walking, he asks himself if it was really so necessary to use all that Starlight shampoo and to wear the brightest of his tunics.
- It's always polite to present oneself in order and trim, no matter what the occasion is.- Morgan convinces himself with his own answer, combing his hair for the umpteenth time.
All of the sudden, he sees that the path is enlightened by a row of candles, which lead him to a green table, designated to play, in the middle of the field.
Leaning against that table, with his armed crossed against his chest, there's Tom, waiting for him with his cocky attitude and a grin on his face.
"'Evening, One-Thousand-Feathers, is it just my imagination or you are brighter and more perfumed than usual?" the archdevil states, with an annoyed expression, only to disguise how much he actually appreciates that.
- Oh, well, looks like dear old Morgan made him even prettier for me. He's already so beautiful, even when he doesn't try so hard!- he ponders, taking some steps closer to his counterpart.
- He noticed that. He noticed all my efforts!- the archangel silently rejoices, staring at Tom better, as he gets closer.
He's totally dressed in black, from feet to head, starting with his black, polished shoes, his black jeans with the studs that match the ones of his black leather jacket. The jacket is opened, revealing a black shirt unbuttoned, with his chest and belly exposed, without any shame.
After all, why should he ever been ashamed?
"It's just your imagination; I'm always like this." the blond lies, utterly aware of lying and this amuses the dark archdevil.
"So, Morgy, are you ready for defeat?" Tom smirks, adjusting his black baseball bat with the written 'Archdevils do it better'.
"Well, Tommy," the archangel strikes back in the same way. "We'll see who is going to defeat whom!"
Tom smiles, taking the cards to reshuffle them, in a very expert way. He makes them slide from one hand to another, throwing them up in the air and taking them back, splitting them in two little bundles that he reshuffles together, very quickly.
-Probably he is using his magic, but even more probably, he is not using it at all! - The fearful archangel grows worried.
"Hell yeah, we're going to see that." Tom states, challenging him with his look.
"Holy Heaven! You're not a newbie, are you?" Morgan grumbles.
"You wish! But don't worry, you can cheat, not only it's allowed, but it's even very, very appreciated!" the brunet winks at him.
"No, thank you. I'm going to win, without any tricks."
Tom's smile enlarges and Morgan can see that even if the devil's baseball bat hides half of his face.
"Are you superb? I like it!" the brunet smirks.
The other doesn't show any reaction.
"I prefer define myself determined." He strikes back. "So, what's at stake?" he wonders.
"Clothes!" Tom answers, simply.
"Wh-what?" the archangel stutters, already paler than before.
"You understood, Morgy. Have you ever heard of strip-poker?"
"N-no." the archangel hesitates.
"It's very simple: for every hand that I win, you take off one of your clothes, for every hand that you win, I take off one of my clothes." The archdevil informs him, his pitch-black eyes shining with a sinful light.
"Take off our clothes? N..noooo." the other protest, almost whimpering.
"Oh, c'mon, Morgy, no one will see us here. I've chosen the most isolated place in the whole Purgatory only for this reason. See it like the VIP Room of a very exclusive night club." the archdevil shrugs and then he gets so close that he can breathe directly against Morgan's face. "One-Thousand-Feathers, do you know what happen in VIP Rooms?" he whispers lustfully to the blond's ear.
"You.. you can get the proper privacy, right?" Morgan dare to ask, innocently, while he prudently backs off.
Both things amuse the brunet, who sits around the table.
"So are we going to start?" he invites the other, pointing at the second chair.
"Not so fast, beauty," Morgan states, bringing his hands to his chest and turning his tunic into jeans, T-shirt, shirt, sweater, tie, jacket and a duster. "Now we can start."
"But…" Tom grumbles, with an annoyed expression.
"Oh, c'mon, I was wearing only that tunic. I would have been gypped at the first hand you had won!" the archangel explains, sitting on his chair. "Besides, that's what you said before, isn't it? It's allowed to cheat, well, that's what I have just done!" he winks to his nemesis, with an amused smirk.
"Touché!" the brunet smirks back, ready to give the cards.
(End I)
Notes:I promise I'll try my best to update as soon as I can.
Hope you liked this part.
p.s. It's not about this fic, but I also have a new shot about the old Matt/Gaia (I really love her) pairing… tell me if ou want me to post it that too, it's only a simple one shot, due to a challenge ^^'