It had taken a day and a half, but Roci's hollow bones healed just fine, and he was up and moving again, eager to stretch his cramped muscles. And he was feeling anxious now, being unintentionally annoying by pacing back and forth, bumping into furniture. Over the past few hours Roci felt another calling coming on, though it was a faint echo in the back of his mind. It was probably far away, beyond the borders of the city judging by the faintness of it, but he also wasn't one to ignore a calling solely due to distance. He stretched out his arms and wings, still feeling a bit of soreness in one, as the calling stirred him. "Doffy, I got to go, another calling is coming…" he said, turning toward the fallen angel. "Sounds like it's outside the city."
Doflamingo had been slacking off on his couch while Roci spoke. He opened his eyes lazily to look at the other. His brows creased slightly and he propped himself up with his elbows. "What do they expect you to do this time?" Other angels mocked and bullied him while demons wanted to kill him. And when none of those happened his clumsiness endangered his life anyway, so Doffy wasn't sure of letting him go.
"Prayer monitoring." Again. He was starting to get all the shitty jobs. It seemed whatever trust he had built with his fellow angels had vanished, and he was going back to basics.
"You'd get in trouble again, you'll see," Doffy said, looking intensely at the angel, resting his hand under his chin.
"I can handle myself," Roci huffed, feathers puffing out. "It's a simple enough job, I doubt I'll run into trouble." He said that, but a wince crossed his face. He was prayer monitoring last time when Moria found him…
"You can't handle yourself," Doflamingo replied calmly, sitting properly and resting his elbows on his knees, looking at the other still. "You can skip that..." he suggested. The angels could hardly be any more annoyed with him, could they? If the dork decided to go anyway, Doffy would follow him, just in case.
"I'm not going to skip it. Besides, I need some fresh air. I've been cooped up in this apartment for too long," he said, walking toward the door. Plus it had been a couple days since he checked in. If he didn't answer this calling, he would only draw more suspicion to himself, and an encounter with a pissed off angel was the last thing he needed right now. "You're more than welcome to join me though," he called from the doorframe. In fact, he would've insisted if he didn't have a little dignity left, cause truth was, he was a bit nervous to be out alone again.
Doflamingo narrowed his eyes, but he finally stood up, repressing the urge to grumble. "Fine then." He headed towards his room and he put on a white shirt that he buttoned up while walking towards the door. "I'll be around." Should Roci need help.
Knowing him it would most likely be the case. How could an angel be that hopeless? Doffy didn't know, but it was pointless to question it. "Shall we go then?"
They killed the better part of the day sightseeing before catching a train out of town. Doffy had been persistent with just flying there, but Roci and flying was often a bad combination. In the end his argument won.
When they got the church it was late in the afternoon. It was nestled in a small town outside the city, and the tall buildings and skyscrapers looked hazy in the distance, like they were painted on to the horizon. Roci sat on the grass outside, leaning against one of the side walls. The service was about halfway through, but he still caught most of the prayers. They echoed through his head, both faint murmurs and loud wishes, like whispers in a cave. It was hard to choose which ones to consider, so he narrowed them down to which felt the most heartfelt and honest.
Opening one eye, he looked over to Doffy, who was obviously uninterested in the whole thing. "Is the coast clear?" Roci asked, a bit of mockery in his tone.
Doflamingo just crossed his arms as his wings folded and he rested his back on a tree. "So far it is… just try not to spazz and it'll be good," he warned. He felt nothing within a few miles that could threaten them. No angels, no demons, nothing but them and the people praying within the church. "How long is this going to take?" he asked, looking around and losing his interest quickly. What a boring life this angel's had to be.
Roci could understand Doffy's impatience, but even though prayer duty was a lowly job, he found some joy in it. "They're singing the closing hymn now…" He closed his eyes and leaned his head back. "Can you hear them?" he asked the other. He was curious as to whether or not Doffy had lost all angelic abilities. Maybe he could still pick up on prayer, especially now that he was so close to the source. "I think it's kinda relaxing. It's almost like listening to music, you just let it take you away." Roci made a little waving gesture with his hand.
Doffy huffed, flapping his wings until he reached a wide branch halfway up the tree and he sat lazily on it. "Sort of," he said after a while. It was a faint murmur, but it was there. It didn't feel like music to him. It was more like the annoying buzz of a fly. "You should come here, it's much more comfortable than the grass." The grass was full of nettles anyway.
"I don't think that's a good idea," Roci replied a bit nervously. "I don't have the best track record with sitting in trees. The ground is fine." Yeah. He used to follow the other angels example of sitting in the trees or on the roof so they wouldn't be seen, but Roci had found out quickly that hiding above wasn't the best option for him. Not that he was scared of heights or anything, just that when he did manage to get a few meters above the ground he got a bit dizzy, and his body...naturally...brought him back to the solid earth, whether he wanted it to or not.
Doffy snickered, imagining the reason why. "If you are afraid to fall I'll make sure you don't," he said, grinning. "But if you want to be down there…" Doffy shrugged. "You are missing a very cool sunset," he said, his eyes returning to the wonderful reds, oranges and yellows that painted the horizon. Colours Roci couldn't appreciate since the church was in the way.
Roci stood up and brushed the loose grass from the seat of his pants. He sauntered over to the base of the tree and looked out over the clearing. It was a nice sunset from the bit of it he could see, one that just made you stop and think for a while. In front of them the church goers were slowly exiting, the bell on the steeple letting out slow, monotonous chimes. They watched the sun slipping over the edge of the horizon long after the worshippers had left.
Roci only broke his silence once he noticed the priest going out the back way, locking the door behind him. "I've never been here before," he commented. It looked like a nice church, old but tall and shapely, like artistic thought had been put into it instead of just a quick set up job. "I'm going to look around inside. Do you want to come?"
Doffy's gaze had been focused on the sky until the sun disappeared, but there was still enough light, even for a mortal to see. "I don't think I can enter," he said, frowning. There were rumours that demons weren't allowed into churches or basically any sacred place. The lower ranked evil creatures could burn just from trying to enter one. Others like him would probably get lots of lacerations along his skin, and Doffy definitely wasn't down for that. "But I'll wait for you around if you want to visit it." He had nothing better to do. If Roci hurt himself inside a church he would be so done…
"Why, because you're a sinner?" Roci laughed. "Churches are meant to house all people, both the good Samaritans and the damned. I think someone has been lying to you." He approached the big wooden front doors, examining the carvings. Besides, as long as the priest in charge of this place wasn't an angel himself, Doffy would have no problem stepping inside. "Churches and chapels are open to everyone...it's cathedrals and basilicas that I would stay far, far away from if I was you." He pushed open the doors. Most churches left their front doors open to the public. It was the back rooms where they kept all their valuables that were locked to keep people out.
Doffy thought on it for a moment. That made sense to be honest. And anyways, if cuts begun to appear on his skin he could simply leave the church and wait for his wounds to heal. He jumped off the tree bow, landing gracefully on the lawn with his wings half opened. "Fine then," he said, following Roci. "But if I get hurt know it's your fault," he grumbled, stepping into the church. It didn't feel like any special place in all honesty.
"See, nothing bad happened," Roci said quietly, but his voice echoed off the high ceiling. The flying buttresses were carved from stone, small angels depicted on the arch flew to the blue painted roof. They stopped over a plain, wooden altar covered in a white cloth, and their chubby stone hands pointed to the intricately designed reredos at the back wall of the church. The reredos was guarded by two six feet statues, one of Joseph and one of Mary holding the holy child, and two kneeling angel figures watching above them. Along the base stood several smaller statues of the apostles, holding various but significant objects. A deep red carpet ran under their feet like blood and spilled between the rows of white pews.
It was a very pretty church, Roci decided, and it was more lavished than most new churches he had stepped into. But the structure of the church spoke its age; small cracks and chips marred the high arched doors and the pillars. The paint on the statues was faded with the sunlight, and the gold candlesticks had a scratched patina, dulling their lustre.
"Ah, maybe don't touch the holy water either," Roci said as he walked up the aisle to get a closer look at the reredos. He loved how the church felt so big on the inside, like it had secrets buried deep in the walls. He leaned over the altar rail to get a better view.
Doffy stared, in silent awe, at the architecture and the amazing sculptures. Deeply buried inside of him were the words he would never have dared to say aloud since he really didn't understand the reason behind them. He missed all that.
There was nothing like that in hell. Nothing imbued with such divine beauty and light and good. There the few statues were made of metal or volcanic rocks, forming huge demons that spoke of cruelty, wrath and indescribable crimes. One of the statues spat magma, other of them spat blood, and the smell of brimstone was so intense that sometimes it felt painful to breath. Sometimes his lungs felt like burning, and he was thankful for they healed very fast, because if it didn't he would simply die after agonizing for hours. Not even Pandemonium, with the forts and the high metal walls full of sharp spikes, the magma rivers and the nails fields could compare to that church. There was something in the air that was dark and malevolent, unlike in this place. Doffy breathed in slowly, and the air was cold and fragrant because of the rose petals under the altar. It felt pure, and calm, forever perfect despite the long years that had passed. If any, the small cracks made it even more beautiful. For what was the beauty but something ephemeral?
He stopped before the altar where he light of the dying sun, through the stained glass, had projected a reflection that made thousands of sparks of color cast patterns of light on the floor. He looked down and saw the coloured lights dancing on his pants, and he sighed. He didn't belong there, and on some level, that saddened him.
Roci heard the sigh and turned around to find Doffy standing in the aisle between the pews. Something in the way he was holding himself told Roci he was feeling small. He still stood tall and proud, but there was a slump to his shoulders, and his face had softened just a bit. No one should feel unwelcomed in a house of God, even people like Doffy.
Roci stepped down from the altar and took Doffy's frigid wrist, pulling him down to sit in a pew with him. He didn't know why, but reading the lyrics in the thick songbooks always made him feel a bit better. Every book was different, there was always a hymn he hadn't heard before. He leafed through the pages before his eyes settled on one. "The hymns always surprise me when I read them, something in the lyrics makes my heart feel better. It's too bad we couldn't come when there was a real choir, but maybe it'll make you feel more at home too." And after taking a breath, he began to sing quietly.
When Roci grabbed his wrist he felt again that bolt of electricity rushing through his body. It was starting to happen every time they touched. Doffy had wondered if it was because they were so different, or because it was forbidden, but he truly didn't know. Silently he wondered if Roci felt it too. But he was too absorbed into his own thoughts to focus though, trying to understand why he was feeling small, so ridiculously small being before the altar, seeing how the sun sunk into the horizon and the light faded from the stained glass- but they were beautiful all the same…
He said nothing as Roci thumbed through the songbook, just observing, with a lazy focus. Something in that situation felt weird to him, but he let Roci do as he pleased. Again it was Roci's voice, singing this time, the one that reminded him where he was, what he was doing and that feeling returned. Roci's voice woke him up from that strange slumber, making him return to reality. The reality in which he was one of the heirs of hell: an evil being. His place wasn't in that church, nor anywhere near one. Nor anywhere near Roci. In a weird, unexpected way, that thought left a bitter taste in his mouth. He didn't belong here- and he simply couldn't forget it. It wasn't the kind of thought you could simply push away. Doffy knew it would come back every time.
Though he didn't have a particularly strong singing voice, Roci could still sing decently enough. It was a perk of being an angel. And the way his voice reverberated around the church made him feel like he wasn't the only one singing. The hymn was a common one, it spoke of a sinner finding repentance with God. Not that he had intentionally meant to sing that particular hymn to Doffy, it just happened to be one he knew well enough to feel confident singing to another person.
Upon hearing that song's lyrics Doflamingo was tempted to laugh cruelly. Oh, sweet irony. But Roci had a good singing voice so he listened, knowing that he wasn't the same kind of sinner of the one in the song. The worst part of it was that Doffy didn't remember what he had done. There was a huge blank space in his memory before he woke up in hell, and every single time he tried to remember what happened, how he had gotten to that situation, he found nothing. And it was too frustrating.
A quiet sigh eluded his lips, but he said nothing this time. He let Roci's voice take him somewhere else, somewhere where he didn't have to worry about fitting in, about being evil or good or about what had happened. Somewhere where the present was all that mattered, and neither the good or the evil could take that away from him. Somewhere where he didn't feel so alone, and Doffy, gladly let himself get lost in that moment.
Roci's voice tapered off as the hymn ended. Doffy's eyes were distant looking and Roci wasn't sure if he knew that the song had finished. That was good though, it had had some effect, if just a small one. Or it could be that he was terribly bored and was just being too polite to say anything. Roci chuckled a bit to himself. It was strange how completely different they were, but still tolerated each other this far. In any other world, their differences would have kept them apart. Hell, Doffy probably would've killed him on the spot back at the coffee shop where they first met if that's what fate had planned. Yet here they were, sitting in a church, Roci singing to a demon like he was singing a pub song with his best friend.
"Talk about your lion laying with the lamb," he mumbled aloud, and closed the book with a snap.
For the first time since they had entered in the church Doffy's eyes fell upon Roci's, and for a few seconds he said nothing. He was the lion and Roci was the lamb and oh god how much he had liked the thought of enticing the lamb. There he was, a fallen angel with his huge black leathery wings folded on his back, listening in silence to the angel beside him. Even if he was in the church, he didn't feel guilty for what had happened between them. It had been, in all honesty, something that after such a long time made him feel alive. And what was another sin when he had already committed hundreds? It was nothing. Nothing at all.
At that moment all those sins, the angels wanting to punish Roci, his own dubious past and his looming responsibilities in hell were nothing. It didn't mean anything. What mattered was that very instant, and Doffy had decided to make the best of it. He already knew he was going to hell, he belonged there whether he liked it or not. After all, his throne waited for him.
Doflamingo said nothing as he covered the distance between them. Lamb? Yes. Roci was a lamb. But he was his lamb, and as the lion Doffy felt hungry- and insatiable of so many things.
Without any previous word, and nothing but a chuckle as his lips stretched to form a devious smirk, Doffy cupped Roci's cheek and kissed him there, in the church, with all the marble angels and the sacred figures judging them. As if he gave a fuck about them.
Roci started a bit when he felt the cold hands on his face, but allowed himself to be pulled into the kiss. He cheeks instantly warmed again as he felt heat pool under the skin. It was a bit embarrassing, Doffy kissing him here. The statues weren't real, but for some reason it still felt like a hundred eyes were watching the two scornfully. But it was love, just in another form, he reasoned. And love wasn't forbidden in a place that encouraged it, right? So he parted his lips for Doffy, just the way he had been taught, and let the other man in.
Doffy deepened the kiss, caressing the other's tongue with his own slowly at the beginning, but soon that soft kiss turned wilder and much more passionate. His free hand came to Roci's shirt and his nail, getting sharper and much more demon-like, quickly cut the buttons instead of taking the time to unbutton the shirt. Soon Roci's chest, with his pale skin and scars, were there for the empty eyes of the sculptures to see. Without waiting for the other to take any action against it, he pulled Roci's legs up and made him lay down as he hovered on top, just breaking the kiss to breath before quickly resuming.
Roci pulled away first, pushing Doflamingo's chest back with his fingertips. "Quit ruining my shirts!" he protested, looking down at the frayed threads. He only had so many shirts to wear, and Doffy was making his small selection even smaller. "Are we seriously going to do this here?" He shifted around the cramped pew, trying to see if anyone else had entered the church. Despite his worrying, Roci's hands absently grasped at the other's waist, keeping Doffy in position above him. Something about the way Doffy leaned over top of him -his broad shoulders and chest blocking out the view above, toothy grin leering down at him- made a thrill run down Roci's spine. It was like being pinned by a great beast; a beast unsure of whether he was going to play with his prey first or just simply devour it.
And Doffy was all down to devour Roci that time. He chuckled when the other complained about his shirt being ruined but Doffy couldn't care less. "I'll get you new shirts." He was sure that most of the clothes he owned would fit Roci to be honest. He didn't stop though, as he had no plans of leaving the church just now, especially not when he had found something much more interesting to do than to stare at the architecture and feel small. His hand caressed Roci's abs all the way down, until they teased Roci's cock through the fabric as he placed another long kiss on Roci's lips. And if someone walked in? Ha. Doffy couldn't really care less.
At least this time Roci wasn't just staying still and taking it. His fingers trailed lightly up Doffy's back until they were firmly nested in Doffy's short golden hair, and he kissed back hard, feeling his lips starting to swell. Once again, the leathery wings above him slowly flickered into existence, blocking out most of what remained of the fading light. The marble eyes staring back at them seemed to matter less and less as Doflamingo's hand rubbed his groin, and all of Roci's focus shifted to the icy blue eyes instead of the stone ones. But simple touches through clothes wasn't doing much for him, Roci needed to be closer. He brought his hands around and started unbuttoning Doffy's shirt, hands exploring the forms of tight muscles and tracing down before dipping them slyly below the hem of his pants. Roci's thumbs pressed into the indent of Doffy's hipbone as his fingers lightly touched the soft flesh, stirring it to life.
A small, almost unnoticeable groan left Doffy when Roci reached his cock. It turned him on, much more than what he had anticipated and soon his prick was rock hard thanks to the angel. His nails ripped Roci's pants open and he almost wanted the other to complain for that too. Doffy would muffle those complaints with his own lips. His hand grasped the other's cock and he begun rubbing it up and down as he deepened the kiss. He could have seen Roci's wings too but his eyes were closed as he lost himself in the kiss.
Scowling a bit at the rough treatment, Roci bit down on Doffy's lip. Not hard enough to make him bleed, but enough to hopefully make a point, since Doffy wasn't allowing him to speak. He continued to pump the man above him, his own back arching into the touches as Doffy swept a thumb over the swelling head. This was blatantly sacrilegious, but Roci was finding that he cared less and less with every fluttering touch.
Having kissed the other enough already Doffy began ravishing the angel's neck, placing kisses and biting hard here and there and sucking whenever he thought that particular spot should have a hickey. His hand didn't stop teasing Roci's dick for a while, but he didn't want the other to cum just yet, so after a few minutes he stopped the stroking to begin stretching out the other's entrance. His fingers were coated with the precum that had leaked from the angel so he thought the other would be alright with just that to save his asshole. Without hesitation he slid a finger in.
Roci winced as the finger pushed in. While familiar with the action now, the thought of it still made him fairly uncomfortable. But they were taking it slower this time, so hopefully he wouldn't be as sore after. To distract himself he ran his fingers through Doffy's hair, occasionally feeling the transition from soft to hard skin at the junction between Doffy's shoulder and wings. They still fascinated him for some reason. He noticed that there were little bumps poking at the surface here and there, little quills pushing at the skin. "Mmm, I think your feathers are growing back," he groaned as Doffy put in another finger.
Doffy traced a circle within Roci as the other spoke. "I know..." he said as he gave hungry nips along Roci's throat. He had noticed how they begun growing after he took care of Roci and the burns were healed, or almost healed. In a month or so he would have black feathers again- if nothing bad happened before. After stretching Roci a bit he just pushed another finger in. Soon he would penetrate the other, and the thought of doing so in the church under the judging yet void eyes of the sculptures and paintings was stupidly exciting.
Closing his eyes, Roci latched tightly to Doffy as he pushed and scissored his fingers. It was starting to feel a bit better, and he willed himself to relax and breathe a bit to aid in the process. het knotted his fingers in Doffy's hair as he moved along his throat, rubbing his thumbs around his ears and down his jawline. That was another thing Roci couldn't help but like: the way Doffy's jaw ended so sharply. It was well defined and wide, and he could hook his fingers in behind the bone to pull him in if he wanted to. So he did that, and pulled Doffy up for another kiss. He was hard and aching by this point, and he couldn't help but let out a moan as they pressed their bodies together.
Doflamingo kissed Roci hungrily as he pulled out his fingers. He had to recognize that he liked that of Roci pulling him up to get kissed again. It made him feel even more wanted, and that turned him on further. His hand came to guide his cock, pushing inwards and expecting Roci to relax, unless he wanted the outcome to be the same as last time. He looked down, at the cock disappearing within the angel and he bit down his own lip, looking at the show of Roci being penetrated. Fucking hell, that was hot.
Taking deep breaths, Roci willed his body to relax as he felt Doffy enter him. Doffy was watching the show, but Roci kept his eyes up to the blue painted ceiling, fearing that if he looked too he'd clench up again. His hands knotted tighter in the other's hair. He didn't mean to be rough, but he just felt so full, and there was still more to take. Roci could feel the beads of sweat forming on his forehead and chest, and after a moment more Doffy was fully seated in him. It was then Roci decided that, though he'd been gentler and more considerate this time, no amount of stretching could ever prepare him for Doffy's length. "Move," he grunted after a few seconds had passed. The initial pain was dulling, and he needed the friction right now.
A chuckle eluded Doffy, but he complied, not without a remark, of course. "Eager are we…" he said as he rolled his hips. Hell, Roci was always so tight it was maddening. That initial naivety was gone, yes, but Doffy still felt amused and entertained. If he got Roci to be much more sexual -as long as he was the only one enjoying that side of him- he'd be satisfied. "Hmmm… you like that, huh?" he asked as he wiggled his hips slightly, deliberately adding more pressure in Roci's sweet spot.
Roci let out a small, breathy gasp as Doffy hit it. He hooked his legs around the back of the other man's thighs and canted his hips slightly, wanting to feel more pressure there. Now he couldn't help but let his muscles coil and uncoil around Doffy's length. Roci buried his face into the crook of Doffy's neck, smelling the scent of sweat and sex and grateful for the cold skin pressed against his flushed face. He nodded his head a bit, unsure if the other felt it. "Mhmm…" he mumbled into the hollow of his collarbone. Yes he liked that. He liked it a whole hell of a lot more than he would ever admit.
Doflamingo grunted when he felt the added pressure onto his length. If it had been maddening before now it was making him breath heavily as he resumed rolling his hips. "Say it then-" he wanted to hear those words coming from Roci's lips, in that fucking church. It was sacrilege, he was aware of it, but if they were going to sin they better sin properly.
Roci held on a bit tighter as Doffy continued to deliberately just miss the spot. Without the jolt of electricity at the end of each thrust, Doffy's movements were nothing but a back and forth motion to Roci. His breath came out more ragged, and he wanted more, but he was still afraid to say the words aloud. "Yes…" he said quietly, face still buried in Doffy's neck.
"Yes what?" he wanted all the words, and he would not stop the teasing until he heard them. His hips wiggled slightly and pressure was added momentarily to the other's prostate, but for a mere second. "Say it-" he repeated, with an evil smirk on his lips.
Frustrated, Roci pulled his head back to look Doffy straight in the eye, a frown pinching his brow. He felt his face reddening again as he looked into the icy blue eyes. But that smirk the other wore was pissing him off a bit. "Yes, so just fuck me already!" he said angrily.
Doflamingo guffawed at that. Hell, he thought the other should scream that more often. Grabbing Roci by the arms he lifted him, impaled as he was on Doffy's cock, and carried him over to the altar, throwing everything on it to the floor with his power. Useful demon skills. Once he had Roci lying on the marble surface he lifted the angel's legs, placing them on his shoulders to make the penetration deeper- as if he needed to go any deeper, but whatever. "Alright then…" was all he said, with that evil smirk turning into a grin that was showing that he was enjoying this way too much. And, without waiting any longer, he began thrusting into Roci, hard. He couldn't help but to enjoy the echo their skin slapping together made.
Yep, this was sacrilege: Sacrilege in its highest form. But Doffy was reaching new levels within Roci, so at that moment he couldn't care less. His skin was slipping a bit on the smooth marble, and all he could do was hold on to the edge with one hand while another dug sharply into Doffy's back, leaving deep red scratches behind. He let out a breathy moan as Doffy fucked him hard on top of the altar, feeling wave after wave of pleasure build up inside of him. The other hadn't even touched his cock, but it didn't matter. Doffy was relentless, and every movement threatened to send Roci over the edge, metaphorically and literally. "Hah...Doffy…" he gasped, clenching his jaw as he tried to keep control of his looming orgasm. He wanted to keep going a little longer but at this rate it wasn't going to happen.
Doffy grunted, with a small and sexy grin on his lips as he pounded into Roci. The sweat that had formed in his forehead begun to slide down his jawline, going past his neck and getting lost in his collarbone, absorbed by the shirt he was still wearing. He was holding the angel's hips so Roci didn't go over the edge with each thrust. Roci's words echoed in the church and so did the dark chuckle that eluded Doffy's lips afterwards. He fucking loved that. Doffy's eyes roamed over Roci's expression, chest, abs... until they fell on the unattended cock. It was throbbing already but Roci hadn't reached his orgasm… but he was close, and Doffy wanted to see him lose it when that happened, so he fucked him harder, thrusting almost violently in a way that he'd be stimulating the other's prostate almost with each thrust.
Roci couldn't hold it anymore, and he cried out as he came, fists curling in the fabric of Doffy's shirt. It echoed off the high ceiling and came back to him over and over. His eyes squeezed shut and he trembled on the altar as the heat and pleasure rolled off of him. The only thing that anchored him now was the hands on his hips, Doffy leaning above him. If Roci could find his voice, he would have started to worship him here with whispers and sweet nothings.
Oh, that certainly sounded much more glorious to him than a thousand hymns to a God that only complicated their lives. Doffy didn't stop moving until he felt his own orgasm building, the weight on his lower stomach, his legs stiffening, wings spreading, muscles coiling- for everything to uncoil at the same time. Muttering a loud curse he spilled within Roci and his wings shuddered as he rested his weight on his hands, releasing Roci's hips. Fucking hell, that felt amazing. Doffy said nothing for a while, still regaining his breath.
Both of them lay there in the dim church, trying to recompose themselves as the light faded away. They were painted with the colours thrown around by the stained glass windows in the last of the light, almost like they too had been shattered and artfully re-arranged. Above him, Doffy panted hot puffs of air, and Roci was mesmerized by a drop of sweat as it rolled down his temple to stop at his chin. He leaned up to lick the salty water away, feeling the other as he shifted slightly, still deeply rooted in him. He would've liked to stay like that just for a little while longer, but the cool air was sucking the heat from his sweat-soaked skin, and he shivered at the brush of Doffy's cold skin against his. "That was good," he said in a breathy voice, ignoring as the goosebumps rose on his arms.
Doffy's smirk widened, forming a grin before he placed a few kisses on Roci's collarbone. He did notice the goosebumps on Roci's arms, and he thought it was about time to leave. Standing up straight he pulled out his cock, still a bit hard... and oh how amusing it was to see the cum drip down Roci's cheeks and stained that sacred marble of the alter. To defile a servant of God in his very own house, on his very own table! He stifled the chuckle that was threatening to escape his lips. "It's night already, do you want to go to my place?" he questioned as he zipped up his pants.
Roci thought on that for a moment as he stretched out his wings and looked for his clothes strewn among the pews. There was still a bit of soreness, but it wasn't nearly as bad as their first time. In all honesty, he really wanted a hot shower and a hot smoke after all of that. Rummaging through the pockets of his jeans he found a crumpled pack of cigarettes, flicking the bottom to force a few out of the paper packaging. He put one between his lips and offered the other to Doffy. "Your place sounds nice," he said nonchalantly. It was better than where he was holed up at the moment, and something about his apartment being so high up without feeling like Roci was going to fall was exciting. No one had a better view of the skyline than Doffy did.
Doffy took the cigarette, lighting it up with his thumb, the tip bursting into flame for a few seconds as he gave a long drag. The fire disappeared as soon as it had come and he found himself eyeing Roci's chest and the way his wings stretched. Scars included, he was a beautiful thing, and it was pointless to deny it. "Let's go to my place then." He gave the other an almost charming grin without being aware of it. He took a look around and picked up the shreds of Roci's shirt and he chuckled, giving the other an apologetic smile. "I can give you mine if you are cold," he offered as he walked towards the exit of the church. It was his fault Roci lacked a shirt now after all.
That was the first time Roci had seen a genuine smile from the other. Not one of his leering grins that made ice shoot down his spine, but a real, warm smile. He looked at the remains of his shirt in Doffy's fingers with a mix of amusement and frustration. He took a drag of his cigarette, before nodding. "Sure, I'll take yours." He couldn't get Doffy out of his damn shirt during sex, might as well get an eyeful of him when he was willing to take it off.
Doffy chuckled, but he took it off immediately, with a grin still playing on his lips and he offered it to Roci. "There," he said. His collarbone, chest and abs had still the glow that all the sweating during sex had given him, but the shirt was dry enough for Roci to wear it. He pushed open the church's doors and he took a look around. It was going to be a calm night without a cloud in the sky, perfect for flying, or for admiring from his couch.
Roci watched how the muscles under Doffy's back moved as he walked ahead of him, skin shining slightly with moisture. He was magnificently built, not too bulky, not too lean. Roci found himself being a voyeur as he walked behind him, occasionally tapping the ash off the end of his cigarette. He was a bit lost in the way Doffy walked to pay attention to the cigarette...or where he was stepping. His wing somehow got in front of his foot and before he knew it he was on the ground. He cursed darkly from the floor for a moment, before pushing himself to his hands and knees.
By the time Doffy turned Roci was already on the floor. A brow arched at that, and he bit back a mean comment as he leant to help him up. "You okay?" he asked, and in an unexpected way that reminded me of the way they met a few weeks ago. It had all started like that, and that brought the ghost of a smile to his lips as he helped Roci to stand up again. It was unbelievable how much everything had changed since that day.
Roci allowed himself to be helped to his feet. "Yeah, m'fine," he grumbled in embarrassment. He reached around and grabbed his wing, smoothing out the disorderly feathers that had caused him to trip. They were too long and kept getting in his way. He was almost tempted to pull them out, but that would painful and would wreak havoc with his already dodgy flying skills. Not that he flew too much nowadays anyway. "Let's get going, the last train'll be leaving soon…"
He would have suggested them to fly, but after that he thought it'd be better to get a train. Without anything more than chuckle Doffy lead the way to the train station. Since he was shirtless a lot of people looked at him in awe after giving him confused looks. Doffy could hear their thoughts and hell if they were dirty. He pondered if the angel beside him could hear what those humans were thinking, and if that would have any effect on him.
Roci didn't need to be a mindreader to see the lust in some of the other passenger's eyes. He scowled a bit at that. Was he seriously getting jealous? He was almost tempted to take Doffy's shirt off and give it back to him, but then he would be the one half naked and being stared at, and Roci definitely didn't have the body or the confidence to do such a thing. So he stood close in silence, ignoring the looks of other passengers. Frustrated, he stretched out a wing to cover Doffy's exposed chest. It really didn't do anything, as mortals couldn't see it, but it gave him some comfort.
That was so cute Doflamingo could have kissed Roci at that moment. But he didn't do anything but give him an amused grin as his fingers hooked in the hem of Roci's waistband, bringing him closer. He hovered over his lips with his own for a few seconds. "Jealous?" he asked, in a low and sexy tone. If Roci could have heard what the others thought, how most of the people in that train would have gladly tried to get into Doffy's bed given the chance, he would have gotten much more jealous wouldn't he? Amused, Doffy shared his power for a few seconds, allowing the angel to hear what he was hearing just for his own personal entertainment.
The closeness of Doffy's lips to his while people were watching made him go red, but when Doffy shared his insight with him it went red for a whole different reason. The perverseness of the other passengers sickened him, and he balled his fists before realizing that yes, he was jealous. Jealous and greedy. While Doffy had meant to show him the sins of others, Roci couldn't help but see the sin growing within himself. Had he really changed that much since meeting Doflamingo?
The train slowed and swayed. They had reached their stop, and Roci was glad of it. He grabbed the others hand and practically dragged him out of the carriage. Now he was more wary, and everyone passing by them became a threat. "Come on," he said, walking slightly ahead of the other so he couldn't see the dark look on his face.
That was cute and amusing in a way he never thought he'd like. Roci was jealous of the mortals and that was all because of him. He had loved the way the angel's cheeks had gotten red to be honest and now he was sure that if he was able to see his face he'd see how annoyed the whole situation made him. A grin tugged his lips, but he followed Roci without complaining.
"Are you in a rush, huh?" he dared to ask.
Roci cast a look back at Doffy, but didn't slow down. "Is that what you see when you look at people?" And when they look at you? He left that bit unsaid, but his grip tightened slightly. Roci couldn't even begin to imagine what it was like to see only the darkness and sins of people around him. It was disturbing, but maybe that was the reason why Doffy acted the way he did sometimes.
"Yeah," he shrugged. It was the most normal thing in the world for him. When he was visible he caught people fantasizing about him quite often to be honest. "I assume you didn't like it," he commented, noticing how Roci's hand squeezed his harder. He didn't mind it though, but he found that reaction quite interesting. And he wasn't done exploring it. Roci's jealous reactions would prove to be a great source of entertainment for Doflamingo.
Roci stopped and turned to face Doffy. He looked into the icy eyes, trying to read them, but he couldn't. "What do you see when you look at me?" he asked, both curious and agitated. Was he as easy to see through as the people on the train were?
"I really have to focus to read you," he said, but Roci could be read too. "I see you are starting to like me... perhaps too much," he said after over a minute of staring intensely into Roci's eyes. That wasn't good for Roci… or for him probably.
An awkward silence fell between the two as people continued to pass them by. Roci knew that them being together was dangerous, but something about Doffy implying it disheartened him a bit. He was being too clingy, but in the end, who else did he have? The other angels sure as hell didn't want anything to do with him, demons would kill him if they knew, and he didn't dare get too close to a mortal. Doffy was the only person who had ever really given a shit about a clumsy angel like him.
Roci turned away and started walking again. They had spent too long just standing there, and with this many people around it was too dangerous to make a scene.
That silence was an unwelcomed one. For some reason he felt his words had the wrong effect on Roci and when he turned he saw it clear. All the undisclosed words came to him and before the angel was away from his reach Doffy's hand came to grasp his wrist and he pulled the other closer, wrapping his arms around the other's waist, avoiding the wings. "I like you liking me," he said, not giving a fuck about the people staring at them. All of them were jealous of Roci at that moment, but Doffy didn't care. "I like it a lot," he added.
Doffy had caught him off guard, he had expected him to just let him walk away and sulk for a bit. But Roci felt warm as he was pulled closer, and he turned his head to hide the way his mouth tightened at the fallen angel's words. He didn't want him to see the look on his face right now after he was told that he was wanted. He'd never been wanted before.
"Me too," he said quietly after a few moments, turning his eyes back to the fallen angel's. He wasn't ging to be anything but honest now, they were in too deep for lies.
And that made it. Giving a big 'fuck you all' to all the people staring he leant and captured Roci's lips with his for a few seconds, seconds he would have wanted to last so much longer. But he couldn't get lost in that moment right now. "Let's go home." he said, releasing Roci, but his fingers found the other's and he intertwined them and resumed walking, leading the way to his flat.
Roci let himself be pulled along, warm fingers locked with Doffy's cold ones and his heart beating hard in his chest. He couldn't say anything past the big, stupid smile spreading across his face. He didn't care about the people who saw them, he just wanted this moment of bliss to be his. So they walked like that until they reached the Doffy's building, the sky above an inky black colour at the closing of the day.