Chapter 19
The Author seriously thinks that she needs to change her ratings. It's a little rated down there. She seriously didn't think she would write anything rated. What do you all think of this little stunt?
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters that appear in PoT. Perhaps, this story is from inspirations, from everywhere and anywhere, above and beyond.
There were a few more minute chores to do before Ryoma headed down to second earth. One of which was to pack up some of the books he had taken out from the library and return them, at the same time bid Talom farewell.
Talom had become a close friend of Ryoma, Ryoma thought he might actually miss that cranky old angel behind his desk. Ryoma quietly placed the books back into the original locations that he had found them, softly caressing the spines of the books that he had read and those whom he had yet to discover their wonders.
"You know, you could borrow them down to earth."
Ryoma spun around quickly, reflex still sensitive to the war fought on the island. A sizable amount of energy surged around Ryoma, wings whipped out, ready for battle.
"Calm down, young one, mind the books."
Ryoma's wings shifted back behind him, "Talom." He greeted the Cherubim without his title.
"You got quite a bit of power there," Talom pushed himself away from the edging of the door to his office, "You should take a few books down to read; you'll probably bore yourself there."
"Really?"
"Yeah, something to remind you of home, anyway."
Ryoma beamed and turned around, flying around the shelves, scouring for books to bring, "How many?"
"No more than four."
"Six."
"Five."
"Alright, but take good care of them! I'll pass you a satchel, it'll take care of the books."
Ryoma flew from one end to the other, flitting about like those tiny worms on the earth with beautiful wings. He settled down in one rather dark corner of the library, flipping through some books to see which he'll like to bring down with him. He felt somebody close in behind him.
Ryoma whipped around and brought his fist up to meet whoever crept up behind him, only to find it caught by an angel.
"Nice reflex."
Ryoma blinked, it was Kunimitsu.
"Kuni!"
"Ryoma."
"What are you doing here?" Ryoma side-glanced at his hand, it was still being held by the Seraph.
Kunimitsu just stared into Ryoma's eyes then caught the younger angel's mouth with a tight urgency. Ryoma tried shifting back a little to brace the strong force by the Seraph but resulted in being hardly pressed between the solid body of The Right Hand and a bookshelf. Ryoma made a small noise with his throat that was replied by Kunimitsu eagerness, halfway straddling Ryoma to rub himself against him. Ryoma saw white stars. When they finally broke free, Ryoma was panting and gasping for air while Kunimitsu started suckling at Ryoma's throat.
"Kuni…" Ryoma groaned.
"Hush, my little angel," Kunimitsu proceeded to nibble at Ryoma's ear, bitting around the ridges. Ryoma squirmed; he was sensitive around that area. Kunimitsu started moving his hands down Ryoma to rub circles in the bottom of his back. Ryoma moaned.
A cough was heard.
Kunimitsu quickly leaped away from Ryoma, like a small boy being caught doing something bad. Talom was at the end of the aisle, looking everywhere but at them.
"Ryoma, I'll leave the satchel at the table out front. Have a safe trip." He proceeded to move away before turning back, "Only five." Then he hummed his way back into the office.
Ryoma looked embarrassed. Looking everywhere but at Kunimitsu; it was the first they had any contact. Kunimitsu was still gripping on his wrist. Then he felt something cold slip up, sending tingling sensations up his arm.
"For you." The Right Hand swept out of the library.
Ryoma looked at his wrist; another present from his lovers.
Karupin had passed him a note. The celestial cat had slipped out of the room when Ryoma was heading down to the library and had slipped back when Ryoma was packing the books into the satchel provided by Talom. The note required him to head down to the weaponry room.
"Coming, Karupin?"
The cat fluffed himself out.
"I guess not."
The weaponry room was huge. It held all sorts of weapons that angels used. The famous flaming sword was hung highest on the wall. According to the history books, it was the weapon for the Seraph of War.
"You are here."
Ryoma walked deeper into the room, "Genichirou."
"Come closer, let see if this fits you."
Genichirou held out a long sword that was double-edged, it was smaller than other sword, seemingly to fit Ryoma's shorter height. Ryoma gripped the end, it felt right. The sword hummed. The flaming sword on the wall started to hum too.
"They are brothers, the swords. I had it done that way."
Ryoma did a few tests with the sword; it seemed to cut at the air, "Why would I require a sword doing guarding?"
"Just to be safe. Besides, it'll be with you. You don't have to carry it with you all the time."
"Thank you," Ryoma hugged Genichirou. Genichirou patted the little angel's head.
"I haven't forgotten that you liked my feathers. I had it attached to the sword." The end of the sword had a hook that had Genichirou's feathers.
As Ryoma stroked the beautiful flaming red feathers, Genichirou commented, "I assume Kunimitsu met up with you?"
Ryoma looked up, "Yeah, how you know?"
Genichirou shrugged, "He has a penchant for leaving marks behind, especially on the neck."
Ryoma quickly brought his hand up to cover his neck, that was when Genichirou bent down to give Ryoma a quick chaste kiss on the forehead before he turned around to leave the room.
"Stupid Seraphs and their disappearing acts," muttered Ryoma.
Ryoma should have known. He should have known that Syusuke would definitely not want to lose out on the rest. He should have known that weird Seraph would be up to no good. He should have known. Ryoma pulled at his hands, they were held in another's soft hands but tight and firm. Another body pressed up behind him. Syusuke had climbed into bed with him in the night.
"Syu."
"Hmm?"
"Why are you here?"
"Sleeping."
Ryoma sighed.
"Why, would you rather be doing something else?" giggled the blue haired Seraph.
Ryoma squirmed a little at the thought.
Fuji groaned, "No, don't do that."
Ryoma elbowed the Seraph, who moved an inch away howling, "Ryoma!" If Ryoma had eyes behind his head, he would have realized that the Seraph had a glint in his eyes.
Syusuke pulled Ryoma closer, flipping him onto the bed, before straddling himself on top of him, Ryoma's hands stretched above his head caught in one hand of Syusuke. Syusuke kissed him, pressed against the younger angel. Syusuke's tongue slipped into Ryoma's mouth, tasting and licking, that brought Ryoma up to grind against Syusuke; it had been a distressing few days. Syusuke's other hand started to pull at Ryoma's robes, loosening it to get in contact with Ryoma's skin, touching and feeling, like it gave life. It left a burning trail down Ryoma's body, until it hit the belt. Syusuke touched lower. Ryoma bit his lips and threw his head backwards. Syusuke rose up from the bed, wings spread wide behind him to assess his handiwork. Ryoma's hands were still above his head although Syusuke was not holding him down. The robe was mostly undone and Ryoma looked at him expectantly.
"No, let's just sleep."
Syusuke covered Ryoma up, kissed him on the cheeks and snuggled up behind him.
Ryoma woke up the next morning with a necklace around his neck, a tiny symbol hung there with a blue lightning feather attached.