The Dark Angels: With Wings (19 page)

What a fucking moron I am, thinking there could ever be more!

Finally accepting that's what I wanted...I'm just a warm fucking body to him!

The tears that threatened to spill made him really pissed off. His hurt morphed into anger as quickly as he could make it happen.
Well, fuck Angel
Fucking Luv! He wants to use me I will use him. I will just see him like the
warm body he sees me as, and get the fuck over myself! How could I have
imagined myself with Angel long-term. Ha! Like that could have ever
worked!

Brief minutes later, Angel opened the sliding glass door. "Ah, you got up. I was hoping you were still warming our bed." He came over and embraced him easily as he had for the past few weeks.

Instead of allowing himself to melt like he usually did, Darius stiffened. He tried not to but he couldn't help bracing himself against the delicious feelings being held by Angel created in him.

"What's up, baby?" Angel asked.

"Nothing." He was trying to make his face grin. No way in hell would he say what he overheard, so he went with seductive. "But I am sure you can change that if you wanted to," he purred wanting to pretend away the hurt and pain.

Laughing, Angel slid to his knees right in front of him to palm his cock. Apparently, his cock had no emotional baggage and began to harden in the large hand that was caressing it. Angel ran a tongue over the jersey shorts he had on which made him rock hard. Watching Angel's long tongue lick out, Darius's prick tented the grey shorts. Angel smiled up at him.

"Guess I changed it, huh?"

He choked on his forced laughter as Angel mouthed his dick for another moment before releasing it from his shorts. Angel's wicked tongue circled the crown and then sexy lips surrounded him as he was chewed down right to the very base. Once there, Angel swallowed.

Dare moaned and pulled Angel's hair to bring him closer as he sat down allowing the other man complete access. His heart still bled from overhearing that he was nothing more than a 'warm body' but he couldn't deny the pleasure he felt at this moment. Darius realized their time was coming to a rapid end. This could be one of the last times they were together like this so he needed to memorize every feeling and stroke Angel gave him.

Angel's mouth was a hot fiery cavern with a tongue that seemed to lick his cock with flames until he was literally burning up from it. He craved more. Angel's mouth pulled up his aroused cock slowly and then licked down past his balls. Angel lifted him so Dare's legs were draped over broad shoulders. His head disappeared and he felt the delicious sensation chase through him.

"What are you...Mmmm." He found a complete sentence beyond his ability. Angel's long wet tongue was teasing his opening with little flicks.

Peeking up at him, Angel jokingly said, "I believe this is referred to as 'rimming.'" His head disappeared again and the fabulous feelings restarted.

He moaned as he felt Angel's tongue point into a sharp arrow and stab into him. "Oh! Angel. Please," he pleaded. He loved when Angel did this to him.

Angel's pointed tongue entered him again and again just like an agile little dick. At the end of each inward thrust, the tongue curled and licked only to be dragged back out to quickly flick around the rosette entrance.

Once his entrance was slick and pulsating, Angel rolled on a condom and entered him. Angel usually took him for a nice long slow ride, but tonight it felt different.

The urgent need was sharper...stronger knowing the end of their time in Bali was coming to an end. Neither of them wanted slow. They needed it hard, fast and a little rough. The return to reality was looming, Darius needed Angel to pound inside him hard so he could forget. Forget that he was nothing but a 'friend with benefits' to Angel and soon those benefits expired.

Angel didn't stroke his cock even though it was leaking and practically whining for the attention of his big fist. He pumped himself inside of Darius much quicker than usual. Angel found his release and shouted his relief. It was almost enough to bring off him but Angel gripped the base of his cock stopping his completion.

"Ahhh, God why did you do that?" He grimaced as his building orgasm abandoned him. Trying to figure out why Angel was rolling on a condom onto his throbbing cock. "Angel?"

"Shhh, Darius." Angel kissed and licked into his mouth with heat.

He pushed his hips up to press into Angel's fist that was wrapped around his aroused cock.

Angel let go of his cock as he reached under the couch to retrieve an abandoned bottle of lube. He squirted some out and reached back to stretch himself. Darius watched the sexy act while trying not to drool.
Wait, why is
he opening himself up to me like this? Angel doesn't do this. He doesn't
bottom...he's never even done this.

"What are you doing?" The words just fell from his lips.

"Shhh, I want you to be inside me, Darius," Angel whispered, giving him a shy smile.

"But I thought..."

Angel shook his head. "I know." Without another word exchanged, Angel rose over Darius, straddling him slowly. "Want you. I want Darius Stone to be inside me." Angel's voice was husky and dark.

They interlocked hands as Angel lined himself up and slowly glided his opening onto Darius's lust-hardened pole. Once he was fully seated on his lap, Angel closed his eyes to savor the fullness he must be feeling.

"Mmmm, Darius you are inside me." Angel opened his beautiful brown eyes to look down into his face, and smiled. "You feel better than I ever imagined." On a small groan, he raised himself up and then let gravity carry him down.

"Oh!" Darius cried out in surprise. His cock was in the tightest hottest hole he had ever been in. "You feel so good."

Then the entire situation hit him in the face. He was inside Angel, where no one else had ever been before. Angel had never let anyone this close to him because he couldn't separate the emotion from this particular act. He had been saving it for love.
Maybe?
Though he did say other guys could not let emotion in and just focus on the sex. His heart dropped when he realized Angel probably just figured out that he couldn't possibly get emotionally involved with Darius. Therefore, he was as safe as Angel's purple plastic dildo. His heart broke a little more but since it was already completely shattered there wasn't much left to break.

Even though the shards of glass were being jammed in his heart, he wanted the connection to go on forever. But that would be impossible given how Angel was moving. He was all over Darius like hot liquid silk. "Angel!

Oh. So hot and tight."

Angel sat still for a moment and smiled his sex smile at him. His heart stuttered as feelings tried to come out of his mouth but he clamped his mouth shut. Angel canted his hips up and down as they got down to the matter at hand. Sex. That's all this was, and he would do well not to forget it.

He reached around to grip the perfect globes of Angel's ass bouncing up and down against Darius's thighs. Angel rode him with passion. He moved his hands from Angel's backside to Angel's front side. That long cock seemed very interested in gaining Darius's attention.

He wrapped his fingers around Angel and stroked him back to full hardness. He rubbed the pre-cum that dribbled over the tip back down over his long shaft. His own cock was in Heaven. Once Angel was fully aroused, Dare let his cock enjoy the warm and snug fit of Angel's body.

"Close, Angel?" It was a question and a statement.

"Yeah." Angel barely said the word above his breath. Eyes stayed locked on his. "Almost."

He hastened his stroking action on Angel's cock before he saw Angel throw back his head and cry out his name as he came. Angel truly looked like the God of Rock in a state of pure ecstasy. Long dark hair flowing back, ripped muscles, slim angular features and a mouth made to be kissed crying out in bliss. His creamy pleasure spurted all over Darius's chest.

The exquisite vision triggered his climax. Angel rode him hard as his body squeezed pulling Dare's load up from his toes and out of his cock.

Angel continued moaning with the waves of his own orgasm as he milked Darius of his burden. He roared with pleasured relief as he lost himself inside of Angel's body. The contractions were so strong he thought he was going to expire from it.

When they were both fully spent, Angel fell onto Dare's chest.

Aftershocks still hummed through their bodies, his arms holding Angel while they caught their breath.

Angel groaned as he disconnected himself from him, placing a kiss on his lips as consolation. He fell over onto his side and grabbed Darius to hold him close.

He felt like time was speeding up and reality was rushing to meet him.

He tried like hell not to hurt over the words that still rang in his ears. Darius realized he should probably reassure Angel they would go back to friends when they were back home. Put his singer's mind at rest, that he would keep his promise and not turn into some kind of clingy chick.

Clearing his throat, he tried to find the right words. "Hey, Angel. I just want to let you know..."
Fuck this was hard!
He cleared his throat again, before saying, "I will honor our agreement."

Angel got up on his hands to look down into his face, and asked with a smile and a bit of confusion. "What do you mean? Honor what?"

The blond casually threw an arm over his face to hide his watering eyes. "You know, about us being
just
friends when we return..." He swallowed down the tears that were stinging his eyes. He couldn't look at Angel.

Angel didn't say anything. It was completely silence in the villa.

Stumbling around for the right words, "I don't want you to think..."

That I fell in love with you and it is going to rip my soul out not be with
you...
"That I would go back on my word." He worked on swallowing past the lump of emotion that suddenly appeared in his throat.

"Oh. Yeah." Angel seemed to be looking for words. "Of course not, Dare. I know that. You said 'friends with benefits' while we were in Bali..."

Angel's voice was soft and mellow.

His lips traced Darius's jawline and down to his throat returning back up to his lips. He opened for him trying not to think. He let Angel's lips, mouth and tongue erase the reality that was crashing in on them. They didn't move from the day bed; they made out for a very long time before going to sleep in each other arms.

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The mad dash to the airport was truly unnecessary since it was a charter plane. However, it gave them something to do and Darius was eternally grateful for something other to think about than his time with Angel ending. Well, not ending. They were still friends and they were still in The Dark Angels together. And wasn't that just perfect.

Darius was going to have to pretend everything was just fine. That the best time he'd ever had in his life was as meaningless to him as it obliviously was Angel. He knew this day was coming, but he did not expect it to feel like his heart was ripped out and kicked to the curb. He hadn't expected to fall in love.

So he focused on packing. He got obsessive about the little details. If Angel noticed the growing space that seemed to be widening between them, he didn't say anything. Probably because he approved of it, it showed him that Darius was going to keep to his word. And he was damn it! He was because there wasn't another option.

How stupid was he to fall in love with Angel Luv, the lead singer of The Dark Angels? When he thought about how that sounded, the reality should have always been clear to him. He knew this wasn't meant for keeps so it was his own damned fault he had a knife twisting in his gut.

Sitting there on the plane now as the one flight attendant barely gave them their safety instructions because he was too busy flirting with them.

Brad, his name was Brad, which he told Angel at least a dozen times while he flirted with him. Angel wasn't returning the flirting or the invitational banter but it still bugged Darius. He knew he had no right to be jealous.

They weren't together--after all that was the deal. Their time had come to a close. So there was no reason for Angel not to pick up with his life before Bali.

Bali had not been the life-changing event for Angel as it had been for Darius. He had not had the best sex of his life with another man. He did not have to try to readjust how he thought about himself and who he was. He had not fallen in love. Nope, Angel could just go on as before. Nothing had changed for him where as everything had changed for Darius. The world had become vividly full of color and now it returned to its dim shades of gray, though darker now.

Darius must have been really out of it because he jumped when Angel laid a hand on his thigh and said, "What?"

Angel's hand gently traced a pattern up and down Darius's thigh.

Slow. Lazy. Sexy. Darius's cock already started to respond like one of Pavlov's dog getting excited by a damned bell. Angel just needed to lay a finger on Darius and he needed him like mad. Wanted him more than air.

Angel rested his head on Darius's shoulder and stage whispered, "Technically, we are still in Bali."

Looking out at the tarmac, Darius could definitely see they were still on the ground. "So?"

"Well, I think the pact is still in effect." Angel nuzzled into Darius's neck.