Mending Broken Wings

[Andy Metro]

Andy wandered into the little pub, wondering what the music and laughter was all about. He had been told if there was an ‘OPEN’ sign on the door, it was a place where anyone could enter, and he did. He noticed a group of men throwing darts at the wall and smiled. It looked like a fun game. He wandered past men hitting balls with sticks on a green table and smiled again. He wondered how difficult it was to hit the little balls and make the miss the holes like that. “Look how fucking tall he is.” Were the whispers coming from here and there, “Must be some kind of mutant.” Andy decided not to correct them, as Matt had told him not to tell people he was an angel outside of Haven.

Andy was dog bone tired and it showed on his weary, weather-beaten face. “What will it be, Mister.” A voice called out and Andy turned to see a man, cleaning a glass. The man was looking at him with an inquiring look. “What will what be?” he asked curiously and tilted his head slightly in confusion. The man chuckled and put the glass down on the bar, “We got a live one fella’s.” he called out with a smirk on his face. Andy mistook it for a smile and smiled back. “Yes, I am alive.” He answered as he walked up to the bar and sat on a stool. He was so very tired from forgetting to sleep and very hungry from forgetting to eat. It was hard living on earth and there were things he thought he would just never get used to.

“Give him a whiskey.” Someone called out. “No, give him mead, isn’t that what angels drink?” another person shouted. “I’m buying, give him a glass of honey mead.” The second voice continued. The bartender scoffed and filled a glass with something dark and aromatic and placed it roughly in front of Andy. “Drink it.” The man barked at him. Andy didn’t want to deny the man’s hospitality so he took the drink and lifted it to his lips. The flavor was oddly sweet and strange but it was cold and good. He liked it. Being that he was thirsty and hungry, he downed half of t before pulling the glass from his lips and putting it down. He liked the creamy white foam from his lip and made an “Ahhh.” Sound as he wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. “It’s very good, thank you.” He said.

Suddenly he felt a warmth go through him. It was a very pleasant, calming feeling. He sighed and settled in comfortably on his bar stool. Andy felt a tap on his shoulder and he turned to look to see who it was. “Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you were someone else.” A young Latino looking man said. What he didn’t see was the other youth behind him, dropping something into his drink. He waved at the man as he walked away, not fully understanding why he was snickering as he left but he shrugged it off. Andy turned back to his drink and picked it up. He looked down the bar and several young men were seen watching him, he smiled as they raised their glasses to him and he raised his back. Snickering broke out when he raised the glass to his lips and downed the other half.

The bartender looked over at the group of young men and his eyes grew wide, “Aw HELL! What did you put in his drink??” He shouted and grabbed a bat off the wall behind the bar. The group fell into full on laughter, the only word uttered was, “Vibe.” The bartender chased the youths as they ran out of the bar then returned to his post behind the bar. “I think maybe we should make you throw up or something, them boys put drugs in your drink.”
Andy looked up at the bartender, already feeling strange, “What? Drugs?” he asked as the world just seemed to be…crooked. He tried to focus on the man but the light breeze blowing on his cheek distracted him and he closed his eyes, “That…feels good.” He murmured.

“Oh fuck.” The bartender growled. “Everyone out, we’re closed!” he shouted and began herding everyone out, except for Andy. Once everyone was out, the bartender ran out and down the street along with everyone else, leaving Andy in the bar and the door wide open. Andy sat there, unaware that everyone had left but he felt something like sandpaper scraping his back. “Ow.” He whimpered and took off his long black coat and threw it on the floor. The sound of it landing made him duck because it sounded very, very loud. “Woah!” he exclaimed at the sound, wide eyed. “OW!” he whined as the feeling continued and got more intense. He pulled off his shirt and got immediate relief. Andy sighed and groaned his approval as the breeze from outside blew across his wings.

Andy suddenly had a feeling he needed to get home, he stood up and turned around to face the door but the room kept going without him and he stumbled into a pool table. Had anyone seen him before he fell into it, they would have seen the ‘flower of life’ tattoo on his lower torso, identifying him as the archangel Sandalphon. The green felt was so soft and the shiny colorful balls felt so good to touch, so cool and hard. Andy simply lay down on the table with his cheek resting on one of the balls, his hands stroking the felt. Soon the ball was too warm to be comfortable so he pushed it away and lay his cheek on the felt.

Every sound, every motion was intensified ten fold. Any loud noise from outside made him jump than laugh in his angelic voice, which would shatter a window or two each time. He liked the sound of the smashing glass and would laugh again when he heard it. Andy realized something was wrong, very wrong and fear gripped him, even if everything did feel so good. “Matt…Metradon…h.help…me.” he cried out.

[vengeance]

Vengeance had been out since Angelique had gone into the sleep of the dead. He had been walking around trying to clear himself of all the bad habits that he had grown used to. He was broke and without Angelique's backing. He had lost everything when the new owner came to play in Lust. But he needed to get back to being Raphael and so he fought it all down and finally returned to home in New Vegas. His boots thumped on the ground as he made his way along the street. He walked aimlessly. He even had given up smoking but every now and then he found himself reaching into his pocket to grab out a pack that wasn't there.

He had wanted to curse this time but kept the words from taking form and falling from his lips. He needed a drink. Drinking wasn't bad. Yes, a drink would be good. But as he went to open the door people started running out as if something horrifying were about to happen. One man grabbed his trench coat collar pushing him into a wall. "Don't go in there. He's not right." But he ran off and at seven feet he watched them all run out and he went to the open door. Oh, this was going to be fun. Was it a demon? Demons would be fun to destroy. And he could do that.

He went inside slowly as he glanced around. His body tense waiting for an attack. He watched the half naked... He saw the marking of who this man was and then his eye slid over the man's branded wings. So beautiful and intricate like perfection. The man looked like perfection. But then he saw Sandalphon lay down on the pool table. He didn't make any noise because he didn't want to scare the archangel. What had happened? Why was the archangel laying on the pool table?

He ducked as glass began to shatter every time Sandalphon laughed. This was bad. What had these... people given to the archangel? He slowly walked over as Sandalphon called out for Metradon... He moved closer to the man. "Hey there, my friend. What do you go by here?" He spoke soothingly in his angelic voice as he put a gentle hand onto his shoulder and leaned down to whisper in his ear. "Do not worry, I am Raphael." He spoke soothingly. "Let me help you up and perhaps we can find your brother. But first I would say you need to work this stuff out of your system."

He tested his theory since he had a possibility he knew what it was. He blew lightly along Sandalphon's cheek and down along his neck. "Let's not break anymore windows, yes? I may get cut or you and we wouldn't want that, would we?" He was watching him closely. Working for Angelique had made it so he knew all different types of drugs and what they caused. "But here I am called Vengeance. Let's get you some water. What do you say?"

He ran his hand down along Sandalphon's arm as if enticing him to follow and do what he wanted. He had learned much and some habits just died hard. He leaned over and blew his breath along Sandalphon's shoulder. Perhaps enticing him to follow directions would be a very good thing to getting the angel to safety. "Wouldn't you like that? Nice cool water to quench your thirst and some bread. Perhaps we can find some food and water for you here."

He spoke as he took a step to get them moving in the right direction or what Vengeance thought was the right direction.

[Andy Metro]

Andy knew it was the voice of an angel the moment he heard it. He looked up to see the very tall man and forced a smile. “I am known as Andy.” The hand on his shoulder sent a shiver down his entire body leading straight to his groin and he let out a pleasured groan. The breath on his ear felt so good he let out a wimper, desiring more. He knew this was wrong but his body was enjoying it, even if his mind wasn’t. “Raphael…” he murmured just as the angel blew against his cheek. That was all he could take of such stimulus without action. The problem was, he wasn’t in a position to demand action.

Vengeance hand trailing down his arm was all he could take, he needed more touching. With all the speed his angelic body could muster, he moved so that he was standing in front of Veng, his hands planted on his chest. “Touch me, let me touch you.” He begged, “Touch me more.” Andy never knew that touching could feel so good. This may have been wrong, but in the right environment, it would be amazing. “Water, bread, yes…but you too.” He whispered sharply. “Take me somewhere, touch me more.” He begged as his hands began to roam Veng’s torso. “I just need to touch you…I just need you to touch me…it feels so good, it hurts not to touch…what’s wrong with me?” he whimpered softly, watching his fingertips with fascination as they traced over the muscles beneath Veng’s shirt.

Putting that particular drug in an angel’s drink was a particularly cruel thing because Angels already felt joy and pleasure more proficiently than humans, which intensified the effect 10 fold. It was also a dangerous thing for an angel with an uncontrollable libido might get desperate enough to go to a vampire or a demon for relief from the need to bring himself to multiple peaks of pleasure. “Raphael…Raphael….please…it hurts.” He begged. If his man gear got much more uncomfortable in his pants he would have to remove them.

[vengeance]

Vengeance knew that sounded anywhere. He knew what tortures the body in desire could have and this drug was nasty but delightful all at once. The effects were delicious but at the same time terrible to the person under the influence. "Andy quite a change from Sandalphon in names." He whispered like a breath only for Andy's ears. As his breath slid out to slide along Andy's ear and neck he heard the whimper and his own body was reacting to the sounds that Andy was making. He couldn't help it. He knew he shouldn't want the angel in Andy's state of mind.

The drugged mind but a part of him wanted Andy willing and wanting of his own accord but that could be fixed later. Right now he was fighting his own desire but the desire was winning out in the moment. His hand slid along Andy's arm enticing and wanting to feel the man's skin as much as to make the angel feel better. He heard his name fall from Andy's lips. His real name and it sounded so good. He hadn't heard it from anyone's lips in such a long time and Vengeance's eyes slid down to Andy's mouth at the thought. He wanted to hear him say his name again.

Soon though Andy was up of his own accord and his hands pressed against Vengeance's chest had him wanting to slide his hand up into Andy's hair and taking his mouth with his own. He heard the next words and had to close his eyes for a moment before they opened and shown with heat. Touch me... Let me touch you echoing in his head. Bread and water and you, too. He slowly slid his hand back up along Andy's arm as he met Andy's eyes. Old habits died hard, Vengeance. You know what you want and he is ripe for the taking.

"Touch all you like, Andy. But let me tell you a warning... I hope you understand where this leads to. I want to warn you even if it doesn't register. It leads straight to me taking you to bed with me." His hand softly slid down along Andy's back before sliding up into Andy's hair and he pulled him close. Their bodies pressed against each other fully. "They drugged you with I am guessing Vibe. It makes you desire to be touched and feel things at an unimaginable level. A breath even can be torture as it slides along your skin." To show it he blew along Andy's neck teasingly.

"A lick can feel even better but more torture. Should I lick you, Andy?" He wasn't really asking it was more one of those questions that you knew the answer to even before doing it. His tongue slid out and slid along Andy's neck but just the tip of his tongue as if to see if he may like the taste of Andy's skin on his tongue. Of course he did. He nipped along Andy's jaw softly. "Nips to the skin just for you, Andy. Your skin tastes good. Makes me wonder what the rest of your skin will taste like." He whispered wickedly. "But right now I want to taste that mouth of yours."

He heard the pleading and it was like music to his ears. That beautiful music that you wanted to press repeat just to hear it over and over again. His mouth came to Andy's and his tongue slipped inside as he held him like he wanted by the hair and his other hand slid along Andy's waist as he wrapped an arm about Andy's waist and his tongue explored Andy's mouth with a slow motion as if he were learning every contour that it offered. But then he pulled back some so that his mouth could brush Andy's as he spoke. "I know where we can go. Think you can wait long enough for us to get there?" Oh he had a wicked idea. They would walk and he'd continue to play with Andy all along the way.

Yes, tease the man senseless but as well bring him utmost pleasure by the end. Heat. Make Andy want so bad as they moved to where Vengeance could show Andy all that was good and could be enjoyed. Teasing was a delight it kept someone hot and wanting until you got all the joy out of it when you finally did release. It was a double edged sword and he would be teasing himself so much as well. But he wanted Andy in his bed and no where else would be good enough other than there.

[Andy Metro]

Even Vengeance breath on his ear and neck was enough to cause his balls to ache even more. He had never felt this good and this bad before at the same time. The bad was easy to fix with every touch, every caress Vengeance so kindly accommodated with. The only problem with that was, he had wanted Raphael for a very long time and it was stirring genuine desires he had long since given up on ever experiencing after Raphael left Heaven.

Permission to touch was exactly what Andy wanted as long as Vengeance touched him too. “Vengeance doesn’t sound like Raphael. It makes you sound cold and mean.” Andy blurted out, “But you are not and you never have been.” He pulled at Vengeance shirt so he could get his hands under it. He groaned as he slid his hands against Raphael’s skin, moving them to his lower back.

Now, for a normal angel, the wings extend to the lower back and across the shoulders, all Andy would have to do was open his hands wider and let his thumbs brush the tips of Vengeance’s flight wings. The feeling of doing that was amazing. What was even more amazing was that Andy’s wings, having double the wingspan of other angels, extended down his ass to his thighs and wrapped around his chest with flight wings extending up his neck and over his shoulders. Anywhere Raphael touched him, he was caressing the already ultrasensitive wings. “Oh my god.” He whimpered as their bodies touched.

“Raphael, I want you. I have always wanted you.” He murmured, leaning into his every touch. “Bed, a bed…soft…” he murmured at Vengeance words. “Lick…YES! OH YES!” he cried out as Vengeance touch brushed the wing marks on his neck, sending him into outer space. “More!” Then the nips came to his jaw, all he could do was pant and moan.

His mouth automatically opened to accept Raphael’s tongue and he returned the kiss, remembering how his brother had kissed Michael. He tasted so good, everything was so good, he didn’t know how to handle it other than to get lost in it and continue doing it. The next thing Vengeance said about having a place to go was music to his ears, waiting to get there was not. Why walk when they could teleport?

Andy shook his head, “No, no waiting, no walking.” He whined. “I have a downy feather at my bedside. Let me take you there?” he begged as he brushed his thumbs back and forth against the tips of Vengeance’s feathers on his back and pushed his groin against Vengeances.”

**permission to say Andy teleported them if you decide to—move to AC**