I didn't go back to my father's house, figuring that it was better off if he considered me dead. Instead I found a job, the easiest job to find for something as wanted and unwanted as I was. I became an entertainer for lonely demons in one of the seedier bars in the downtown area. The boss was sympathetic enough to limit my entertaining duties to in bar only, so I really only had to converse and drink with the patrons. They weren't allowed to try and take me out of the bar or anywhere private. Unfortunately, that didn't prevent many a drunk demon from trying to handle my private parts and feeling me up.
It was morning and I'd just gotten off work, and had gone to my favourite place to pout and privately drink away my sorrows. I took a swig of the bottle of vodka I'd gotten from the bartender before leaving and stared down at the dark purple water that ran far below the bridge I was perched on. Many times I had tried to convince myself to just let myself fall from the bridge, bring an end to the misery my heart felt, but there was always a thought of him that stopped me. It wasn't his fault that I was such a mess. It was my own and I needed to live with it.
"Isn't it a little early to be drinking?" asked a soft voice behind me. I didn't turn around. I didn't really care who it was, they were interrupting my peace.
"Isn't it a little early to be trying to pick up kids?" I replied in lieu of a response. I took another swig from the bottle scowling as I noticed it was almost empty now. I hoped the person would go away. I'd already dealt with all of the stupid pick up lines and touchy feelie males I could take for the day.
"You seem rather sad," the stranger said, keeping himself just upwind from me so I couldn't pick up his scent. I simply shrugged, hoping ignoring him would get him to go away sooner. "You have... beautiful wings." I laughed. How many times had I heard such a bullshit line in the last two months? Too many to care any more.
"So I hear," I said, with a bit of scorn in my voice. "I hear that just about every night when some creep is trying to get in my pants. So please, save the lines. I've heard them all." The person got closer and I scooted further down the bridge rail. I finished my bottle and sighed deeply, suddenly wishing I had another one.
"What is it that you do?" he asked, his breath hot on my shoulder. I was tempted to cringe, but I ignored the feeling, continuing to stare down at the rushing water below.
"I keep people company while they drown their sorrows in alcohol," I replied, keeping my voice cold. I wasn't at work now, I didn't have to pretend I wanted to talk. "I was working on doing that myself until you walked up."
"And what sorrows would someone like you be trying to drown?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned over my shoulder. "I would think anyone as beautiful as you would have no sorrows to speak of." Again I laughed, this time loudly to mask the tears that were trying to force their way from my eyes. This person was making me think of him and thinking of him made me want to cry.
"Living with the knowledge that I destroyed my own chance at happiness. Living with having to deal with drunken fools touching me in places I only want the person I love to touch. Living with simply living a life where I am unwanted because I'm a half breed and wanted because people think I look good enough to fuck and throw away." My wings drooped now painfully low, my antennae lying limply on top of my head.
"Why do you live like that then? Why not just go back to the one you love?" he asked softly. I curled up at the question, pulling my knees tightly to my chest and hugging them even closer. I couldn't go back to Whyt. I'd left him for his own good.
"I can't go back. He's probably moved on by now, anyhow. Powerful males like him don't pine for those that leave them, they just move on," I whispered. This is what I'd told myself. This was part of my line of excuses that kept me from even entertaining the notion of going back to him.
"I know that if I was him, I wouldn't have been able to move on," the stranger whispered softly. I laughed to myself, the sound of tears entering my voice even as they stayed welled up behind my eyes.
"You aren't him. No one could ever love me like he did," I whispered, more to myself than to him. As far as I was concerned it was the truth. There was no one like Whyt and I wasn't ready for anyone to try and take his place in my heart or in my bed. He'd been the first person I had willingly had sex with and seemed it would be a long time until I'd be willing to take a chance with another.
"Have you opened up to anyone since him?" I narrowed my eyes in anger at that question. That damn sure was none of his business. "I'll take that look as both a no and that it's none of my business," he said chuckling softly.
"Damn right, it's none of your business! My sex life, or lack thereof is none of anyone's business but mine!" I exclaimed haughtily. He simply continued to chuckle lightly. Then I felt his fingers on my bare back and I shuddered slightly for a reason other than repulsion. My wings twitched as his fingertips ghosted over the skin just below where my wings met my back. "What are you doing?" I asked, my voice cracking slightly.
"Turning you on," he whispered softly, as he pressed his fingers against my skin starting to rub small tender circles on the skin. I closed my eyes tightly at the feeling I hadn't felt in months, as no one ever knew how to hit that one erogenous zone. It was the first place Whyt had touched me and it became his favourite place to touch just because it so easily turned me on.
"Why?" I whimpered, knowing that I wouldn't be able to ignore him long or deny him soon if he kept up rubbing that particular spot.
"Because, my precious Sin, I've not moved on and I've been looking everywhere for you," he murmured softly in my ear. My eyes widened in shock as my head whipped around to see the beautiful pale green eyes of the man I loved. The surprise, the sudden movement and my drunken state in such a precarious position all came together as my balance failed me and I started to fall.
"Whyt!" I screamed as the realization that I was falling made it to my mind and that I was about to lose him again, just when I'd gotten him back. I saw the fear on his face for a brief moment before he leaped over the bridge to go after my falling body. A moment of falling and he had reached my outstretched hand and pulled me into his protective arms. I closed my eyes as I clung to him, bracing for an impact that never came.
"Relax, my precious Sin," he whispered, holding me tightly to his chest. "You aren't the only one with wings, just the one who's wings won't help him fly." I opened my eyes slowly and saw he was right when the sight of a pair of olive toned bat wings were extended behind his shoulders.
"I didn't know you had wings," I breathed softly. I was still drunk and was now light headed from the adrenaline rush of falling. It really made me seem quite awe-struck.
"It's because they remain hidden unless I need to use them," he said, moving a hand up my back to resume the previous rubbing on my sensitive spot. I moaned softly, wrapping my legs around his waist as I clung even tighter to him. "You've really never let anyone else have you?" he asked softly.
"No, I haven't. My boss was kind enough not allow anyone to try and force me to go home with them or take me to any private areas," I said softly. "I could have lived without the groping too, but beggars can't be choosers." He laughed slightly at that, pressing his fingers a little more roughly against his favourite spot.
"So, I am still the only person who knows the one place you lose your ability to say no," he whispered. I nodded a little, moaning again in the pleasure he was creating. "Do you still love me, my precious Sin?" he asked quietly.
"Yes, Whyt. I never stopped," I murmured. "Where are we going?" I asked, starting grind my hips against him so he could feel fully what he was doing to my body. I heard him groan slightly at the feel of my body pressed against him.
"Home," he whispered. "Our home from now on." I picked my head up and looked into those clear green eyes, confused by what he meant. I'd left his home so I wouldn't mess up his life any more than I already had. Sensing my confusion as my wings slowed their happy beat, he contined to further explain. "I sold my group into your father's, Sin. After you left I lost my mind for a bit. I exploded on anyone and everyone for the littlest things. Once I realized why I was so angry all the time, I made the choice to dissolve my group into your father's since I didn't think anyone was fit to run mine.
"He bought me out for quite a high price. So I bought a house, started a small business, and began hunting for you," he said, pulling me closer to close whatever nonexistant distance was still between our bodies. I gasped as I felt his hand slide lower and into my pants. "I'm sorry, Sin, I have to do this now. You said you haven't let anyone other than me here, so I need to get you prepared to have me here again. I'm afraid that once I get you home, I won't be able to wait long enough to do it right." I moaned and droved my hips against him as he slipped a finger inside of me, starting to finger me quickly.
"Mmmm, Whyt," I panted, already quite aroused. "But my apartment... my job..." He chuckled again, making me gasp when he pushed a second finger into me.
"I talked to your landlord when you were at work last night and moved your things to my place. As for your job, I went to see your boss before I came here. He said he was fine with you becoming exclusively mine from now on. Any other questions?" he asked even as he pushed yet another finger into me. I shook my head, unable to speak past my gasps for breath as he quickly brought me to the brink of pleasure. "Good, because we're here."
I looked up, taking in the sight of the nice home, a little large for just the two of us. As he landed in front of the door, his wings shrunk into his back, disappearing from sight. The door immediately opened, revealing a servant type demon and Whyt was quick to enter, heading straight for the stairs.
"I'll be in my room. I do not want disturbed before noon," he ordered, not even turning to the demon he addressed. I didn't care one way or another, as my brain was fully encompassed in the feeling of Whyt's fingers thrusting into me. He took the stairs two at a time and moved his hand from my back only long enough to open his bedroom door. Before the door had even shut, he had me whimpering on the bed, as he removed his fingers from inside me to yank my pants down and off my hips.
He was just as quickly out of his own pants, and pulling me up by my hips as he pressed himself fully into me. I screamed out in pleasure and a bit of pain from the amount of time that had passed since I'd last felt him inside me. The first hit in just the right spot and I was cumming, screaming his name. As soon as his name left my mouth, he claimed my lips, kissing me hungrily. I kissed him back with everything I had, letting the last two months of sorrow melt away with the heat that burned between our bodies.
Hours later we were both spent, exhausted and dripping with sweat as he held me to him, watching my wings beat out a slow and steady rhythm. His fingers were absently running through my hair as he smiled down at me. For the first time in months my antennae were their normal perkiness and my wings were beating happily. This was what I had missed. This man and his gentle touches and his smiling face. I'd missed the passionate sex as well, but not nearly as much as the feeling of his love.
"My precious Sin," he said softly as he pulled my head up and leaned in, stopping just as his lips brushed mine. "Your wings... are no longer torn." I smiled and he kissed me softly.
"Only your love can mend them," I whispered as the kiss broke. I smiled again and curled up into the side of his body. I was tired, but I was finally happy and I knew I would be able to sleep well for the first time since I'd left him. Even if he wasn't here when I woke up, I knew he wouldn't be far away and let my weariness take over. Back in the place I needed to be, with the one person who wanted me for who I am, was the only place I ever wanted to be.