The Dark Angels: With Wings (10 page)

His globes just begged for teeth to nibble at them. Angel's body was a work of art.

Before he realized it, his hand was down the front of his shorts that had just become too tight. He stroked his thick overheated prick. Darius didn't even try to resist the urge. He pushed down his shorts and polished his knob as he took in the vision of the gorgeous creature in the pool. Within a few short strokes, he was shooting ribbons of come all over the curtains. He made himself go back to bed and tried not to think that he just consciously masturbated while looking at Angel.

What had gotten into him? Was he now a peeping Tom too?

That morning, Darius was not in the greatest of moods. He continued to want things he shouldn't want. Things he probably couldn't have anyway.

Angel had offered only a temporary arrangement. It wasn't like Angel was going to sweep him off his feet and offer him forever.
Not that he wanted
that!
No, they had responsibilities. Fans accepted Angel's bisexuality, but they might be less welcoming on discovering he was truly gay. Hooking up with another male, another band member, might not be tolerated.

He laughed at himself.
Who says Angel would even want him for
anything other than temporary? If I were gay or bi... And when did it
become a question if I am straight or not?

Angel was probably just being practical. It wasn't like they could go out and get action in Bali. Well, they could, but it was a semi-religious country and he for one didn't need the hassle of a tourist who might recognize them. So that left each other, which was probably the only reason Angel even made the offer of "Friends with Benefits."

He wouldn't want me if he had other choices. Why would he? Again a
ridiculous thought. Why should I feel bad that I wouldn't be Angel's first
choice if he had other options?

This morning was tough. His head was spinning with all sorts of questions that he couldn't seem to let go. He didn't want answers to these questions.
Would it be so terrible to enjoy some hot sex with no strings
attached?
It wouldn't make him gay. He just had a thing for Angel. Maybe this was a way to purge Angel from of his system. He would get it out of his system so he could stop this bizarre obsession he developed for Angel. It might actually be healthy for him to take Angel up on his offer, just for peace of mind.

He sat there not eating the now cold breakfast, just sat by the door as he spun out 'what if's. It was close to ten and Angel still had not appeared.

Stupid as it was he was starting to worry. It wasn't like Angel.
Maybe he saw
me jerking off last night?
He quickly put that thought out of his head. Angel had been facing the other way.

Anxiety got the best of him as he stood in front of Angel's bedroom door. He needed to knock but his hand seemed frozen in mid-air. Sighing, deeply he knocked albeit it too quietly to actually be heard clearly. Rolling his eyes at himself, he knocked overly loud. He heard a low moan.

Maybe he went into town and got someone? Would Angel have called
a rent-a-boy? Did they even have those here? What was I thinking? I should
just go. He's a grown man and he doesn't need to check in with me.

Another groan came through the door and it sounded like Darius's name. Without thinking he was turning the doorknob, and opened the unlocked door. The room was dark and it looked like Angel was curled up in a mass of duvet. He stood over the bed trying to figure out where Angel's head might be in the nest of blankets.

He saw a hand clutching the covers. It was white knuckled as it gripped the duvet. He heard a very low voice, "Fine. Just a migraine." The cover slid down and Angel hissed as he held both his hands to his face. He looked terrible. Angel was paler than Darius had even seen him as pain seemed to radiate from every inch of him.

"Should I call a doctor?" Worry ate at him. He didn't know what to do.

"No. Fine. Go." Angel rolled over grabbing a pillow to push over his head.

He might not have known what to do but he sure as hell wasn't going to leave Angel in this much pain. He left the room to go across to his bedroom to find his cell. Thankfully, his international service was working so he called Dusty. Their drummer had grown up with Angel. Dustin knew Angel better than anyone.

Dusty answered the phone with a growl. "What the hell do you want?"

Oh, the joys of caller ID.

Obviously, he was calling at a bad time. "It's Angel." He paused trying to find the right words. "He looks like shit. He said it was a migraine.

But he looks really bad, should I get him to the hospital?"
Was I
overreacting? Tell me Dusty! Tell me what to do to make him better!

"Oh, fuck!" Dusty sighed, his hostile attitude completely gone from being woken up. His voice took on the calm voice of sanity that Dare really needed. "Okay. Angel used to get migraines all the time. Do you know if he took his medication?"

"Medication? What medication?"

"Go ask him if he took his Imitrex."

"Okay." He brought the phone with him. "Angel?" He spoke as softly as he could but Angel still winced at the noise. "Angel, did you take your medication?"

He got some groans from the bed. The words spoken so quietly he almost didn't hear them. "Don't need."

Walking out of the bedroom and into his own, he relayed the information to Dusty. "He said he doesn't need the medication."

"Shit! Asshole never takes the shot when he should." A frustrated sigh came over the phone at Dare. "Angel hates taking medication in general but this one feels pretty bad before it works. Look, help him take a shower, washing his hair sometimes helps. Give him water, but no food yet. He'll just upchuck. Have him breathe into his hand, massaging his neck helps a lot. If he has any lavender oil in his bag, the smell can help him too. After another hour, if he is still in pain, make him take the medication."

"Why doesn't he take that first?"

"Because it feels like shit for him."

"Huh?" That meant no sense! If it would stop the migraine why not take it?

"The shot is easy to do. You use an alcohol pad to clean the injection site. Uncap the medication, turn the top of the shot clockwise, press against his thigh and press the button. Have his Epi pen with you..."

Dare was really worried now and it bled into his voice. "What the fuck is an
Epi
pen?"

Dusty sighed. "Another medication in case the first one causes problems."

"Problems? What problems?" This was fucked up!

"It can trigger an asthma attack. Hell, even if it doesn't for about fifteen minutes Angel's going to feel like an elephant is stepping on his chest. Just keep him calm. The feeling should pass, taking his migraine with it." Dusty was silent for a minute. He almost thought he'd lost the connection. "Sorry, I am not there to help out. Look call me back afterwards to let me know the dickwad is okay."

"Okay. Thanks." He disconnected and went back into Angel's room.

How was he going to get Angel up and into the shower? "Angel. Angel." He knelt down quietly next to the bed. "Angel, we need to get you in the shower. Come on, I'll help you."

"No." He moaned. "Dizzy, if I move," he spoke in a low voice.

Jesus! What am I supposed to do?
"Let me help you. Dusty said a shower would help. I know you don't want to take the shot so let's try the shower first."

Angel groaned and slowly took down the covers. He reached out to help him sit up. Slowly, he stood up and the duvet slipped to the floor revealing his toned, long, naked, beautiful body. Not the time to admire it, Darius supported him and guided him towards the bathroom.

Once there, he groaned. "Dizzy." He stumbled out of his arms and to the toilet where whatever was left in his stomach evacuated. Wetting a washcloth, Dare wiped Angel's face once he stood up. Then he helped Angel to the sink and handed him a tooth brush with minty fresh paste on it.

"Remember to use the bottled water to rinse."

Angel didn't say anything but followed the instructions. Dare turned on the shower. After his mouth was clean, Angel was still unsteady on his feet. Dare helped him step in and got in right behind Angel. He tossed his wet T-shirt out of the shower enclosure but kept his swimming trunks on.

He didn't trust that Angel could stand on his own so he put Angel's hands against the marble walls. Angel held himself up as Dare shampooed his dark hair in a slow rhythmic massage. Angel must have been feeling truly terrible because he just stood docilely letting Darius tend to him. No cracks about Darius showering with a man or directing him where Angel was really dirty.

Poor guy!

After the shampoo, he quickly soaped him down. They were already in the shower so why not. It wasn't like he was molesting him but it did give Darius an odd feeling in his gut. It wasn't sexual, more of an inappropriate burst of affection for Angel. Once exiting the shower, he helped Angel stand so he could hold the marble counter as Dare gently dried him off. He knew the shampoo helped only a tiny bit. Angel was still in a lot of pain.

He guided him to his bed and he tucked the taller man back in.

"Angel?" His friend looked so ill, it hurt Darius. "Angel, Dusty said to breathe into your hand. I am going to put on some dry clothing and I'll be right back."

Angel looked miserable but he tried to smile at him. "Thanks." Even in severe pain the man was polite to a fault.

He was back within a minute. He didn't want Angel to be alone. He watched Angel for a moment as he had plugged his nose and breathed into his hand. He didn't know why Dusty told him do this but he would try anything to make Angel's pain stop.

"Angel, can you roll over? I can rub your neck."

Angel moved like he was a hundred and eight years old. When he was finally on his stomach, he moved along side of him to massage the nape of his neck. Then fingers moved up into his wet hair to massage his scalp.

After a quiet half an hour of gentle stroking, Angel spoke. "Please give me the black bag in the top drawer." He sounded upset like he had lost a battle. When he placed it next to him, Angel struggled to sit up. Darius could almost see the stars spinning around his head like he was a cartoon character. Angel pulled out the syringe of medication. "Thanks for all your help." He seemed to be waiting for him to leave or something.

"What?" Angel just looked at him. Poor guy tried to arch his eyebrow but couldn't even manage it without winching in pain.

"You don't have to stay." His voice was soft and filled with pain.

Dare shook his head. "Not leaving, babe. So shoot up." He remembered what Dusty had said. "Where's that Epi pen thing?"

A muted look of surprise crossed Angel's face, but he pulled it out and laid out the Epi pen next to him. "I won't need it." He frowned over at him.

"This just sucks." Angel moved the covers to reveal his muscular thigh. He cleaned it with an alcohol pad, turned the top, pressed the medicine against his skin and clicked. He blinked as the needle went into him with the click.

After a slow count of three, he disposed of the automatically recapped needle and set everything back in his bag. He lay down.

Within a minute, he watched Angel's breathing change and was clearly not happy. Though if Dusty was accurate he guessed he would not be happy if he felt like an elephant was stepping on his chest.

"Shhhhhh!" Darius reclined next to him and wrapped his arms around Angel. It didn't matter to him that Angel was a guy. This was Angel. He would give Angel anything he could to stop the hurt. Seeing Angel in pain was making him hurt.

Angel stiffened in his arms then relaxed into them as he rubbed the suffering man's back. "Shhhhh. Dusty said this sucks but you are going to feel so much better. Your migraine will be gone. Shhhhhh! You are doing great." His breathing was slower and a bit deeper. He petted the asymmetric chunk of hair out of his face. "Okay. You're doing fine." He looked into Angel's face to see that he was trying not to struggle against the medicine that was coursing through his veins.

Hoping there would be no need the Epi pen, he watched for an asthma attack. Luckily, Darius could recognize one as his dad had asthma and had to be hospitalized once when he was a teenager. "Shhhh. Angel, you are doing okay."

After about fifteen minutes, Angel's muscles relaxed. His eyes were still closed but he wasn't clenching his teeth against the pain. Angel seemed to be much calmer but Darius found he didn't want to release him from his arms. So he stayed there holding him, not saying a word.

Now that Angel wasn't in pain, Darius remembered the man in his arms was without a stitch of clothing. He was wrapped around Angel still rubbing his back in small circles. He closed his eyes against the pleasure of holding Angel in his arms. Darius couldn't pretend he hadn't missed holding Angel's body over the last week. As he lay there, he tried not to feel like an idiot for hoping Angel would fall asleep on him.

Darius couldn't quite explain why he wanted to keep holding this naked man in his arms for as long as he could. He had trouble justifying this strange fact. It certainly didn't fit into the general theme of 'I am not gay', although Angel seemed to be the exception to every rule he ever knew.

Angel nuzzled into his neck. He felt Angel's lips on his throat and had to bite back a groan.
Fuck! Just like that I am rock hard. I want...him. I don't
know why I want him, only that I need him