The Dark Angels: With Wings (6 page)

A minute after the music started nearly a hundred bare-chested men came walking down the aisle making a repeated sound with their mouths.

Several times they circled around the Temple interior before they stopped.

With a single word from the leader they sat down on the ground as one unit.

These males were of all ages, the youngest about eight-years-old, and some of the older ones, at least eighty. Their voices worked a simple pattern of sounds into an intricate melody. Soon the performers entered and were singing and dancing the story of the Ramayana. It was mesmerizing.

He tried to focus on the performance but Darius couldn't resist stealing a glance over at Angel, who was totally into it. His lead singer looked younger and more vulnerable without his face painted. Somehow he seemed more approachable. He was less of the rock god and more man.

Though still the most gorgeous male he had laid eyes on.

Angel must have seen his stare out of the corner of his eye because he turned towards him with a big smile. Then he faced the performance again.

Angel's hand found his and squeezed it for a brief second, emphasizing his happiness. Dare swallowed hard when he realized how very happy he was to be sharing this experience with the man beside him.

He kept his head facing towards the performance but his eyes kept looking at Angel. It was ridiculous. He usually attributed his not being able to stop staring at Angel to his fabulous use of makeup, his interaction with people, or his awesome stage presence. But in this case, Angel was bare faced, just sitting there, and Dare's eyes still refused to find another vision to focus on. There were beautiful dancers and talented musicians but he found it was a struggle to watch the show.

If he could have focused he knew he would have appreciated the show. The women were lovely and built precisely how they should be. Each should have drawn him in as they were his exact type, but they didn't. The costumes were beautiful with elaborate headpieces. He was amazed they were able to dance with them perched on their heads. Men swayed in a hypnotic fashion providing captivating music to the story danced out in the middle of them.

Angel turned. Darius was pretty sure he caught him staring once again, but he wasn't positive. Angel leaned in slowly. Darius' breath hitched as he thought Angel was going to kiss him. But instead he whispered in his ear again. Breath tickled his inner ear.

Oh fuck! When did his ears and neck become so sensitive?
As his lips moved they grazed the lobe. Dare's cock went inappropriately hard. He tried to stop his body's reaction, and hear what the hell Angel was saying.

The dark haired man grinned knowingly at him before leaning in to repeat himself. "I said, what do you think?" Angel pulled back to look at him. His lips were so close to him.

He couldn't help it; he got closer to Angel so he could whisper back into his ear. "Awesome." Dare tried not to make it obvious that he was inhaling Angel's scent as he slowly sat back.

Darius bit back a sigh at the loss. He was starting to sound like a lovesick cow.
What the hell is wrong with me?
His dick throbbed willfully in his pants--not the answer he wanted. He returned his attention to the dance, trying to focus on the musical notes of the performance right in front of him in an attempt to will away his problem. He had little success.

Angel looked at him curiously as if he were trying to understand, then his eyes fell to his lap. Darius flushed with embarrassment because he knew there was no way the other guy missed his
issue
. Angel smirked and turned back to watch the performance.

Fuck me! No! No! Bad choice of words!

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By the time they got back to the villa, Darius was blaming his strange reactions to Angel on exhaustion and jet lag. But he knew sleep was a long way off. He was oddly wired with energy.

"You want to watch some TV?" Angel asked.

Darius was trying not to be annoyed at himself for the strange reactions to Angel. Maybe the stupid box would take his head out of his ass.

"Sure," he said as he walked into the kitchen to grab them both some water.

He returned to the living room but stopped at the doorway.

When Angel saw his hesitation to enter the living room, he waved him over. "Come here. Have a seat. I figured you might enjoy this since you got hot over those dancers." Darius walked over and sat on the far end of the couch not taking his eyes off the screen.

Trying to shut his mouth, which was gaping open as he watched the busty blonde giggle before she went down on the repairman. When Angel said TV, Darius didn't think he meant porn. Porn and television were two very different activities. But there on the TV was a guy and a busty blonde giving him oral sex.

He swallowed.
Well, yeah. That was a good reason for my cock's
crazy response tonight. Yeah, my body got hard over the beautiful female
performers.

Angel didn't expect a response. He went right on talking which was good because Darius felt like he'd entered the world of the surreal. "Maybe you can explain this to me." Angel gestured to the television.

"Explain what?" He barely recognized the husky quality of his own voice. "Sex? I know you don't need a teacher when it comes to sex."
Damn, I
know firsthand. Bad choice of words. What is wrong with me? Why am I
baiting him?
Or is it flirting? Either way, not appropriate. Angel is my
friend, not to mention kinda my boss

The dark hair man rolled his eyes and chuckled. "No, wise ass, I mean women. What is that guy getting out of
that
?"

"Come on, Angel. You've slept with women, I have seen you."

"Have you, now? Do you spy on me often?" His index finger found his temple as he turned to look at him. Then those long eyelashes batted at him to tease further.

"No, I mean...you know I have seen you leaving parties with girls.

Mostly guys, but sometimes there are girls in the mix."
Why do I sound
jealous? Fuck, what is wrong with me? I am jealous.

Angel just gave him a sexy smile and watched him for a moment. In the background, Darius heard the sucking wet moans of the blonde's mouth, but he was staring at Angel's lips, watching as he formed words that probably made sentences. "Usually I let the guy who is with us deal with the female." Angel spoke as if sex with a woman might have been mildly disgusting.

He was surprisingly pleased by that admission. Darius couldn't stop the laughter that erupted at the look on that lovely face.

Angel pursed his full lips. "What? I just don't understand what you
breeders
find so appealing. So explain it." He turned to the screen and pointed. "Like that. You can't tell me a woman can give better head than a guy. Drooling like that takes away all the friction. Her cheeks aren't hollowed so she isn't really sucking. I guess it's not really her fault, she doesn't have the same equipment, so she doesn't know what feels good,"

Angel concluded, cutting the woman some slack. "Ew! Why is she spitting on him? That's just disgusting!"

He looked at the screen and the blonde was spitting on the guy's cock before deep throating him again. That was kind of gross but the BJ was sexy.

Right
? He looked beyond the act; she did not look like she was enjoying it one bit. Although when she knew the camera was on her she acted like she was in the throes of an orgasm, but for one or two seconds her true feelings were clear. She was barely tolerating the activity. He almost felt bad for her.

Angel continued. "I mean look at her; she wants to be doing anything other than sucking on that cock. He looks like he's trying to enjoy her efforts but how can he when she is so sloppy. She isn't even giving him any suction." Angel critiqued as he shook his head. "So why is a woman better than a guy going down on you?"

He seriously thought about it for a bit, trying to come up with why.

His eyes kept falling down to look at Angel's pretty lips. He couldn't stop himself about wondering what that would be like. What would Angel's mouth feel like on his cock?
No! It came down to one simple answer. The
only answer that should matter.

"Cause I am straight."

"Is that an answer? Or a cop out?" Angel turned back around to look at him with a smirk. His gorgeous brown eyes pinned Darius down as if he could read every one of Darius's wayward thoughts.

He stared back at Angel, not blinking as if they were in a staring contest. He always thought Angel's flawless eye makeup highlighted his eyes, making them look big. But now Angel wore no guy liner or shadow.

Angel's eyes were huge and beautiful, soulful even. Makeup had nothing to do with it.

Maybe he was responding even more so because this was the real Angel, not just the fantasy he projected for his fans, and an image for the media. Dare was almost too lost to understand the next question he was asked.

Angel repeated the question. "Have you ever let a guy suck you off?"

Dare choked and coughed before answering. "Of course, I haven't."

"So how do you know if a woman is better at sucking you off than a man?"

He pointed to himself with his thumbs as he stated one basic fact.

"Again, straight guy." Although his dick had hardened to the point of pain, he knew it had nothing to do with the busty blonde giving head on the flat screen.
This has to be just a side effect of being so overtired. Doesn't it?

Angel moved closer to him as his eyebrow arched and his sexy mouth quirked up on one side. "Really?" He questioned him.

Darius breath hitched and he licked his lips as he tried to swallow past the lump in his throat. Darius nodded because his voice was gone.

Angel got very close to his face before he spoke again. "Well, that's a damn shame..." He leaned back and licked his lips. Darius's eyes traced where Angel's wicked tongue licked before he finished his thought. "For both of us."

Dare inhaled loudly and tried to close his mouth. Angel pursed his lips innocently at him before turning his head back to watch the sex act on the screen. They sat there for a while. He was staring at the TV but he really didn't see it. When the porn starlet was in the throes of yet another faked orgasm from the erratic pounding her co-star was giving her, Angel went over to the TV.

"Mind if I put in a different DVD?" He asked sweetly and innocently as if he were not talking about changing it to another porno.

Dare just shook his head 'no'. His heart was racing again, nervous wondering what Angel might be putting in the DVD player. Angel was searching through a little black case of DVDs. It must be his private collection. In a way, he wanted to see what Angel wanted to watch. He was curious to see what the man found sexy.

"Tell me what you think of this one," Angel said with a smirk then returned to the overstuffed leather couch and sat right next to him so that their thighs were touching.

The DVD opened with a bar scene. Two men were dancing and

having a good time. The next scene they were moving to the bathroom, and damn it all if they didn't go right into a stall. The shorter blond dropped to his knees, unzipped the other guy's pants and proceeded to give an amazingly hot looking blowjob. No preamble just a hard cock in a hot mouth. It wasn't just a blowjob either, it was as if he were making love to the cock in front of him. His mouth caressed and sucked as his tongue licked.

The actor engulfed the rigid staff in his mouth and deep throated it. The guy getting the blowjob loved it. He had his hands on the head of the guy sucking him and he was pulling his mouth down on him. Hard. Fast. The guy giving the head was enjoying the hell out of it. He wasn't pretending. He wasn't acting. He was totally into taking that cock into his mouth to love it right down his throat. The camera panned down to show that his cock was out of his pants and it was standing at complete attention waiting for its turn.

He completely gave his mouth over to the guy he was blowing without reservation.

In all honesty, Darius had never had that kind of blowjob. The guy giving the pleasure was doing so slavishly as if he couldn't do anything other than to give ecstasy to the cock in front of him. Darius knew he never had his cock made love to like that, ever.

It took him a minute to realize Angel was watching him closely.

When he finally turned to his curious friend, he quickly closed his mouth that had been hanging open.

Angel asked him in a seductive whisper. "Hot, isn't it?" His index finger back on his temple and that patented sexy rock star look was on his beautiful face.

Darius's eyes closed briefly as he nodded his head in agreement.

They watched a little bit more. Dare was trying not to pant but sitting so close to Angel made his cock do things it shouldn't. Angel's body was near enough that he could hear him breathe. He was trying so hard to focus on controlling his breathing, but it was a losing battle especially with what was being played out in front of him.

Angel bumped into the side of his body that was up against his. "Hey, Dare?"

Darius turned to look at him. Angel's eyes were hooded and he licked his lips.
Oh Fuck!
He licked his full red lips with his wicked little pink tongue. He felt himself leaning closer to him, waiting for Angel to do something.

"Mind if I..." He pointed down at his pants, which were tented with the massive length of his cock.