The Dark Angels: With Wings (8 page)

He stopped at the door and waited nervously. Angel must have read his thoughts. The next thing out of his mouth was meant to calm. "Don't worry, I don't plan on compromising your virtue. I just think we will be more comfortable here. What do you want to see?"

When Dare went into Angel's bedroom, the mirror image of his own, he was handed a large binder containing a ton of TV shows, many of which they had missed due to touring. He flipped through a nice variety. Angel had some good dramas and some of his favorite comedies.

"What haven't you seen?"

"I haven't seen any of them. I figured we would watch them over the course of our hiatus. So you pick the first show." Angel tossed his tee shirt but left on his thin jersey shorts. Angel smiled as he laid down on the bed scooting under the fluffy white duvet. He had cranked the air up so the big blanket would feel cozy in the cool room.

"How about this one?" He was holding up the first True Blood disc.

While the tabloids were off base, Angel wasn't obsessed with vampires, but Darius knew he adored them.

"Sure." Angel smiled at him with excitement. "Surprised you didn't go for The Office. I have both versions in there. I thought I should be educated on the differences between the original and the US version."

The fact that Angel remembered he had said he loved both the English and American versions, but for different reasons, took him by surprise.

Angel seemed to want to understand his reasons. It flattered him to think he wanted to understand him better. That conversation had taken place more than six months ago. Even he barely remembered it. It was stupid, but it touched him that Angel did.

He smiled over at Angel. "Nah. Let's start with blood suckers." He continued to check out his collection. "I see you have the network vampire one too. Vampire Diaries." He couldn't withhold the smirk. This one was more geared towards eighth grade girls.

Angel actually blushed at wanting to watch a show that was clearly made for tweens. "Yeah. What can I say? I love vampires, ask any of the rags, they will tell you it's my
obsession
." Angel laughed at the bizarreness of some of the rumors surrounding him.

"Why?" He asked as he was putting the disc into the player. He ran his fingers through the blond flip of his hair as he slowly walked back over to bed.

"What's not to love? Eternally beautiful creatures searching for love, having a dark craving they are helpless to resist, struggling against the obstacles to find bliss. Isn't that what we all want?" Angel laughed a little bitterly then said, "Except they actually get it, you know. Unlike real life, they usually get the happily ever after."

Right then, Angel looked so sad and alone. It reminded him of the song he closed the show with every time. He saw the heartbroken fallen angel, crumbled and shattered, in that one look.

Darius didn't know what to say. It was as if he were struck dumb.

Everyone thought Angel had it all together and that he really enjoyed playing the bisexual man whore. But in that moment, Dare knew all Angel really wanted was to find love; to have his happily ever after.

Angel looked away from him as if he were seeing things he had no intention of sharing. Angel confessed, "That's why I named the band after them. Vampires are beautiful angels tormented by their dark needs. The suffering they endure is insurmountable and yet as enthralling as it is dark."

He'd always wondered about the band name. Angel would never say.

It drove the tabloids and musical rags crazy. "So why do you avoid answering that question when it's asked? It seems like that's a great reason."

Angel shrugged with a careless smile. "Not their business. And mystery is good." He pulled back the duvet cover inviting Darius under the blanket. Dare had planned to stay on top of the covers but without much thought he slipped under the covers, starting the DVD with the remote.

Putting several pillows against the headboard, he leaned back with his hands folded behind his head.

He was impressed that the show was rather sexy and well written.

While they watched, Angel moved slightly towards him. By the end of the second episode, he was pressed up against Dare.

Angel looked over at him biting his lip. He could hear the unasked question in those beautiful brown eyes. Dare smiled at him, which he took as permission to lay his head on Dare's shoulder. "I am not damaging your membership in the
straight
boys' club, right?" he asked softly in an uncertain voice. "Is this okay, Darius Stone?"

He wanted to be casual but when Angel used his full name it twisted his gut with sensation. He wanted this to be no big deal. "Yeah, sure."

Though Darius was starting to wonder if he still held that card or if the membership was revoked. Deciding not to think about it, Darius reached around him to pull the blanket up over Angel, which tucked Angel in closer to him.

He felt Angel sigh as he cuddled into his side. Angel settled his leg over his thigh, and Dare could feel Angel's soft dick through his thin jersey shorts. Angel's large hand rested over his racing heart.

Angel turned his angelic face to peek up at him. "Don't worry. I won't compromise your
straightness
." He stuck his tongue out at him then grinned.

He barked out a laugh at Angel's silliness. Angel sighed again as he cozied in closer to his warmth. "This just feels so good. I haven't snuggled with anyone in a long time."

His voice was gone but his erection was back. He was hoping to God the duvet folds would hide it. So he could only nod his acceptance. Neither had he; if he ever had, it must not have been memorable because he couldn't think of one time. This felt so fucking good, he thought he would die from the pleasure of it.

As they watched the show, he noticed his heart slow almost to a normal beat. He got comfortable feeling a near naked Angel in his arms, allowing his worry over his sexuality to subside and leaving only the pleasure. They both jumped several times during surprising and scary parts of the show. Angel seemed to hold him tighter as if protecting him from the terror of television vampires.

Over the last few days, Angel had almost seemed like a different person. Angel usually had the rock star persona firmly in place, but here in Bali, Angel was unguarded and relaxed. He seemed years younger than his twenty-eight as he watched TV. There was a wonderful silliness about him that Darius hadn't seen under his bad-ass rocker attitude he wore like armor.

They watched he didn't know how many episodes, but the first disc was finished. "Hey, we never ate anything for lunch."

"That's right. So let's go upstairs and get something to eat." They could have called for room service or in this case, villa service, but they didn't feel like seeing anyone else. Angel had made arrangements to have the fridge stocked with healthy foods.

He kept singing the theme to True Blood "I Want To Do Bad Things To You." Somehow, he didn't think Jace Everett ever meant those words quite the way Angel was singing them. Or maybe the singer had meant it, but Jace Everett's version didn't drip with lust the way Angel's version did.

They prepared some sandwiches, grabbed some bottles of water and headed back downstairs to continue watching the series.

"So what do you think so far?"

"The special effects are really good. In general, HBO has awesome shows."

"Who's your favorite character?"

"Erik."

"Really?" He seemed surprised. "You like the bad boys, huh?"

Shrugging, Dare tried to explain. "Erik is who he is and he doesn't make excuses." He stopped himself from justifying and just rolled his eyes at him. "Who's your favorite?"

"Sookie. That girl has spunk!"

The theme song started so he was treated to Angel's dirty rendition of the song. His voice went rough and dirty. It was fucking sexy as hell. Of course, Dare couldn't say that and he knew he shouldn't even be thinking like that, but it was impossible not to. But he did want to say something. "You do have an amazing voice." He blushed when he heard himself. He sounded like a damned star struck groupie.

Angel grinned at him. "You think? Maybe I should join a rock band and try to become a rock star?" Angel chuckled as he shook his head at him.

By the time they were finished with the last DVD, night had fallen. It was pitch black outside. The jungle of Bali seemed to swallow any available light. Angel had fallen asleep, curled around Darius, so unless he woke him he wasn't going anywhere. He turned off the TV with the remote and laid there. He tried not to think about what it might mean, him going to sleep in Angel's arms.

I just don't want to wake him up. He needs his rest so we can work on
the album.
Darius was pleased with his justification and just let sleep take him.

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Oh fuck! What a dream! Don't want to wake up. Angel has his lips
wrapped around my cock and is sucking me off. We had just given a great
show and we were celebrating with his lips wrapped around my dick. It was
the fucking greatest blow job ever. I needed to put more of myself into my
lead singer's throat so I pressed him down. I wanted to help Angel take me
right to the root. Once nothing remained outside of that hot wet cavern,
Angel swallowed around me. I groaned in sweet pleasure

A small conscious piece of Darius hoped he came before he woke up.

Typically, he woke up right before he came. Then he would be forced to take himself in hand and chase the dream.

Angel was so fucking good at giving head, I wanted to enjoy this
dream to the fullest! I could feel myself hitting the back of his talented throat
each time I pushed down on the back of his head. Since it seemed Angel had
no gag reflex, he only swallowed me deeper

"Oh God! Angel! Yeah!" He was so close to release. In his dream, Angel pulled off for a moment.

"Feel good, Dare?" Angel asked in the soft sexy voice that melted everyone it came into contact with.

He heard the question at a distance.
Wait!
He felt his fingers squeezing soft hair between them. He felt the heated wet cavern envelop his cock again. He felt the suction bringing him to ecstasy. So close! He couldn't resist. He opened his eyes, and realized this was no dream! The Dark Angel's lead singer with the golden voice had Dare's dick down his throat and was giving him the best blowjob the guitar player had ever had in his life.
What the fuck?

Again, Angel pulled off of his erection to ask, "Is it good, Dare?" He licked and swirled his tongue around to tease the tip of his dick. The wet mouth slid back over the top and down his shaft giving it the most amazing suction ever curling Darius's toes.

"Yes! Oh God, yes!" He was out of his mind!
I shouldn't want this!

My body is on fire but I don't want this! Right?But fuck! It felt so good. The
best ever!
"Wait! No."

Angel stopped sucking him immediately but kept his hand wrapped around Dare's very aroused dick. Licking his lips, Angel asked, "What, Dare?" His sweet face looked confused at being stopped.

He didn't know what to say. He was grasping at straws. But he had to say something. "I am not gay."

Seeing Angel's sexy smile highlighted in the sunlight spilling in forced Dare to realize that statement wasn't completely true. Angel simply said, "So you have said." Then his tongue placed a long wet lick from the base of Dare's cock to the crown. Angel tormented Dare's over stimulated cock with long wet licks. "Repeatedly."

That wicked tongue licked along Dare's shaft making him want to beg.

His eyes slammed shut. He loved how good Angel's mouth felt and wanted more. Darius wanted back in that hot wet mouth. He knew it was wrong, but he desperately wanted Angel to finish what he started. Needed completion more than he needed air.

"You want me to stop?" Angel asked before giving another nice long slow lick from the base all the way up. Before he could answer, Angel did it again. His tongue dragged the length of Dare's erect throbbing cock.

"Ohhhhh! Angel!" He called out, beyond aroused. Darius needed only a few sucks and he would have a monster orgasm. Angel was so fucking sexy with his bed tussled dark hair, his brown gorgeous eyes and his puffy pink blowjob lips. Darius no longer cared what it meant. He needed Angel's sexy mouth to finish him off. He strangled out sound that he tried to shape into words. "Please, Angel! God, please!" His hips thrust up to help his cock beg for Angel's mercy.

Being merciful, Angel's mouth recaptured his cock. Angel groaned low and deep as he sucked Dare back deep inside. He tried to hold out but it was impossible. It was the very best blowjob he had ever received. It was perfection. Angel's head moved in that perfect, nearly unobtainable rhythm that Dare had always longed for but never gotten. It was sure to bring him to completion.

He was out of control. His hands were pushing Angel's head down so he took all of Dare's needy cock. Up and down his cock rode into Angel's fabulous throat. When Angel's tongue slipped out to lick his tight balls, he lost it. He felt his cream rise from deep down inside as it erupted.

Darius shouted "Angel!" as he came in almost painful contractions of pleasure. He flooded Angel's sweet sucking mouth repeatedly and his body still managed to shiver out more. Angel's glorious mouth drained him of every last drop.