Black Damask (Ghorror)

4 | Hail elegance as we revel in the lust of pure destruction

Angelo's POV

After leaving the bar, we all decided to head home which I was thankful as I wanted nothing more than to curl up on the couch and watch some TV. Chris and I decided to walk Ricky home as I would feel responsible if anything happened to him. Admittedly we probably didn't need to but even though I was only a couple of years older, I felt a bit like he was a kid I had to look after. We waved to Ricky as he entered his house, waiting till I heard the door lock before leaving. Yeah, I know, I'm overprotective.

"What did you think of Ghost, Ryan and Balz?" Chris asked as we wandered down the street, our hands intertwined.

"They seemed nice." Was all I said but Chris looked down at me, clearly waiting for me to say more. I sighed and continued speaking. "Ryan didn't speak much but he seems like a good guy. Balz was nice when he wasn't obviously mentally murdering Ricky for just looking at Ghost's direction."

"Yeah, but what do you think of Ghost?"

"I like him but..."

"But what?"

"I like him, he's lovely but I worry for Ricky. Ricky clearly really likes Ghost, enough to give him his number, but Ghost seems so flirty I worry he will hurt Ricky." My voice was quiet at the end, I was a bit embarrassed that I was so worried about it. Chris let go of my hand and instead wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close into his side as we walked.

"Ricky's smart, Ange, he can look after himself." He turned his head and pressed a kiss to the top of my head. "You can't protect him all the time even though you think you can."

"You're right, I can't protect him all the time because I got to protect your ass, like I did tonight." I teased him, looking up and grinning.

"Oh really?" He said, stopping walking and wrapping his other arm around my waist, my own arms going up around his neck.

"Yup. If it wasn't for me running around the corner and punching the guy, you probably would of been on the floor. I totally saved your ass." I bit my lip while watching his face for a reaction.

"You were just lucky." His grip tightened, pulling me closer.

"Nope. I saved your ass." I stated simply and then kissed him.

"My hero..." He mumbled against my lips. The kiss lasted about a minute before it was rudely interupted.

"Get a room, faggots!" Someone yelled from the sidewalk on the other side of the street.

Chris pulled away and angrily turned to the group of guys, lead by one man who was proudly grinning- clearly the one who had shouted at us.

Noticing that Chris was about to walk across and pick a fight, I gripped his hand and pulled him along behind me the rest of the way to our house. I refused to let go but it didn't matter as Chris just let himself be pulled along by me. I only released his hand once we were safely inside with the door locked.

"Fucking homophobic assholes. They need to learn some respect." Chris said annoyed, crossing his arms.

I stood in front of him and gently cupped his face in my tattooed hands. "Please don't let them get to you. They're just idiots who don't understand that love is love, whether its between a straight couple or a gay couple."

He brought his hands up to mine and threaded our fingers together. "You're right." My hands were moved from his face and moved to his chest. "I love you, Ange."

I smiled softly at him, "I love you too." Then his lips were suddenly against mine, the coolness of his piercings making my skin tingle. My hands clasped his t-shirt tightly, pulling him down so that I could deepen the kiss even though it was his tongue slipping into my mouth.

Chris' hands slipped from covering mine and instead gripped my hips almost bruisingly tight and before I knew it he had spun us around and was pushing me against the wall. His body was flat against mine, pushing our crotches together and making a small moan escape from my lips, causing Chris to smirk.

Warm hands gripped the hem of my shirt and pulled it off then Chris pulling off his own shirt, my hands immediately finding the smooth pale skin scattered with tattoos.

Pierced lips moved from mine and began attacking my throat which made me subconciously tilt my head back against the wall so that they could explore more. Little noises kept escaping but were nothing compared to the noise I made when Chris began sucking and biting the skin, clearly intending on leaving a mark.

His hands traveled over my ass to my thighs as he then picked me up and carried me over to the couch. He dropped me onto it then I gripped his hair, pulling him back into a rough kiss as he settled between my legs, hovering over me.

My hands quickly moved to his jeans, undoing them and beginning to push them down but was then interupted by Chris pulling back, "Here or the bedroom?"

"Here cause tv and cuddling reasons. But also -" I was bolder than I usually was and slipped a hand down into his jeans, rubbing against his buldge, making it turn to moan. "I'm not sure I or you could wait until we get to our room."

"You're so perfect, you know that?" He growled low and sexy before crushing his lips back to mine and hands focusing on removing our items of clothing.

A/N
Hello little ghosts!
Here is a bit of Angeless for you all that was fun to write. What do you guys think? More Angeless chapters? Please vote but also comment cause it means a lot to hear what you guys think. Thanks
-Ghosty xx