Cherub.

6

Gemini was lying on the sofa, Nyma cuddling against his leg as it stretched over the two seated couch—his dull expression focused on some telenovela rerun he wasn't interested in. The man facepalmed at the sudden memory of making a fool of himself in front of the soft spoken man—Oh dear Angelo. His obvious pure mindedness seemed to haunt Gemini at random moments. "What a dumbass!" He expressed, kicking a pillow from his couch—the sudden action startled his pet, causing her to scurry away with a loud hiss.

Gemini stood to his feet and walked into his kitchen, the cold tile meeting his bare foot as he took large steps toward the fridge—with a sudden quickness, he snatched it open, now smiling in satisfaction at the fullness. His refrigerator was now filled with whipped cream, milk, eggs and various items. He'd lazily done grocery shopping after the last encounter with Angelo. His thoughts drifted to the always anxious man who seemed to disappear at times and reappear as if he hadn't been gone. Angelo held secrets in his smile, galaxies in his eyes, and sometimes when he laughed, Gemini swore he heard the echo of the chorus of that belonged to the Cherubim. He shook his thoughts, grabbing a carton of strawberries.

He bit the fruit after releasing it from its plastic prison, humming at the sweet and sour taste—the essence of spring set on his tastebuds as his shoulder finally relaxed. "These are good," He mumbled to himself, leaning against the island in his rather small kitchen. Coolness nipped at his bare legs as he stood in only his skintight briefs—the ones that hugged the print of his softened phallus and gave his behind a more fuller look. The hairs on his leg stood attentively as the cold air caused goosebumps to form on his skin. The blonde haired man adored cold weather, despite his few guests complaining about the falling temperature.

Frantic knocks interrupted the hungry man's assault on the carton of fruits, causing him to squeal in dismay. "Wait!" He shouted, taking off to the coat rack where his robe rested—he immediately snatched the article of clothing and slide it on, its fluffiness swallowing him. The knocks continued until he finally snatched the door open, now angry. "Who the f–Angelo?" He glanced at the tear stained cheeks belonging to the celestial being, his lips trembling with sadness. His gaze then averted to the animal in his arms, bleeding and staining the pastel shirt that the shorter man had worn. It seemed to be a raccoon, bleeding out in his arms as it took a quickened breaths. "Why the hell do you have roadkill in your hands?" He asked, genuinely concerned. "Rabies, Angelo!" The cherub pushed past him, bombarding the lankier man.

"We have to save it," He cried, his voice hoarse and wearisome. "Help me, Gemini." Gemini followed the obviously hysterical man, watching with widened eyes as he laid the dying animal on his freshly cleaned island—blood immediately staining the surface.

"Are you out of your god-given mind?" Gemini shouted, snatching the being from his saddened stare. "It's roadkill, Ange! Get rid of it, right now."

"What do I do?" The man repeated countless times, tugging at his shirt as he watched the slowly perishing raccoon take shallow breaths, blood now dripping on Gemini's tile floor. "We need to save it." His eyes watered.

Gemini could see tears spilling down the holy being's face as if they were raindrops, an expression on Angelo's face that was similar to shattered glass—his cries sounded like thunder as he weeped. Gemini blinked, wanting to curl up. It hurt to watch, but it had been so tragic that he couldn't look away. His own eyes watered at the sight as he succumbed to his own feeling of sadness—soft cries and quick sniffles escaped his mouth as he watched the angel weep. He didn't know what overcame him or exactly why he was crying along with the man.

"We need to...bury it." Angelo said in a shaky tone, snapping Gemini from his melancholic trance. With a trembling lip, he came to, wiping away at the stray tears as Angelo's crying finally seized.

What the fuck was that?

"O-Okay." He obliged.

They had settled upon Angelo burying the animal as Gemini cleaned the mess the angel was responsible for. Confusion wavered over him as he scrubbed the crimson stains away, causing pink suds to bubble on the surface he was trying so hard to clean. After scrubbing till his hands felt numb, the thin man was finally done—now feeling dirty himself. Before he could set his mind on another shower, the dark haired cherub came in once more, not forgetting to lock the door behind him. "I apologize for the intrusion; I didn't know what else to do." Angelo explained, his voice soft and angelic—innocence lacing every word that filled Gemini's ears. "I thought we could save him."

"It's fine?" The taller man replied, wondering to himself. Was it truly fine?

Of course not!

This crazy man had brought roadkill into my home and possibly just spread rabies all over my kitchen!

But despite his racing thoughts, he felt obligated to console the once saddened man. Oh how pure he was to think he could stop 'the circle of life'—of course he could not save a raccoon from his untimely demise. Gemini's eyes locked with Angelo's brown orbs, his 'trance'-like expression once again overcoming him, causing Angelo to reel back. He was somehow making this man numb to everything but him and his divine beauty. He didn't know how to 'power it off'.

It happened with everyone ranging from demons to mortals—they all fell into a 'numb' state after locking eyes with the heavenly being.

Gemini filled with a tender wanting for the cherub, hypnotized by something that he could not name or control—he just knew that he adored the man standing before him. "Gemini!" His eyes averted to the other side of the room quickly, and not landing on his 'crush' once more in fear of feeling stuck again. "I said, goodnight."

"Stay," The man's silvery voice filled the room, causing them both to feel a tingle in their chest. Gemini almost didn't recognize his own voice—he didn't know what possessed him to say such a thing but the sudden urge of confidence flushed away, leaving him drained for some reason.

"Stay?" The cherub repeated, glancing down at his bloody attire. His gaze then set on the taller man before him who held pink stains on his white, plush robe.

"Unless you have somewhere to be," He awkwardly laughed, his hand instinctively rubbing the back of his neck. The cherub shook his head, wondering what the two would indulge themselves in since they were about to have a 'sleepover'?

"I don't."

a/n:
next chapter will be a continuation! ;-; woop woop for consistency and the avoidance of time skips.

opinions pls?