Temptation and Reason

Chapter 1

"You're a fucking asshole," Mikey screamed as he threw anything he could get his hands on. Pete successfully blocked the items while holding a blanket against his naked body. 

"Babe, it's not what it looks like." Mikey laughed before staring at Pete in disbelief.

"Oh really? So I didn't just walk in on my boyfriend sleeping with another man?" Pete glanced at the other man who was frantically putting on his clothes, trying to leave as fast as he could. "You're such a fucking whore! I knew I should've left your ass a long time ago." Mikey turned his back and walked out of the room.

Pete pulled on some pants and ran after him. "Mikey, don't leave." Mikey stopped and turned his head to look at Pete. He had tears streaming down his face. Pete winced at Mikey's hurt expression. He only saw their relationship as temporary, but he knew Mikey loved him. He didn't feel the same way, but he didn't want him to leave. 

"Where are you even going?" Pete questioned as he took a step closer to the younger boy. Mikey stood with his head down. "We can work this out if you just stay." Pete stood in front of Mikey. Looking down at the boy, Pete knew he wasn't finished having fun with him yet. "You know I need you."  

Mikey looked up at Pete. His bottom lip trembled as he tried to stop his crying. Pete smiled and Mikey felt his heart constrict. He saw Pete leaning in and automatically leaned in also. He felt the man's breath against his face and stopped. He moved away, quickly putting distance between the two.

"No," he whispered while shaking his head. "You can't do this to me anymore." Mikey turned his back and walked out the door. Pete stood frozen in shock. He didn't expect Mikey to actually leave him. He'd been able to convince the boy to stay every time. He ignored the ping of rejection in his chest. He didn't like that feeling at all. 

With a sigh, Pete went back to his room. He plopped on his bed and threw his hands over his face. He groaned in frustration. He felt the bed dip down next to his feet. Thinking it was the man he brought home, he ignored it. 

"Don't tell me you didn't see that coming." Pete sat up to glare at the man who's name he didn't bother to remember. The color drained from his face when he saw that man was gone and a different man was sitting at the foot of his bed. 

Pete's body jerked back, slamming against the head board when he noticed another man sitting on his dresser, leaning against the mirror. His head swiveled back and forth between the two. His heart pounded in his chest as the two stared at him with expressionless faces, almost as if they expected this reaction and were waiting for it to be over. 

They were both dressed similarly, only differing in color. They had dress shirts with the sleeves rolled up, ties hanging loosely off their necks, skinny jeans and sneakers. The one on the bed was dressed entirely in white. The other man was in all black, but had on a red tie, making it the only color that was different from the rest of the outfit. 

The man in white had his brown hair tousled everywhere, making it look like he just climbed out of bed. The other had the sides of his hair cut short, while the long hair on top was trained back, no doubt from him constantly combing it back with his hand. He gave Pete a sexy bad boy vibe while the other radiated a more innocent charm. 

They were both incredibly attractive and Pete felt himself staring a little too long. When he finally stopped himself from admiring the two, he took notice of the mass of feathers coming out from each of the men's backs. The color of the wings corresponded with their outfits. Pete couldn't imagine how far they span when they weren't folded obediently behind their owners' bodies. 

"Who the fuck are you?" Pete asked, remembering that he should be afraid of the two, no matter how good looking they were. The white dressed man shot a glare at the other.