Lips of an Angel

Chapter 2

For supermictastic

I woke up to the feeling of my bed shaking at someone getting up. A slender foot came to step in the area in front of me. It wasn't a dream. The angel was real. The angel calmly made his way to the door and disappeared up the stairs. I decided to follow after. When I saw him again, he was on the porch and looking up into the morning sky. I felt my blush when I realized he was still naked. His wings were gone too.

"Hello?" I spoke quietly when I came outside. His eyes slowly drifted from the sky to me. They widened. He came forward to hug me. I held my hands up to show that I wasn't touching him.

"I am Mitchell." He pulled away slightly but his body was still pressed against mine. "Why are you not hugging me back? This is what humans do, right? Am I not doing it correctly?" He pulled away completely with worry written on his face. It gave me a chance to really look at him. His skin was no longer glowing so I could see how tan it is. He had beautiful brown eyes that met his brown hair and beard in equality. And his lips....they were so soft. They were big compared to mine and when we kissed, it made my stomach erupt in butterflies. I cleared my throat.

"It's just awkward considering you're not wearing any clothes."

"Awkward? Ah! Uncomfortable." I saw his face light up at that fact that he figured out a word. "I apologize. I will find something to wear."

"I'll give you some of my clothes."

"Okay. Take them off." He tugged on my shirt. I laughed awkwardly.

"Well, then I would be naked." He looked unfazed.

"I would not mind if you were naked." I blushed a deep red. He reached a hand forward to touch my cheek. "You are embarrassed. Why?"

"Never mind. Let's get you dressed." I grabbed his hand to guide him to my room. I motioned him to be quiet. I got him a pair of boxers, some pants, and a shirt. Then we snuck back upstairs. I made him put on his boxers and pants before we struggled with his shirt. He kept putting it on wrong. "Wait. Let me help. Stop wiggling." He completely stopped moving. When I pulled the shirt down to get it on correctly, I had to bend down. It made our lips be inches away. It felt like my cheeks were on fire. His hand went once again to touch my blush.

"I thought I healed all your burns." I stepped away from him when I heard someone clear their throat. Mitchell's wings snapped from his back, tearing the shirt, and coming to cover his front. But we could still see him. His feathers were burnt almost all the way off. I saw him cover his mouth in horror. I glanced at where my friends were looking at the angel. Mitchell's hand came to touch his injured wings. He hissed in pain.

"Um, Mitchell?" His hands clasped together but it wasn't like what you see when someone is praying. It seemed like it was just a comforting gesture. One hand was holding onto the back of the other and his lips were hovering against them.

"Why must I be cursed to lose my one way home? Did I really displease you, Father?" He went to stretch his wings out. I saw the strain of his delicate, and very burned, skin pull against the bones. He fell to his knees with a pained scream. I ran forward to help him. When I knelt down next to him, he threw his arms around my neck and put his head down on my shoulder.

"Were you praying?" I heard Kevin ask. Mitchell pulled away to look at my friends.

"It is pointless." I watched his wings ruffle before disappearing into his back. "No prayers are being answered. It is like hell up there and Father is not stopping any of it. My brothers and sisters....Daniel....my love....he betrayed me....he sent me down here!" His hand went to cover his heart like it was in pain. He stood out of my arms and began to pace. "I have to get home. I have to tell about Daniel's betrayal. He could destroy our people."

"Whoa! Mitch, calm down." He stopped mid-step. I didn't mean to say his name like that. He ignored it though.

"I need to talk to you." Kirstie pulled me off the ground and into the kitchen. "Scott, this is like some area fifty-one shit. We need to call someone."

"I kind of agree with Kirstie." Kevin spoke quietly. He glanced at Avi who nodded in agreement. "This is beyond us. He needs help." He motioned towards the door to the living room.

"And then do what? They'll dissect him. Maybe even kill him. I can't let that happen." I crossed my arms over my chest.

"They'll cut off the poor boy's wings." Jeremy was the one who stood by my decision. "We can't give him up. Not yet."

"Exactly. I have a month to get him on his feet....or wings....or whatever. Then my parents will be home." Mitch ran into the room.

"Scott!" He went to reach for my hand but I moved it away.

"You know my name?"

"Scott Richard Hoying! Now let us go!" He pulled me to the front door.

"Wait! Where are we going?"

"There is another angel! I must find them!"

"Mitch....Mitchell, it's cold out. Let's get you a new shirt." I had to hold his hand to get him to go back to the bedroom with me. I took off the ruined shirt and threw it toward my dirty clothes basket. I gave him a new button up.

"I do not like it when you call me by my full name." He stated it simply. There was an uncomfortable silence that followed after that.

"What would you like me to call you then?" He used his fingers to tilt my chin up.

"Mitch. Simply 'Mitch'."