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"I'll explain everything to you. Please be patient... Have you... ever heard of the Servitus Dolorosa?" The celestial messenger asked, still out of breath.
His gaze was filled with exhaustion. The Godsend held tightly to his lover, placing his head on his shoulder. Gently, the human caressed the angel's golden, messy hair. The small angel closed his eyes and lean into this soft touch.
"What?... No. First, let me check out your wounds." The German said, worried.
If Edward would have been badly injured, the human could never forgave himself. After all, Edward was his true love, the person he loved and trusted the most. It wasn't his intention. Wild untamed emotion ran free when he was in an unknown state of mind.
Confusion and fear ruled his world as he reached for Edward's body.
"What was he talking about?" The mortal wondered.
The human's gaze fell on Edward's back, neck, and his wing. To his surprise, everything had healed perfectly. No scar, nothing.
"Edward, do you have... a healing ability?" Alfons asked, his eyes wide.
"Yes, I do..." Quiet fragile words left Edward's lips. Still the angel lay broken, naked on the living room floor.
He had never witnessed anything like this before. After all, he was just a regular mortal. Tears welled in the human's eyes, and he gently took Edward's hand.
"I'm so sorry, Edward. I didn't mean to hurt you... I'm so relieved that everything is healed." The human said with a soft smile.
"Please don't worry Alfons. And... you're right. I owe you an explanation." The celestial messenger spoke softly, still exhausted.
Edward remembered his biology class from school. He explained everything carefully in detail.
"The Servitus Dolorosa. If an angel evolves romantic and sexual feelings for a human, their skin becomes overly sensitive to pain and they begin to crave to be physically hurt by their love. It's the 'crying skin'. And the angel becomes very sexually active. The human can only get 'infected' if they are also in love with the angel. For the human the disease spreads differently: they yearn to hurt the angel sexually and crave to dominate them. After four weeks, the healing ability of the angel doesn't work anymore and....."
Shock settled on his face as he realized the heavy burden Edward had been carrying, all alone with no support. He could see the painful future that lay ahead for his partner. Alfons should have felt anger and disappointment towards the angel, but he couldn't. He knew that Edward hasn't told him anything in the past, to protect hom from the dieasease and the dark future which lay ahead of them. The sinful lovers hearts tightend.
"This disease will test our bond and our love." Edward's words were filled with sadness. His golden eyes were heavy and empty.
"Disease? To me it sounds more like a curse..." Alfons cried in frustration. He shivered and sweated. It was unbelievable to him.
"Is it really true? How... This can't be true. I never heard of anything like this before. Why did this happen to us?" The human's thoughts were spirialing deeper.
Gently the angel brushed his tears away, then he placed soft kisses over the human's cheeks. The warm and tender gesture of the Godsend calmed him down. Edward always had his ways and tricks to make him feel safe.
The forbidden couple had reached their breaking point. In each other's arms, they shared a moment of naked vulnerability. The small angel found comfort on Alfons's lap, snuggling close. His soft, delicate wings mimicked a hug, wrapping around Alfons's back. Soft feather's brushed over the human's bare skin, over it's back and shoulders. Together they formed a bond of trust and comfort. Still the scent of the olive oil and sweat lingered in the air.
"Thank you for opening up to me. It means the world to me. I was worried to death. Without you, every day felt like survival, empty... without meaning. I didn't know what was going on. What if you died? I love you so much, Edward. You're my little angel, and no matter what happens, I'll help you and be there for you forever." Reassuring his angel as Alfons tenderly cupped his cheeks.
For a short moment, Edward almost exploded. His lover called him “little". Exceptionally he wasn't angry. The angel felt drained, helpless and weak. His legs were still shaking from the earlier sensations.
"Alfons, I love you too, and I owe you an apology. I should've told you about the illness sooner. I hid from you and from my own feelings, thinking I could handle it all myself. I kept it as a secret. My deepest wish was it to keep us safe from the illness... I didn't want to drag you down with me. Can you please forgive me?" The angel pleaded, pulling the mortal more closely to his body.
Within is eyes, Alfons felt the regret and sorrow. The open communication deepened the roots of their love, creating a strong sense of belonging between them. They felt an unbelievable comfort in the mutual trust and closeness they shared, and the burden of Edward's escape had vanished, only to be replaced by the terror of the new divine disease.
"Of course I forgive you. Edward. You tried to save us... I thought I would never see you again. I can't believe it that you're here with me. I was helpless, unsure about your sudden escape. But now I understand why you did it." Alfons smiled softly at his angel, then he brushed gently through the angel's long golden hair.
"Thank you so much Alfons..." The celestial being cried, then pulled the human into a deep embrace.
Returning the tenderness, he mirrored the hug. The light of Edward's halo illuminated the living room, spreading profound warmth. Edward was his guiding light, the only thing that kept him from giving up.
"Then I don't need to go to church anymore..." The human being whispered with frustration. His gaze revealed a mix of anger and disappointment. He felt betrayed by God.
"No please Alfons... continue to go to church." Desperately the angel insisted. His oily and bloody wings fluttered nervously. The combined scent of Edward's holy scarlet fluid and the olive oil filled his nostrils as he held the angel closely in his arms.
"Fine, I'll only go there... because of you." Alfons kissed the cheek of his angel.
"How long? Will it forever be like this?" The German spluttered, a deep fear lingered in his voice.
"A month." Edward answered shortly.
"Are you trying to tell me that we...do it for a whole month?!" The German panicked.
Alfons face crimsoned by the thought of having so much rough and uncontrollable sex over and over with his beloved guardian angel.
"Yes... ehmm… Alfons I wanted to mention that I enjoyed our first time very much. I wished it to be softer and gentler...but I'm very well aware of that it's the disease's fault. But I believe that I truly liked it. I knew what I was getting into. After all, I knew about the Servitus Dolorosa." The angel mirrored his lover's blush.
Their golden and cerulean eyes locked. Alfons pulled him into a hug, his arms cradled around his thin waist. Edward leaned in for a kiss, moving his lips softly, gently over Alfons’s. Until Alfons playfully bit the angel's bottom lip. A short cheeky giggle escaped the angel's lips.
"I felt the same my love." The human cooed, looking deeply into the angel's golden eyes.
"We really need to take a bath. I'll take good care of you." Alfons rubbed his nose gently against Edward's, and the little display of affection filled his heart with warmth.
"That sounds like a good plan." The celestial messenger agreed.
"To take a warm bath with him... It sounds so comforting." Edward thought, his heart hammered through his once so holy heart.
Both men went to the bathroom. First Alfons gently brushed through Edward's hair. The Godsend closed his eyes. Memories of his mother washed over him. How she always used to brush his hair and talked to him with a soft and motherly warmth. All of it belonged to the past. It was like an illusion which crawled through his mind. A wish that would never come true. The gate of his family was closed, forever. Alfons noticed Edward's distress right away. He pulled the angel into a hug and held him tight, one hand stroking his hair to offer comfort.
"Shh... I'm here for you. I won't ever leave you. I promise." Alfons whispered, his voice a low, steady sound.
The comfort felt like a weight being lifted. Edward yearned so much for the love of Alfons, to feel his love, the soft touch of over his warm skin and the soft kisses placed against his lips. His kind personality, his sweet smile, his intelligence and his talent for crafting, taxidermy, wood carving and art was overly breathtaking. The starvation of Alfons's presence was unbearable for the small angel.
They finally bathed, the human's hands carefully cleansing the blood and oil from the angel's wings with cold water. First it was a soft touch, then a bolder and firmer grab.
Sounds of lust escaped Edward's lips when Alfons massaged his wings. He shivered and squirmed with each touch. The innocent and submissive look on the angel's face fueled Alfons's desire.
"Please don't touch them like that...be more...careful." The angel pleaded. Edward's face crimsoned, distorted by pleasure.
"I'm so sorry Edward. I need to clean them; we need to get through this. I'll try to be gentle." The mortal breathed.
Out of the blue, the strange feeling of being controlled rushed over Alfons again. He fought it, but it was too late. Darkness engulfed the unholy pair as the disease or curse returned.
The sweet and aroused expression of his angel was too seductive and too much for the mortal. He lost all control of himself and pressed his wet body against the angel's. The submissive angel babbled uncontrollably, needy for the pain and hurt his lover could inflict.
The water splashed by each rough thrust. The angel gasped. A symphony of moaning and spankings echoed through the bathroom. Both of them drowning and losing themselves to the unholy, dark illness.
Time passed and Edward sat on the edge of the bed, a white towel briskly rubbing his hair. Another towel was wrapped around his hips. Next to him, his human stood. The earthy scent of the olive oil had been replaced by the herbal scents of the shampoo.
"Couldn't you feel how cold the water was? You didn't react to it at all when I washed your wings. You only reacted to my touch and the massage." Alfons asked, his voice full of curiosity.
"No, I'm unable to feel cold. Remember when I told you that I don't eat and drink? I'm an angelic being. Did you forget?" The angel reminded him. A playful tone was hidden within the last sentence.
"Right...I remember." The German replied.
"Alfons...can I stay at your place?" Edward asked carefully.
"Of course. I don't know why you're even asking my home is your home. And wherever you're going, I'll follow your lead."
Alfons held Edward's hand, his fingertips tracing slow circles over the back of it.
"I'll make everything up to you. When we're in our normal state of mind, I'll do everything to make you feel good, to feel cherished and to feel loved. I want to serve you, to give you joy and pleasure as much as possible. Since the first day we met, I wanted to make you mine." Alfons kneeled down.
Tenderly the human kissed the angel's foot, as a sign of deep worship and commitment. His gaze gave Edward a look of regret. Carefully he placed his head on Edward's lap. The pain they went through was unbearable. It was a tight knot in their stomach, which made it almost feel empty and hollow. And the nightmare was still in full swing.
"Alfons... I'm speechless. You truly love me." The Godsend whispered, talking to himself, as his heart hammered through his chest.
The human noticed a small white improvised bag next to the bed. The angel opened it, revealing the nightgown, the journal, the wooden figures of the angel and a bird, and Edward's favorite bible. A rush of memories swayed over Alfons as he saw the wooden angel figure and the nightgown. When he carved it gently step by step, almost like his love for the angelic being was captured within the wooden object. It was a symbol of their love.
"You still have the nightgown and the wooden figure?" The man cried tears of joy. A warm light engulfed his heart.
"I was important to him after all. And he kept my presents." The human recalled the first night they met. Edward's presence transformed a cold Christmas Eve into a wonderful one. The human would never forget it. It was the most precious moment which found place in the treasure chest of memories.
Edward's soft and warm lips kissed his tears away. He pulled his human into a hug, caressing him and holding him tight.
"Sure, why wouldn't I keep them? They're the only things left that remind me of you, of what we have. Every memory is captured inside them." Edward whisper sounded almost like a cry. He missed the good old times with Alfons. It was a deep stinging pain through his entire body, like he was tied up on heavy chains, unbearable to breath, unbearable to move. The reunion was freeing and hopeful realease from the chuckles of his missing lover.
Immediately, the human comforted the angel and, in the end, it felt more like they were comforting each other. It was unbelievable for both of them, to finally have each other, to be in a relationship which was forbidden by God himself. Finally, they held each other in a loving embrace.
"What you said is true. And I cherish every little memory we’ve made, even the small ones." Alfons breathed, then he kissed softly the tip of Edward's pink flushed nose. Edward closed his eyes and melted from the tenderness of his lover.
The angel suddenly burst into tears. "I'm... a dumbass like my father! He ran away from my mom, brother...and me. I did the same... I will never see my beloved family ever again... Alphonse, Mom..." Edward bawled and cried into his lover's arms. The angel's eyes were filled with despair and agony. Alfons hugged the angel, his lips placed soft kisses of love onto his shoulders, then on his large clean wings, and Edward found that the warmth of his lover gave him a new sense of comfort, belonging and safety.
"Don't say such things. You're not like your father at all. You care so much for your family." Alfons reassured his angel and caressed through his golden hair, then gently massaging the scalp. Comfortably he leaned into his touch, slowly calming down. Alfons felt Edward's slow and relaxed heartbeat.
"Edward...I can't believe how lucky I am, to have the love of my life with me. We could cuddle and doing pillow fights all night. But please, this time... don't run away from me ever again. We can go through this. Our love is strong enough." The mortal held the angel's hand tightly. His gesture almost begged for Edward to stay. With a deep breath, he smelled the same herbal scent of the shampoo.
"Alfons... I will never leave you again." The celestial messsanger cooed.
"I have to admit, the disease is very... scary. It feels like something is crawling through my mind. But if that's the price I have to pay to be forever by your side, then I fully take the consequences with pleasure. Having you by my side is a pure bliss and it's my dream to spend my life with you." The German cooed. For the angel, the moment was pure romance, unlike anything they had ever known.
Breaking the spell, Alfons removed the towels, revealing their naked bodies, making the small angel blush and gasp, just before he pulled Edward into the white linen bed. The angel's golden eyes met the human's cerulean blue eyes.
"Since we both are officially sinners, we can cuddle naked, right?~" Alfons teased, then kissed the side of his cheeks. Suddenly Alfons placed a flurry of kisses over the angel's neck, chest and belly. Edward shrieked cutely, laughed and the heat rose to his cheeks, then he calmed himself down. Their legs tangled, then his fingertips gently traced Edward's shoulders.
"Sure, we can do that my sinner.~" Edward playfully replied.
Before they fell asleep, they spent the night kissing and holding each other, finally making up for all the time they had lost.