Xian's POV

Have I ever told you how beautiful Jun's body is?

It's perfect, it's like the Heavenly Father carved it with Jade to be a perfect specimen to show off to the world.

No wonder women throw themselves at him.

The scenes from my nightmare, assault me as soon as I see Jun's shoulder blades. I move closer.
I realize that I have never actually seen his wings.

Not that I had not asked, I had asked several times.

When I was younger, he had told me that, he can't reveal them because it's not safe. I had assumed that it was not safe for him. I had assumed that he would get hurt if he revealed them.

When I had grown up a little more, become a little bit braver and a little more curious, he had said that he can't reveal them, because that would be dangerous.

Once again I had assumed that it must have something to do with demons. After all, in all the stories he had told me, demons recognised Angels because of their wings.

So once again, I had decided not to pester him about it.

As the years had gone by, something had changed in the way Jun had started treating me. Wanting me to sleep away from him was just the tip of the iceberg.

And when I had hit puberty, our relationship had started getting strained. His refusal to be my friend and confidant like our days past, had started to make me believe that I was doing something wrong. I had confronted him about it. But he had remained silent.

I had called him mean and uncaring at that time ...I had not meant it. I swear.

When all else had failed, I had threatened to leave him, and run away.

"Does Xian really not want me anymore?" He had asked, looking like a broken, defeated man.

And I had felt my heart thump loudly.
'I want you, Jun.' My heart had screamed.

The realization of what I wanted, had shocked me to the core.

'Can he read my thoughts?' I had wondered for the first time, and had run off to my room, banging the door shut behind me.

He had called me...shouting my name...banging my door. He had asked me what was wrong.

Worry and sadness was visible in the tone in which he was begging me to open the door... But I had stayed mum. I had ignored his calls and his pleas of reconciliation.

That was the first time I had taken a cold shower, thinking that it will slow down my racing heart, and cool down my burning body.

When I had opened my eyes, I had found myself wrapped in blankets, with Jun sitting next to me.

"What happened?" I had asked gingerly. To which he had informed me that I had caught a fever, and fallen unconscious.

Jun had informed me that the doctor had told him that I had succumbed to fever because of something I hand done, which did not sit well with me.

Jun had gone on to ask me what I had done differently. To which I had told him that I had taken a cold shower.

"Don't do that again." He had said, checking my fever, before handing me some pills and walking away.

After that incident, I had felt guilty... guilty of my feelings for him. For he clearly did not feel the same for me. Yet, try as I may, I couldn't get him out of my mind.

After much contemplation, I decided to go along with how he was treating me. I too started putting space between us. And it went on, for a few months. But to my utter dissapointment, my feelings for him only grew and intensified as the days and months passed by.

I started staying quiet, and spending more time away from home. I could see that it saddened him, but what could I do? That was the only way I could maintain my sanity, without climbing him like a tree.

During those months, the thought of seeing Jun's wings had left my mind.

Then about a year or so ago, after many a failed attempts of trying to make myself fall in love or at least have feelings for someone else, I gave up on trying to get over Jun.

A new thought entered my mind.
A thought to make him fall in love with me.

Yes, I was aware that Jun was straight. After all, he proved it on a daily basis.
But I just couldn't forget the way he had asked me, 'Does Xian really not want me anymore?'

Maybe I was imagining it, but I had felt that those words were not just colored with sadness, but with something else.

In my heart they had sounded like the words of a man who was scared that he was about to lose someone he loved and wanted.

Thus, like a stubborn child holding on to his unreasonable demand, I continued to desire him, love him, want him.

And once again, with all these emotions and feelings, I forgot that Jun was actually an angel...an angel who had wings... real wings... The same wings, that I had seen him lose,  while he stood tall and declared that I belonged to him... that he will never forsake me... that he will protect and serve me.....And that he regretted nothing.

Pitiable... Bleeding.... Mine.

Now, standing with his back to me, all I can think of, is wanting to see my Jun in all his glory.

I am suddenly overcome with a need to touch him, and without realizing, I touch his shoulder blades and moving closer, I put my lips on them. I kiss each shoulder blade tenderly.

The scream he had let out while loosing his wings, rings in my ears once more and I feel a sharp pain in my chest.

I feel him trying to turn but I stop him. I have so many questions to ask him.

Why haven't I asked them before!?

The words 'Mine.' keep repeating in my mind. He turns and calls my name with voice full of concern and affection. "A Xian... "

Jun, do you know how much I love it when you call me like that?

A sudden wave of guilt hits me, and I step away.

I know that I don't deserve you, Jun... And yet, I burn for you.

I start asking him questions about his family... about us.

He looks reluctant. He tries to intimidate me by yelling at me.... he ties to make excuses, but I don't stop.

Moving closer, I am surrounded by the fragrance of sandalwood... A fragrance I have come to associate with Jun. At first, I move to the nape of his neck just to confirm if it was this fragrance that I had come across in my nightmare....At least, that is what I tell myself.

"Xian... " He says again.... It sounds like a plea.

Why?

I gather my courage, and throw caution to the wind as I lean further, and place my lips on his bare neck.
As expected, his body stiffens, and he stops breathing.

What will you do now, Jun?

Slowly, hesitantly his hands grip my forearms, and I realize what he is planning to do.

Why do you always try to push me away, Jun?

I feel my temper rise, and before I know what I am saying, I command him, "Don't you dare try to push me away."

To my utter surprise, once again, like before, he obeys. His hands fall away from my forearms.

What just happened?

Encouraged by my success, I press on, and put forth my questions once again. And somehow this time, I know he will answer me.

And he does answer me, but it's just a repetition of the things he has told me before.

Do you think I am stupid, Jun?

I keep pressing him for more details till he stops.

I know that he will not tell me anything what I want to know so I ask him what I want to know... And there is something very specific that I want to know.

I ask him about our bloodlines and what he tells me, makes my heart ache.

He tells me that Angels don't bleed. But I know for a fact that he bleeds. I have seen him bleed.

It hurts to admit it, but the truth is, that I had snatched him from heaven and tied him to myself... Yes, he had told me that it was because of a promise he had made to my mother, but I was the reason he had fallen. I am the reason, he does not have his family anymore... And if this nightmare were to come true, it would also be me, who would be the reason for him loosing his wings.

No!... I can't let that happen. I won't let that happen!

He must have seen something in my eyes....something that had probably made him pity me, so the next moment I find myself in his embrace.

All negative thoughts leave me as the fragrance of sandalwood engulfs me, and my warm body comes in contact with his.

He tries to comfort me with his words and I return the embrace....but all too soon, Jun breaks the embrace and steps away.

Does he look a little flushed?

Is Jun coming down with something too?

He cups my face and wipes my tears.

When did I start crying!?

He tells me in a sweet innocent way, that he wants to take care of me, and my mind stirs up images of a very non innocent nature....I find it impossible to stop myself from looking at his lips.

Full... Red... Mine!

I agree with him, and pull him to bed. I make him sit on it. And to my bewilderment, he does as he is told once more. He looks at me expectantly and I grab this brilliant opportunity that has presented itself to me most unexpectedly, and sit on his lap.

He resists... Of course he does. He tries to push me away.

He wouldn't be the Jun I know, if he doesn't stop me from misbehaving... And I am clearly misbehaving.

"Take care of me." I say, holding my ground. I move closer till our lips are just a few centimeters apart, and pass him a towel to dry my hair.

He stops breathing and closes his eyes.

Jun, is that a pattern I see?

Jun, does my closeness intimidate you?

He grabs the towel and gets to work. And I knowingly make lewd sounds.
I see a light flush color his cheeks, and it confirms my doubts that I was indeed having an effect on him.

I keep humming and moaning till he tells me that he is done.

We are definitely not done, Jun.

Asking for more, I bite my lips the way I have seen girls do, when they are trying to ask me out on a date.

The flush on his cheek deepens, and he tells me that he is feeling sleepy.
With that said, he hands me my shirt, very casually.

I see what you are trying to do, Jun.

Jun, why are you in such a hurry to cover me up?

I know that he expects me to get off his lap, but I don't do as he expects.

I throw my arms around him, and bring our bodies flush against each other. I tell him that he is getting old and that he had forgotten my birthday.

To be honest, it had bothered me earlier that night that he had not even wished me, but now, I was glad. I was ecstatic that he had forgotten about it.

I ask him about my gift, knowing full well that he had brought none. I use his guilt and embarrassment, at having forgotten my birthday, to once again taste his bare skin.

I feel him shiver under my touch.

And I like it....I like it a lot.

As expected, he doesn't push me away, instead he asks me what I want.
I don't answer him.

That would be too easy.

Instead, I question him back, "What can you give me?"

I lure him into my trap with my innocent eyes and down turned lips... and as expected... He falls for it.

"Anything." He answers, confidently.

Naive... Fallen ... Mine.

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