Chapter 6

Wings

Part 1

Liam chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving Raphael’s.

– The rest of the queue can wait – he murmured, voice husky. – Right now, I’m only interested in you.

He reached up to cup Raphael’s cheek gently, his thumb brushing against his skin. The touch was feather-light, reverent — as though Raphael were something rare and sacred. Heat flared beneath Raphael’s skin at the contact, his breath catching in his throat.

Liam leaned in slowly, the space between them shrinking with every breath. There was no urgency, only intention. Raphael could have pulled away. He didn’t. Their lips met in a soft, gentle kiss — not demanding, not passionate, just a quiet expression of interest. It lingered like a secret shared in silence. When Liam pulled back, he smiled against Raphael’s lips, and the warmth of that smile sent shivers down his spine.

Liam’s fingers brushed lightly along the edge of Raphael’s collar, his eyes fixed on his with quiet intensity. There was no rush in his movements — just a steady, smoldering intent. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss beneath Raphael’s ear, then whispered:

– This uniform looks good on you… but I want to see what’s underneath.

His hands moved to the top button of Raphael’s school jacket — part of the neatly tailored Amaltea uniform — and with slow, deliberate care, he undid it. Then the next one. Then another. Each button undone brought them closer, not just in proximity, but in something unspoken. Something that made Raphael’s breath catch.

What’s happening to me?
The thought came suddenly, unbidden, as Liam’s fingers slid down to the fourth button. I’ve never acted like this before.
He tried to steady his breathing, but his body refused to calm. Where is all this coming from? Why does it feel like I’m starving for him?

Liam kissed the corner of his mouth, barely grazing it, before moving to his jawline. Raphael’s lips parted slightly, helpless to resist the soft pull of sensation spreading across his skin.

Is this really me? Why does it feel so good to let go?

The last button gave way. Liam’s hands moved inside the open jacket, gliding over Raphael’s shirt, warm through the thin fabric. His touch sent a shiver down Raphael’s spine. The jacket slipped from his shoulders, caught briefly on his wrists before falling to the floor in a quiet sweep.

Liam paused, eyes dark with desire but patient, reading Raphael’s every breath, every flicker of hesitation.

And Raphael didn’t pull away.

Liam’s lips brushed against Raphael’s again — soft, exploring, and lingering — before he slowly began to trail downward, his mouth grazing the edge of Raphael’s jaw, then the curve of his neck. Each kiss was slow and deliberate, heat blooming in its wake. Raphael tilted his head, granting more access, his breath quickening as Liam’s tongue flicked against the hollow just above his collarbone.

Then Liam’s fingers found the hem of Raphael’s shirt.

– Let me see you – he murmured, voice like warm smoke.

He didn’t wait for permission. His hands slid beneath the fabric, palms hot against skin as he pushed the shirt upward, revealing inch after inch of Raphael’s bare torso. His fingers moved in a slow caress, lingering over his sides, the dip of his waist, the line of muscle beneath smooth skin.

As the shirt passed over Raphael’s head, their lips met again, mouths opening into a deeper kiss. Liam pulled the shirt away and dropped it to the floor without breaking contact, his hand settling on Raphael’s lower back, pulling him closer. Their chests pressed together, skin against cloth — Raphael exposed, Liam still clothed. The contrast made Raphael’s skin ache with sensation.

Liam leaned back just enough to let his eyes travel down Raphael’s now-bare torso. His gaze was heavy, devouring, full of something that made Raphael’s pulse skip.

– You’re so fucking beautiful – he whispered.

He kissed down the center of Raphael’s chest, tongue teasing around a nipple before flicking it gently. Raphael gasped, hips twitching, hands gripping Liam’s shoulders as he arched into the touch.

Liam’s fingers moved to the waistband of his pants, slowly undoing the button, then the zipper. He kissed lower, just above the navel, as he eased the fabric down — inch by inch, deliberate, as if unwrapping a gift. The pants slipped past Raphael’s hips and fell to his ankles. Liam helped him step out of them, still pressing soft, reverent kisses to his thighs, the side of his waist, his hip bone.

Raphael stood before him now in nothing but his underwear, chest rising and falling with each unsteady breath. Liam straightened and reached for the buttons of his own shirt, eyes locked with Raphael’s.

– Don’t move – he said softly.

He undid each button slowly, eyes never leaving Raphael’s face. The shirt slid off his shoulders and joined the growing pile of discarded clothing on the floor. His skin was warm, slightly flushed, muscles defined beneath the soft glow of light. Still clothed from the waist down, Liam pressed their bodies together again, both half-dressed, half-bare — the tension electric between them.

He dipped his head, pressing another kiss to Raphael’s lips — slow and consuming — before his hands found his waist again, fingers slipping beneath the band of his underwear, but not yet moving further.

For now, he was content to savor the feeling of Raphael’s bare skin against his, the slow rhythm of their breaths syncing, building toward the inevitable.

A strange warmth bloomed low in Raphael’s body, unsettling and electric. His underwear was getting tighter, pressing against growing need. The sensation was impossible to ignore. His thighs shifted, trying to adjust, but it only made things worse. He could feel the pulse of heat spreading, anchoring deep within him.

Liam felt the shift in his body, the way Raphael instinctively pressed closer, squirming slightly. There was no hiding it. Liam’s hand rested at his waist, thumb grazing the hem of his shirt.

He broke the kiss to whisper:

– Lift your legs.

Raphael obeyed.

As soon as his legs wrapped around Liam’s waist, the other boy hooked his arms under his thighs and pulled him flush against his chest. The motion was fluid, practiced. Raphael felt the strength in Liam’s hold, the pressure of his chest against his own. He could feel the tension beneath the fabric between them — hot, insistent.

– Too tight? – Liam asked, his lips brushing Raphael’s neck.

– Maybe – Raphael muttered.

Without another word, Liam’s hand slipped between their bodies. With a swift, practiced motion, he hooked the waistband of Raphael’s underwear and snapped the fabric, tearing it effortlessly. The sudden release of pressure was a relief — and a rush. Liam smirked, clearly pleased with his handiwork.

– Problem solved.

Raphael’s cheeks flushed deep red. Instinctively, he covered his exposed cock with both hands. His heart was pounding in his chest, breath shallow. Liam chuckled, his gaze drifting downward with amusement.

He leaned in, voice low and teasing.

– Don’t be shy – he murmured, gently pulling one of Raphael’s hands away. – I want to see it.

His eyes widened slightly as Raphael’s semi-hard cock sprang free. The cool air brushed over the exposed skin, adding to the thrill.

– Mmm – he hummed appreciatively, wrapping his fingers around the base. He stroked slowly, deliberately. – Beautiful.

– I want to see you too – Raphael said, his voice quiet but firm.

– Impatient, aren’t we? – Liam teased, but his hands moved without hesitation. He unbuttoned his jeans, letting them fall. Navy boxers clung tightly to his erection, the fabric barely containing him. He pushed them down, letting his cock spring free — long, already rock hard.

– Better?

– Wow… – Raphael whispered, eyes wide.

Liam laughed softly at his reaction, watching him stare, wide-eyed and hungry. The sound of it was low, warm, vibrating between them.

– You like it? – he asked, gripping the base. – It’s bigger than yours, you know. Much bigger.

– Wait for it – Raphael muttered – I’m not fully hard yet.

Liam grinned.

– Oh, I see – he murmured, stroking himself once. – You’re not even fully hard yet and you’re already bigger than half the guys here when they’re fully hard.

He chuckled, amused by his own words.

– Wait, have you seen them all? – Raphael asked, raising a brow.

Liam laughed out loud.

– God no – he said. – Where would I find the time to check out every guy’s dick?

He leaned in again, voice dropping into a teasing whisper.

– Though I’ve heard some rumors…

– Ok. So maybe you’ll help mine to be really hard, so you can judge then?

Liam’s grin widened.

– Oh, I’d be more than happy to help your little guy grow bigger – he murmured, wrapping his hand around Raphael’s semi-hard cock again. – Let’s see how hard I can get it.

– Let’s see – Raphael answered, a spark of defiance in his voice.

Liam began stroking him slowly, his grip firm and knowing. Each movement was deliberate, designed to provoke. He watched with interest as Raphael’s cock thickened and lengthened under his touch, pulsing with growing heat. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the tip — soft, teasing — and drew a sharp gasp from Raphael’s lips.

– Already getting bigger – he murmured approvingly, lips brushing the sensitive head.

– Oh… yes… – Raphael breathed, his head falling back.

Liam’s pace quickened, his strokes precise, almost clinical in their effectiveness. He watched Raphael’s cock swell and throb in his hand, admiring every twitch and tremble.

– Look at that – he whispered. – Still not quite fully hard, is it?

– Any idea what could help? – Raphael asked, voice shaky, caught between need and anticipation.

Liam paused mid-stroke, a wicked grin playing on his lips.

– Well – he said lowly – there are a few things that might help…

– Ok… – Raphael murmured, breath shallow.

– For starters… – Liam brought his face closer to the pulsing cock – …maybe if I suck it a bit?

Before Raphael could answer, Liam’s lips wrapped around the head, his tongue pressing firmly against the underside. The warmth of his mouth was immediate, maddening. He pulled back just enough to murmur:

– How’s that? Getting harder yet?

– Definitely. Although I have to test it slightly more – Raphael said, his voice breathy.

Liam chuckled darkly, then took him back into his mouth, sucking harder now. He bobbed his head, stroking the base with practiced rhythm, his movements confident and smooth. When he pulled off with a wet pop, he grinned up at Raphael, his lips slick and swollen.

– Ok. It’s almost perfect. Maybe I’ll show you some tricks as well?

Liam’s eyes sparkled with excitement, his cock throbbing in anticipation. He licked his lips slowly, watching Raphael with unmasked hunger.

– Oh yeah? – he asked. – I’d love to see what tricks you have up your sleeve.

He stroked himself slowly, his hand tight around the base, gaze fixed on Raphael like a challenge.

Raphael’s hand reached out, tentative at first, then bolder — stroking Liam’s cock gently before taking it into his mouth. Inch by inch, until he reached the base, his lips pressing flush to Liam’s skin. The sensation made Liam’s hips jerk slightly, a moan catching in his throat.

Liam let out a low, guttural moan the moment he felt Raphael take him fully into his mouth, the thick head of his cock pressing against the back of his throat. The sensation was overwhelming — tight, wet, all-consuming. He gasped, his eyes flying wide as he realized Raphael was taking his entire length. All of it. No gagging. No pulling back.

– Damn…

Raphael glanced up at him, eyes dark with something wild and electric, and Liam swore he almost came right then.

– Do you like it? – Raphael asked, voice muffled but thick with heat.

– Fuck yes… – Liam breathed, his breath shallow and ragged. – Your throat is fucking amazing…

He couldn’t look away — watching his cock disappear into those soft lips, watching his shaft vanish inch by inch into heat and wetness. Raphael’s lips stretched beautifully around his base, cheeks hollowing with every motion.

– No one’s ever taken me this deep before – Liam groaned, one hand instinctively reaching out, tangling in Raphael’s hair. He didn’t guide with force — more like anchoring himself, desperate to hold on to something real as pleasure surged through him.

– How the… – he gasped, hips jerking slightly as Raphael swallowed around him.

And Raphael gave him more. Deeper. Harder. Faster. His throat worked in rhythm, perfectly in sync with each stroke, each breath, each quiver of Liam’s body. His hands locked onto Liam’s hips, keeping him still, and that control — that quiet, absolute domination — sent a jolt through Liam’s spine.

– Oh my god, you’re gonna make me pass out! – he panted, every muscle in his body tightening, twitching. His eyes fluttered half-closed, mouth falling open, hips involuntarily pushing forward to meet the relentless heat of Raphael’s mouth.

The pressure built fast — too fast.

– You have to stop, you have to… – he gasped again – pull back!

But Raphael didn’t move. If anything, he took him even deeper, lips flush to the base, throat relaxing just enough to keep him there. Liam groaned helplessly, his hands now gripping Raphael’s hair harder — not to control, but to survive it.

Raphael held him down, unyielding, unmoving.

Liam’s eyes rolled back.

– Oh fuck… I’m gonna cum… – he moaned, the words breaking apart in his throat. – I’m gonna cum so hard…

His body seized, then exploded.

Liam cried out loud, raw and unfiltered, as his cock throbbed deep in Raphael’s throat. Hot, thick ropes of cum spilled out in wave after wave. Raphael swallowed every drop, lips sealed tightly, drinking him down greedily.

Liam’s legs trembled as he rode out the high, helpless against the intensity of it. His body shook — shoulders, thighs, even his hands still tangled in Raphael’s hair. Only when the last pulse faded did Raphael finally let him slip free, the wet pop loud in the heavy air between them.

His cock glistened with saliva and the remnants of his release, twitching slightly — still semi-hard.

Liam collapsed onto the mattress, arms flung wide, chest rising and falling as he fought to catch his breath. His mind was blank. No words. Just the echo of orgasm crashing against his skull like waves.

Raphael sat back slowly, licking his lips with deliberate precision, not breaking eye contact.

– Soooo… – he said, the single word curling like smoke.

Liam blinked, still recovering, then let out a breathless laugh. His mouth curved into a lazy grin, eyes still dazed and dark.

– So… – he repeated, and reached out, pulling Raphael to him with a strength that surprised them both.

Their mouths met — deep, unhurried, dirty. Liam tasted himself on Raphael’s tongue and moaned into the kiss. He didn’t pull back until they were both breathless, until his teeth caught Raphael’s lower lip with a final tug.

– I think it’s only fair that I return the favor.

– It seems like that – Raphael replied, his voice rich with challenge.

– Mhm – Liam murmured, nodding slowly. His hands roamed over Raphael’s chest, fingertips grazing warm skin, nails teasing along abs that tensed under his touch.

– And I think I’ll start by sucking your dick just as hard as you sucked mine.

Without breaking the tension, he pushed Raphael back onto the bed — not rough, but firm, decisive. He climbed between his legs, spreading them wide with a slow, hungry gaze.

His shoulders settled between Raphael’s thighs.

And then he lowered his head.

<Part 2 is under the picture>

Part 2

Liam grinned wickedly as he wrapped his fingers around Raphael’s cock, stroking it slowly at first — teasing, savouring the feel of him. Then, with a single fluid motion, he leaned down and took the head into his mouth.

Warmth. Wetness. Pressure.

Raphael gasped, his hips jerking involuntarily.

Liam sucked eagerly, inch by inch, until more and more of Raphael’s length slid past his lips — until he was swallowing him whole, just like Raphael had done to him earlier. His throat worked around the shaft, muscles relaxing with practiced ease.

– It’s so nice… – Raphael breathed, barely able to form words.

– Mmmm… – Liam hummed around him, the vibrations sending shivers up Raphael’s spine and through his entire body. He could feel himself hitting the back of Liam’s throat with every thrust, every movement drawing him closer to the edge.

Liam pulled back just slightly, panting, his lips slick.

– You like this?

Then, without waiting for an answer, he took Raphael in again — deeper this time, his throat adjusting effortlessly.

– Yes. Don’t stop, please… – Raphael gasped, clutching at the sheets.

– Not fucking planning on it – Liam mumbled around him.

One hand massaged Raphael’s balls in slow, delicious circles, while the other stroked the remaining length that couldn’t quite fit into his mouth. His head bobbed faster now, up and down with increasing urgency, his mouth and throat working in perfect, hungry rhythm.

Raphael’s legs began to tremble beneath him.

Waves of pleasure crashed through his body — sharp, electric, relentless. He couldn’t speak. Could barely breathe. Liam could feel it too: the way Raphael’s cock pulsed harder against his tongue, the mounting pressure, the desperate tension in his thighs.

Liam didn’t slow down. His mouth moved faster, more intense. His eyes locked on Raphael’s, pupils blown wide, lust etched into every line of his face.

– Mmmmph… – he moaned, the sound buzzing around Raphael’s shaft like a spell. It pushed him dangerously close to the edge.

And then — just as his climax approached — Raphael felt it. Something strange. A sensation on his back, almost like pressure building beneath the skin. But it was distant, drowned in the overwhelming pleasure Liam was delivering.

He couldn’t focus on it.

All he knew was that he was right there, right at the peak — and then the world shattered.

A massive wave of pleasure surged through him, unlike anything he had ever known. His vision blurred. His breath caught. And with it came a sharp, sudden pain in his back — piercing, radiant, alive.

– What the hell?? W… wi… wings?!? – Raphael choked out, his eyes darting to the mirror.

Liam was still working his cock, mouth buried deep as Raphael came, hard. Thick, hot streams of cum spilled down Liam’s throat, and he swallowed greedily, not wasting a drop.

But Raphael could barely process the orgasm — because in the mirror, he saw them.

He stared at the reflection, breath frozen in his throat. Two massive wings. White. Real. Trembling slightly with every heartbeat.

This can’t be happening.

What the fuck is this? What does it mean?

His chest tightened, overwhelmed by a swirl of disbelief and awe. He felt like his skin didn’t quite fit anymore — like something ancient had pushed its way out from within.

Is this who I’ve been all along? Or am I becoming something else?

– What the hell? LIAM?! – he cried out, chest heaving, body still shaking.

Liam pulled off with a loud gulp, licking his lips, dazed. Then he followed Raphael’s gaze, and froze.

His eyes widened, mouth falling open.

– Holy shit… – he whispered, scrambling backward on the bed. – Did I… did I just make you sprout fucking wings?

– YEAH – Raphael snapped, still staring at himself, at the impossible.

– Fucking hell, that’s insane! – Liam exclaimed, staring openly at the wings. – I’ve never heard of a blowjob causing something like that before. You’re… you’re a fucking angel now or something?

Raphael’s voice was quiet, uncertain.

– I told you. I don’t know who I am. But I think we can eliminate the possibility of “ordinary human.”

Liam laughed nervously, running a shaky hand through his messy red hair. He looked stunned — but fascinated.

– No kidding. You’re definitely not ordinary. But what are you then? Some kind of celestial being? A fallen angel? A…

He trailed off, his expression shifting.

– A Nephilim? – he asked, voice barely above a whisper. – Half-angel, half-human? That would explain the wings.

He reached out slowly, almost reverently, brushing his fingers along one of the feathers. It twitched at his touch.

– You feel different too – he murmured. – Like you’re vibrating with divine energy…

Raphael blinked, still trying to steady his breathing.

– Do you have wings too?

Liam shook his head, a quiet chuckle escaping his lips.

– No wings here – he said, spreading his arms with a small shrug. – Just a gifted tongue, apparently powerful enough to make you sprout wings.

His grin was playful, but there was something deeper beneath it — a flicker of awe, almost reverent, softening the curve of his mouth. His gaze drifted to Raphael’s wings, still half-unfurled behind him, the feathers catching the moonlight like pale fire.

– Crazy, huh?

Raphael let out a nervous laugh — short, breathy, uncertain. The weight of the wings on his back was real, but his mind hadn’t caught up yet. He could still feel the echo of Liam’s mouth on him, the blood in his body still humming, and now this. Wings.

Liam laughed with him, the sound bright and grounding.

– I mean, it’s not every day you turn someone into an angel with your mouth – he quipped, shaking his head. Then he leaned in and kissed Raphael softly — no rush, no heat, just closeness. His lips lingered, and when he pulled back, his hands didn’t. They wandered gently over Raphael’s body, fingers brushing his shoulders, sliding down to trace the curve where wings met flesh. He touched them like they were sacred. Like Raphael might disappear if he wasn’t careful.

– I don’t think I’m an angel or nephilim – Raphael murmured, still watching Liam’s expression. – But let’s test it. How do you know if you’re a nephilim, besides the parent thing you said?

Liam’s eyes focused again, thoughtful now. He pulled back just enough to speak clearly, his fingers still brushing along Raphael’s side.

– Good point. There are a few signs to look out for. For example… nephilim are usually incredibly strong and fast, with enhanced senses. They also have a natural affinity for magic, and are resistant to many forms of harm.

– Ok. What else?

Liam’s hand drummed absently against Raphael’s chest, the touch light but present.

– Nephilim also have a unique life span. We age much slower than humans — centuries, sometimes more. And… our blood glows faintly under moonlight.

He glanced at the window, where silver-blue light spilled across the sheets like mist.

– It glows… hmm… I think the moon’s already shining. We could test that.

Liam’s expression lit up. He pushed the curtain aside, letting in a flood of moonlight. The room shifted instantly, bathed in cool silver tones.

– Perfect – he said softly.

Taking Raphael’s hand gently, he pricked his thumb with a pin, then held it up to the window. They leaned in together, breath held — waiting.

And then Liam’s eyes widened, his mouth parting in stunned silence.

– What? – Raphael asked, heartbeat spiking again.

– Your blood… it’s glowing – Liam whispered, barely audible. His fingers turned Raphael’s hand this way and that, mesmerized by the faint blue light radiating from the single drop. – Holy shit, you’re definitely a nephilim. Your blood glows in the moonlight.

– Show me yours?

Liam blinked, then smiled with that same crooked grin as before. He pricked his own thumb and held it up next to Raphael’s. The glow was softer — silver, like starlight dancing on water.

– See? Nephilim blood – he confirmed, brushing his glowing thumb lightly over Raphael’s veins. – We match.

But then he paused, brow furrowing.

– I wouldn’t say so – Raphael murmured, studying the difference. – Both glow, but… it’s a different colour.

He tilted his head, a line forming between his brows.

– Does any other species have glowing blood?

Liam nodded slowly, still tracing the pale blue veins along Raphael’s wrist.

– There are a few others. Vampires have blood that glows red in moonlight. And some magical creatures… their blood glows depending on their abilities. Colour can mean a lot.

Raphael looked down again at the shimmer in his skin — not red, not silver. Blue. Deep and vibrant, like something cold and endless.

– Ok. So mine is blue. I wonder what it means… – he whispered, more to himself than to Liam.

He stared for a moment longer, the light from the moon mixing with the glow of his veins. The wings behind him shifted again, rustling faintly.

Then he spoke again.

– First… do you know someone with wings?

Liam’s eyes flicked back to the wings on Raphael’s back, his face still full of wonder.

– I don’t know anyone personally – he said. – But I’ve heard stories. About angels and nephilim hybrids who had them.

He looked up at Raphael, a small smile tugging at his lips.

– You’re something else.

Raphael exhaled slowly.

– Hmmmm… I wonder if I could retract them or hide somehow…

The wings twitched slightly, as if responding to the thought.

– You know, most wings, when they’re not in use, typically fold neatly against the back. Sometimes they can even partially disappear into your skin – Liam explained, his voice calm and thoughtful as his fingers gently traced along the edges of Raphael’s wings. – But controlling them can take practice. Have you tried mentally willing them to disappear?

– No. Good idea – Raphael murmured.

Liam’s hands came to rest lightly on his shoulder blades, his touch grounding, gentle.

– Start by focusing on the base of your wings, where they meet your back – he instructed softly. – Imagine them folding in on themselves, becoming one with your back. With practice, it should become second nature.

His voice was low, encouraging, as though he was guiding something sacred.

Raphael closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. He focused inward — on the strange new presence sprouting from his back. He imagined the wings folding inward, dissolving into him, becoming part of him again. He pictured stillness. Emptiness.

When he opened his eyes and turned toward the mirror, they were gone.

Liam blinked, his hands still resting on Raphael’s bare skin.

– Wow, you did it! – he breathed, genuinely impressed. – That was fast! Most nephilim take weeks to master that.

– I told you I’m definitely NOT nephilim – Raphael muttered, his voice shaking slightly. – Sorry… my body’s still trembling. And my tongue…

Liam’s expression shifted instantly, concern overtaking his face.

– Whoa, easy there – he said, stepping closer to catch him before he could sway. – You’re having a reaction, aren’t you? To the transformation?

– Maybe. Or maybe it’s still the reaction to what you did to me – Raphael said with a lopsided grin.

Liam flushed at the remark, but didn’t let go. Instead, he pulled him gently into his arms, holding him tight against his chest.

– Maybe both – he murmured near Raphael’s ear, the heat of his breath making him shiver. – But right now, I need to take care of you.

– Ok. But… it happened so fast. I don’t know what came into me…
I know who came – he added with a grin. – But let’s not jump to conclusions. I’m still very much confused. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining. I don’t regret anything.

Liam nodded slowly, one hand stroking Raphael’s back, the other wrapped securely around his waist.

– I know. No pressure, no expectations. I just want to make sure you’re okay.

He guided Raphael back to the bed, easing him down with care, adjusting the covers like a quiet promise.

– I hope you’re not mad at me – Raphael said, more vulnerable than he meant to sound.

Liam’s expression softened. He climbed onto the bed beside him, pulling him into his arms again.

– Mad at you? – he echoed. – Why would I be mad at you?

He pressed a tender kiss to Raphael’s temple.

– You didn’t do anything wrong.

His fingers slipped into Raphael’s hair, stroking slowly, grounding him.

– I just don’t want you to feel used – Raphael added quietly.

Liam shook his head, pulling him closer still.

– You didn’t use me – he said gently. – I wanted it. Every second of it. Just as much as you did.

He kissed Raphael again, this time on the lips — slow, sincere, his palm warm against his cheek.

– I’m here for you. Whatever you need.

– Ok – Raphael whispered.

Liam smiled at his answer, not letting go. After a beat, he pulled back enough to meet Raphael’s eyes.

– You know, for a nephilim who’s supposedly bad at emotions, you’re doing pretty well – he teased, smirking slightly.

– Maybe because I’m not nephilim – Raphael shot back with a mischievous grin.

Liam rolled his eyes but laughed softly.

– Yeah, yeah – he said. – Whatever you are, you’re definitely not bad at kissing.

– You’re not bad yourself either  – Raphael replied with a wink.

Liam chuckled, the blush returning to his cheeks.

– Careful – he murmured. – You keep talking like that and I might start thinking you actually like me.

His fingers brushed lazily along Raphael’s hip as he pulled him closer again.

– Who knows? – Raphael teased. – But now it stays the secret of the universe – said sending Liam a remote kiss.

Liam laughed, low and warm, shaking his head.

– Of course it does – he said, smirking. – Because if anyone found out that the great big bad angel actually had a soft spot for a little hybrid like me…

– Thank you very much – Raphael interrupted, snorting. – I don’t want to overuse your kindness, but… could you help me find Kael?
I promised him we’ll talk about those prophecies he mentioned.

Liam blinked, and his expression shifted — from playful to focused.

– Of course. I’ll help you find Kael – he said, disentangling himself gently from their embrace. He stood, stretching slightly, then extended a hand. – Those prophecies must be important if they’ve got a nephilim rattled.

– Not Nephilim, not angel. Please stop calling me that – Raphael said firmly. – I know you’d like me to be the same species as you, but I’m not.

Liam paused, then gave a small nod, his eyes soft.

– Right. Not Nephilim, not angel – he said, his fingers curling around Raphael’s as he helped him up. – Old habits die hard. I’ll try to remember.

Raphael gave him a gentle kiss with a little smile.

Liam’s smile mirrored his — gentle, warm, protective. He led Raphael to the door, pausing only to glance back once before opening it and guiding him quietly out into the hallway.

As their footsteps echoed softly in the corridor, Liam glanced over, curiosity lighting his expression.

– Sooo… these prophecies Kael mentioned… they’re the real deal, huh?