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"Don't wait. I do not need to eat." Celtran said, moving around the kitchen to pick his mess up, which he hadn't gotten around to just yet. As he did so, he thought about everything, analyzed it all. Yes, he and Ryouma must start tonight, lest they be unprepared for another day like the last. The sooner the better.

Watching the boy eat, Celtran finally finished up and sat with him, though he had lost all appetite he might have had. His wings were still out, he was almost too natural with them to notice, and he tucked them in behind his back and the chair, the feathers sticking outward as he relaxed and stretched. Lord, it felt like forever since he'd had them out, even if it was not. And he knew what forever was.

"You too will get wings." he said suddenly as Ryouma dished more into his body with haste. "These, though, will not last. We have been connected, but there is still much more to learn. There is one more step in our bond. I can give you my wings, but they will not be with me forever." The Angel's face saddened at this. How imprisoned he will feel when his wings blacken, burn and disappear. He wondered if he should even mention it. But... Ryouma needed to know everything, in order to survive this. Folding his hands before his face, Celtran closed his eyes and let his chocolate bangs fall over them. "When an Angel falls, or in this case, goes against his natural order, they will lose their wings." His own stretched out. The black feathers had spread nearly half way up the ridge of both wings, looking quite dead and... well, black. "Eventually, they will crumble and turn to dust, and by this, I can not return to Heaven. Do you see what it means to fall?

"But in the mean time, I will teach you how to accept my wings, I will teach you how to fly so that you may use my powers for good and protection. It is hard, though I know in my heart you must learn. And you will learn."

Celtran nodded. "Good. A few days should be enough to get a start." Folding his hands, Celtran closed his eyes, thinking of how warm his wing felt since Ryouma touched it.

Despite Ryouma's protests, Celtran had him lie down for a little while more, just to regain any more energy he lost. But a good hour and a half later, he roused the lightly dozing boy, kneeling at the couch's edge with his hands gently pushing back the younger's dark hair with his fingers. "It's a good deal late now." he said. "I think you and I can go outside. Get your coat."

Outside, Celtran stood in just his jeans, running a hand through his hair as he waited for Ryouma. His wings bended and stretched, open and closed, trying to get warmed up. The night was cool, and when Ryouma came out, Celtran was glad to see he'd listened and brought his coat. It got much colder the higher up. Not that Celtran felt things like that, and he found it much easier to move his wings without cloth invading his flapping space. Once Ryouma was beside him, he took to strolling and led them down the back path behind Ryouma's backyard.

"There are many things to learn besides just fighting." he started after a long time of thought. "Being a human... and flying, is different than when an Angel does. It's not easy at all. You have to remember to keep moving your wings, turning is fast, landing is the hardest. But I was born with wings; for you to fly, I must give mine to you. And we have little time to practice, so first things first..." he stopped and spread the feathery appendages so they rustled at both sides, all 24 feet of them from tip to tip. It was indeed quite huge, no doubt about it. "They should be smaller on you." he commented before moving back to the point. "Now, would you like to fly?"

Celtran let a smirk befall his face. Ryouma, short, serious Ryouma. The human didn't even realize it when his energy shot up, full of hormones and sexual angst. It was easy to spot, as angels never felt this way in Heaven, though Celtran was adapting to it now. He smiled wider, though eyes shuttered a bit, when his body went warm and tingly. Ryouma always seemed to have this effect on him.

Though, belaying his unventured lusts, Celtran unfolded his arms and gestured out to Ryouma, beckoning him to come closer. "All I can do is carry you now." he explained. "Soon, I won't have to." His heart soared at the idea of giving Ryouma his wings. He recalled his angel friends and he, one day on a break from duty, when they sat and looked down at Earth. Wow! they marvelled. I wish I could give my wings to my humans! It was every hopeful, mournful angel's dream.... It was an honor.

And now Celtran could have that honor! Well, if he was a good enough angel and taught Ryouma correctly. White eyes gleaming through the dark like a pair of lightbulbs, Celtran took Ryouma's hands in his own and spread the human's arms out a bit, looking his small stature up and down so he could analyze his flight. Their skin sparked and felt like an electric shock, both energies still sensitive to each other, and it was a moment before it settled.

"Facing forward is probably best, so you can see where we go." he was intent on making this perfect for the other. Turning the young Japanese male around, the angel let him step up on his feet for take off, their bodies close and melded, so more flexability was possible. Arms around Ryouma's waist, Celtran crouched low and sprung into the air, wings snapping out to catch the first breeze.

He flapped and in several strong strokes, they were quickly hundreds of feet up, the wind whipping around their frames and hissing through his greying feathers. Once aloft, it was easier to steer and drift, so Celtran lay them out flat and they soared towards the horizon. Seeing Ryouma's face made Celtran smile, and he knew he'd done a huge thing in flying with Ryouma. He was sure that every human dreamed of flying... Who wouldn't? Celtran would miss his wings....

"Hold on," he said into Ryouma's ear, and slid his hands from the boy's waist to his hands again, spreading them wide. Their bodies floated apart and Celtran could finally let him go, the drafts of both his wings and their forms keeping Ryouma right beneath him, like a little hover craft. Celtran stooped his neck to speak into Ryouma's ear again. "There. You're flying, Ryouma."

Celtran's gaze was directed ahead, watching where they were going with his white eyes practically glowing in the dark. The city's lights glared up at then, highlighting their bellies and casting Ryouma's shadow up over the angel. When Ryouma looked up at Celtran, the angel seemed to sense it and glanced back down at him, a small smile coming to his face.

Suddenly, he tucked Ryouma's hands into his chest, wrapping his own arms around him, and peaked his wings. Next thing Ryouma knew, they were spiralling downward at at least 120 mph. The oxygen became thin and the air was blowing past them like a subway, but Celtran found a good place in the atmosphere hardly twenty seconds in, and released his feathery appendages. They shot across the tops of the buildings, now far closer to the city than ever before, and all Ryouma had to do was reach his leg down and it would knock into the cement tops of the skyscrapers. But they didn't stay long, as there were people everywhere, not to mention demons. So before long, Celtran had his arms around Ryouma's waist and they were headed back home. There wasn't much talking, because like before, the wind stole every word.

Landing like this was a new matter to Celtran, who had to do several tucks and rolls to get his balance right, but eventually they landed quite neatly to the short, rather dying grass out back of the apartment. Folding his wings, they began to disappear until all that was left was two long lines at least a foot long on either part of his shoulderblades. Celtran figured these were small bumps in the long road of coming here, being defined by a few lines, but he hardly worried. His wings would be gone before long and the marks would fade. Once his wings were placed carefully away, he realized he was still holding onto Ryouma, which he didn't mind but he knew not if the other did.

"Here." he said, and slackened his grip so Ryouma could stumble a bit off his feet. He didn't blame the human - virtigo was hard to get used to when first flying. Seeing Ryouma's flushed face in the dark had Celtran's heart jumping though hoops, and the angel was, safe to say, very satisfied. "Do you like flying?" he asked, his eyebrows rising up under his chocolate bangs, which were rather windswept. Even as the question was being processed, Celtran couldn't help thinking of just how adorable the young man was, standing before him in the dark with pink cheeks, fly-away hair and wide, pretty eyes. He couldn't quite name the color of those orbs, somewhere between and olive and gold. In any case, it had Celtran's heart racing a bit, something unusual to him, and for a moment, he didn't know what to do. He wanted to hold Ryouma again, wrap his arms around those small shoulders, encase him in his own energy so that both of them could mingle like before. In a split thought, Celtran looked away from Ryouma, his golden energy shutting down around him. NO, he couldn't let Ryouma read into that, because as of that moment, he'd wanted to kiss Ryouma.

The angel stood where he was, firmed by something he didn't know as Ryouma stood on his toes to press his flower-petal lips into his, and Celtran sighed through his nose. It was... like flying again. He felt his feet leave the earth as if God had called him back to the land of the holy and forgiven him for everything he'd done. It felt so great he... he... But before he could lift his hands to pull the boy's body into his, the kiss was broken and Ryouma was flushed. Everything had stopped so soon, he felt as if it weren't enough...

What was this? Gluttony, that's what it was. Angels weren't supposed to feel such things, such desires, even when presented freely, like now. Celtran stared down at the fumbling Ryouma, white eyes steadily taking in the other's face, trying to read some sense out of him. He couldn't piece his thoughts together any better than the Japanese one could.

"A.... It's.... Alright." he said finally, his voice thankfully steady as the sky, and he slowly caught the breath that seemed to have vanished from his chest. It wasn't like he was panting and gasping and blushing everywhere, not like Ryouma, but even if one couldn't tell he was fumbling, he truly was. Just in his mild, calm manner. And thoughts seemed to be coming to him. Like how much he wished he'd kissed Ryouma back. Or how much he wanted to do it again.

Wait. He'd been kissed by his human! Glorious day! Was it not something he could have dreamed while in Heaven if not for the Pure forbidding it and making such fantasies impossible? He'd do anything for his human, and now he was being kissed by him.... Things felt so perfect. But Ryouma was getting freaked out, that was obvious. Was there something wrong? Apparently.

Eyebrows contracting along his brow, Celtran didn't back away but stepped forward and gently, and yet firmly, took ahold of one of Ryouma's shaky hands, sending tingling calm down into the mortal's skin. "Calm, Ryouma." he said quietly, watching him become more flustered. But Celtran didn't like seeing him like this, and was intent on fixing him as best he could. "Calm yourself. There is nothing to be afraid of. He continued, his thumb now rubbing the other's palm. A small smirk came to his face. "What? Did you expect me to fly off and leave you, Ryouma-chan?" Though as much as he desired of the boy, he did not ask for another kiss. No, it would surely rock him. Or make the angel's needs insatiable.

Celtran was by then frowning deeply as Ryouma excused the kiss as sexually wrong. Was this so in the human world? "In all honesty, God doesn't hold trife against male-male relations, nor does he woman-woman. There's no judgement harbored against personal--" But he stopped. Because Ryouma had asked him a very interesting question. One of the angel's eyebrows cocked up under his bangs and he looked down at Ryouma in a whole knew way.

Not only had he kissed his darling human, but... his human had asked for another. It could have blown his mind had he not been a more reasonable being. A small quiet followed the question while the angel processed this. It might have been uncomfortable, it might not have, but he didn't really notice either way, instead intent on reading into Ryouma's eyes with his own.

Maybe he was a little sick from the fly? Perhaps he was just confused since Celtran was an angel, and it was easy to be attracted to him? He honestly didn't know. What he did know was that he did in fact want to kiss the other again, and he felt his heart might shatter if he did not, so he slowly took a step towards Ryouma. When he did not back away, Celtran took another.

They were now standing chest to chest - or, head to chest, as Ryouma was still short as ever - and slowly, ever slowly, Celtran lifted his flawless hands to cup Ryouma's face as the human had just done his moments before. "I don't see why not..." he uttered quietly while his head stooped to Ryouma's level and he brought their faces close. So warm, the boy's face was, and tinged such a lovely red. Celtran felt himself smiling before he gently brought his lips into Ryouma's again, though this time, for much longer. Kissing was something so powerful to him, even if it was just simple skin on skin contact. It was the thought of invading someone's space, to be so close to them, that brought the specialty out of it. That someone dare let him into their small world so they could share secrets and guilty pleasures. Celtran felt his heart soaring, and his wings were itching to get out and wrap around them in a warm embrace, to hide them from the world.

Shifting his head to the other side, he quickly slid his hands down to Ryouma's neck, pulling him even closer. He couldn't even stop himself now, selfish for this wonderous feeling and desperately hungering for more. Their gentle lip-lock became deeper, until the soft lips connected to him were sliding in and out of his own, their jaws working for something almost unattainable.

He did not know what he was hoping to attain by doing this, but it didn't matter. He only wanted to kiss Ryouma, kiss and kiss him until the world ended and the stars burnt out. The soft little arms sliding around his neck made his skin shiver, but not from the cool air. One of his hands slid down to his waist, and he pulled him in, kissing him fiercly now. He was thirsty for the nectar of Ryouma's love, and it was driving him slowly crazy. Celtran's tongue dipped out for a split second, caressing over the others bottom lip before it was replaced by the rest of his mouth again. Just the action gave him another bout of shivers, reacting heavily to the other.

Speaking of reactions, Celtran felt something different pressing against him. It was not the usual heat of Ryouma's body that was floating around in his energy, twisting like candycanes past his olive skin. No, it was something more... deep and sensual. Celtran felt it like a hot poker against him and had to pause from their kiss to keep from shuddering pleasurably. Panting lightly, he stared at Ryouma, holding him tightly even still. His muscles twitched, his skin shook, his startling white eyes half mast. His human not only wanted to kiss him, but he...

"Ryouma, you're aroused." he pointed out, not meaning to be so blantant, but it was the only way he knew. His eyes traveled from the human's face, down his chest and heading below. His eyes flickered back and forth from the area to his face. "Do you need me to...?"