Songbird Kiss Aftermath Pt. 2
Vesuvius Finds Out
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"You're drenched. And late."
Angel flinches, shutting the door behind him with a click as he turns to face Vesuvius. A puddle slowly forms beneath him.
"I walked..."
The look he gets has him squirming and his sunrays retracting, more so than they already are.
"Some of the way... and then got a taxi..."
Vesuvius approaches him, sizing him up. His golden gaze narrows and he tilts his head. "You didn't answer my calls. I was about to go looking for you."
"Ah..." Angel can't help but grimace and nervously tug on his collar. "I, uh... Still had my phone muted for work..."
"As you usually do."
"As I usually do..."
Vesuvius groans and rolls his eyes. "You're shivering. Fucking... here." He begins unbuttoning Angel's vest, eventually slipping down into a full crouch. Steam hisses from his wrist and causes Angel to flinch. Okay what the hell.
"What is wrong with you?" He stops on the last button, staring his boyfriend down. He hasn't been this jumpy since their early days. And he has a sneaking suspicion that the trembling isn't just from the cold.
"Just- I- Wet- Cold?" He squeaks out, hunching into himself and avoiding eye contact. Guilty. But he doesn't smell (strongly) of smoke. And there's no bloodstains or spilled alcohol on his clothes...
"Just cold?" Vesuvius undoes the button and tugs off his vest, moving on to his fidgeting hands to remove his gloves.
Oh god, Angel can't do this. He can't. Vesuvius is acting so calm and patient but that's only because he *doesn't know*. He doesn't know and he can't know. Because if he does... One glove comes off revealing his mismatched and mishapen fingers, unnoticeable unless you look closely. But if Vesuvius knew it would surely become obvious to any one, for Vesuvius would definitely assume the worst and mangle his hands for it. He can't touch anyone else without them. Angel heaves out a synthetic breath. Would he throw him down and step on his face, break his jaw? He would still be able to speak but he wouldn't be able to kiss anyone else. A light tap to the aforementioned jaw has him jerking back a milimeter.
"You're spiraling. You know I have no plans of ever hurting you again. So, answer the question, Angel." Vesuvius' voice is surprisingly soft, it sounds weird coming from him, a tone he almost never uses.
Nonononono. No! Vesuvius will kill him if he- "I kissed Songbird!" He slaps both hands over his mouth. Tears resurface at the corners of his wide eyes. Oh, he fucked up bad this time. He fucked up fucked up.
But nothing comes. No anger, no glare, not even a growl. Just a light scoff before his hands are led down to his sides so Vesuvius can work on unbuttoning his undershirt. "That's it?"
"Wh- What do you mean 'that's it'?!"
A low chuckle has Angel trying to hunch into himself again, Vesuvius keeps him still.
"I thought you'd kissed her a long time ago already. What with those infatuated looks you give her all the time. And... everything else."
A long time ago... Vesuvius thought he already kissed Songbird... "Everything else?" His gaze is directed to the closet with a finger on his chin. The pillow... ah... his gaze falls to the floor... "But... So you're not... But I cheated on you."
"Irked? Yes. Pissed off? No. Not at you at least... The fact that you're one telling me this and two acting like this over it says enough. Not that you did anything other than kiss her." At the confirming headshake he straightens up, setting the wet clothes to the side. "And now you know not to do it again."
Angel looks up again when Vesuvius steps away in the direction of their bathroom. He sighs, hugging himself now. This could've gone so much worse. The only reason he's living how he is is because of Vesuvius and the capo could've easily dumped him right here and now. If this were anyone else he'd be more concerned about Vesuvius being upset but he's so upfront about his feelings that... Even still... A fast, heavy, and soft projectile slams into his face and causes him to stumble back, grasping onto it to pull it down when it gets caught on his sunrays. His favorite towel, the fluffy, soft pink one. He didn't even hear the water running until now...
Vesuvius snorts when Angel just stands there, walking over with a long stride. All he does is wrap Angel up in the towel and pick him up to set him down on their bed. The tub will take a little while to fill.
"... So we're still boyfriends...?"
"..." The Sun model curiously peeks up at his boyfriend's face when he doesn't get a response. The look in Vesuvius' eyes causes him to clench his fists and swallow thickly. The capo leans down, trapping Angel between himself and the bed. His voice drops to a gravelly rasp followed by a slow chuckle that has Angel's knees weak and audio receptors tingling. "It'll take far more than that woman to take you from me. Far, far more..." Sharp fingers dip beneath the towel to trail down the split on his chest, both teasing and a not so subtle threat. "But for both of your sakes, the only one who should be getting a taste of your lips is *me.*" Just like that they're both flat on the bed, lips interlocked and chest to chest. Both of Vesuvius' hands worm their way up Angel's sides, along his shoulders, sweep past the back of his head and end up gripping two of his rays possessively. It's such a simple touch but it has Angel whimpering and arching his spine. Vesuvius' responding growl vibrates through his very core.
Abrubtly he pulls away, scowling with his casing hot enough to fry an egg and steam hissing out from between his neck joints. "Bath first. And then maybe I should punish you for thinking you could share yourself with someone else. Come on, before the tub overflows again..."
