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wowie wow wow my akiangel fic has finally landed. im so proud of this, not because it's great writing or anything but because its been living in my notes forever and i finally finished it lol
Summary:
After Aki sees a woman that looks exactly like his male coworker, Angel, in a danceclub (without his usual wings or halo), he wonders what it would be like if he could really touch Angel. When the woman calls Aki by his real name instead of his underground code name (“Aro”), Aki gets suspicious. Is his work partner keeping a secret from him?
Or, has the universe just blessed him with a doppelganger that he can fuck?
updating weekly/biweekly ish yay!!!
Chapter 3 is uppp, now including an akiangel playlist for your listening pleasure
chapter 6 is (finally) hereeee, a lil teaser below…
Angel spins and coaxes his expression into something coy. “Aro” looks fucking delectable. He’s wearing a mesh, long sleeved shirt that is mostly transparent, leaving none of his muscles to the imagination. The shirt doesn’t even cover his entire abdomen; a sliver of skin peeks out just above his pants’ waistline. Angel’s eyes get momentarily caught on the crop of black hair that trails below his navel and disappears into his jeans.
His ripped baggy jeans and dirty sneakers only serve to draw Angel’s eyes to the main attraction, the top half of his body. Tilting his head up, Angel expects to meet those dark blue eyes but they are busy assessing Angel with a similar heat. Black kohl eyeliner outlines them, making him look slightly more intense. And best of all, that inky black hair rests on his shoulders, which Angel can never resist.
“Aro,” Angel says neutrally, and those pretty eyes flick up to Angel’s face.
Aki smirks mercilessly, “Angie, baby.”
Aki winds a hand around Angel’s waist and pulls him close to his body. Angel wraps his arms around Aki’s neck and pulls himself up so that he can have a word in private, but Aki beats him to it.
“Fancy seeing you here, pretty thing,” Aki whispers as he strokes a hand down Angel’s back.
Angel shivers against his touch, but testily spits the first word that comes to mind, “Slut.”
Aki laughs against his ear, “Yeah, I figured you’d be pissed. I’ll avoid you, if that’s what you want. Didn’t mean to harsh your style here.”
“Yes,” Angel grits out. “Pretend there is nothing between us.”
“If I must,” Aki says, finally releasing him.
