Chapter 12

Corey woke up in Paolo's arms. He could feel his pair in the van already. He probably slept there.

"Back to square one…" he only mumbled as he peeled himself out of the bald man's limbs to wash up and get ready to leave.

He knew that time was short and he felt that he should somehow speed up things to not run out of it. Everything was so risky at that point. And maybe running from the inevitable was foolish.

After he got dressed and gently woke up Paolo, he walked to the van and opened the slide door not so gently to wake the messed up creature inside.

"Hey man! What the fuck?!" Matt woke with a start, sitting up feeling all dizzy. After his little talk with Brent on the roof, he didn't drink more and wasn't able to make himself go back to the... 'lovebirds', so he chose to sleep in the van. But it felt like he didn't sleep at all as he tried to make the world stop from spinning.

When he managed, he looked up at Corey. "What's going on? What do you want? Are we on the move already? What's the time? I might have overslept... Sorry," he mumbled, trying to collect his thoughts and untangle from the covers.

"You need to talk to me," Corey said on a strict voice and slapped the van door shut in a similar manner behind him. 

Stepping to the bed he changed to his demon form, looking at the angel spawn. "Stand before me and show yourself!" he used his voice of control.

Despite the utter shock, Matt felt like he was having a déjà vu. This situation reminded him of that first night when Corey used his power on him to make him shift.

And now it hurt Matt as fuck, because of all the things that have been going on between them and also because... Matt loved Corey despite all this shit storm.

"I don't want to!" he hissed, but he was already standing up, unable to withstand that force once again. And he was just as stubborn like back then. "Go back to your precious guardian and leave me the fuck alone! I'm fine!"

"Show yourself to me! Spread your wings! Let me see it!" Corey growled and used his voice again. The truth was he was worried sick for Matt. And wanted to know the exact state his pair was in right then.

"Fuck you!" Matt shouted as angry tears welled up in his glowing eyes but gave in and spread his wings. And with that move dozens of feathers littered the mattress he was standing on, the remaining feathers dull and messy.

"Now leave and let me be alone!" he spit, terrified from the thought of falling apart in front of Corey, who just drove that knife deeper into him with this act, even if he could feel his worry and shock. "We have a fucking show to play soon. I need to practice," he babbled, trying to move, but couldn't, which only made him fight Corey even more.

"You would never trust a demon like me..." Corey said low. It was not a question, just a sad statement of how things were.

He just watched the angel before him in almost the same state he found him in. All that… what he gave to Matt, what caring and love he has shown… how he opened up himself to their bond and let Matt feel inside him... right then and there looked like they all meant nothing. "All that time... Everything… Just wasted…" he only let that slip out barely audible as he had to use all his self-control to not break down devastated.

"Paolo is with us because you suggested and lusted after him. Balancing out what you take from me. Still you chose to die. You are my angel, not he…" he spoke up louder and swallowed hard as he looked Matt in the eye and shifted to his human look. "We must talk after the gig. Eat and rest at least…" he said and left Matt alone to try to get himself together too.

Matt just plopped back down onto the mattress in the sudden silence, devastated, losing more of his feathers. And he let his tears finally roll down on his face. He felt like a royal screw up. A waste of time and energy... Corey was right, even if he didn't know Matt's true feelings for him. The most closely guarded and only secret he managed to fully keep from him.

He didn't eat or rest. What was the point? Apparently – according to Corey – he chose to die. So instead he spent the time just sitting in the van hurting and crying.

***

By the time they were on stage, Matt's feelings were even more of a mess. He was angry and devastated that Corey used his power over him again, but under that all he was just feeling miserable, sad and guilty. But as he tried his best on stage not to let the band and fans down, it just didn't matter what he felt. After the show he was going to leave for good and get out of their hairs. Maybe with time Corey will find a way to move on and forget him. As he and his love for the prince won't exist anymore.

He planned it all out in the van and even confessed to Corey in that notebook he left on top of the cover, among his shed black feathers. This show was his goodbye, which he accepted. And it was nearing towards its end so Matt made peace with it as much as he could.

Corey was giving all his frustration into the performance. The growls were earth-shattering as the oldest son of Lucifer channeled his pain into it.

And he knew. He knew that he had to be quick and stop Matt. And as soon as they said their goodbyes to the fans, he stormed off stage grabbing onto the surprised drummer to hurry after Matt.

Joe just blinked at Paolo and went after the others without thinking.

At the smaller back hall right before the dressing rooms they found the half-breed and Corey ran after him, grabbing his arm to turn him around. "Wait… you have to listen to me..."

"Why? What else do you want to tell me? Or you want to force me again? I know I wasted your time and energy. I know I'm a disappointment," he said with a small sad smile. "I'm leaving. It's going to be best for everyone," he said quietly trying to gently free his arm, while his sad black eyes were drinking in every detail of the beloved face one more time. "You knew this was coming. And I'm sorry. Please take care of yourself and the others. They need you," he said and went as far as leaning in to peck Corey's lips. "Now let me go."

Corey was speechless… So it was great luck that Brent was there who was shocked, but not that much to not sense the danger…

"You’re leaving him!!! He searched so much after you!!" he said almost crying out. His favorite couple can't just end like that. Not that he knew many couples… "BTW... They are here. King... what do we do?" he added almost panicking and that made the demon close his mouth and blink out of his shock.

"Yes… Thanks… Matt... I can't now... We will talk later. No force. But now I must," he said leaning in to kiss the almost protesting angel and pushed him with Brent into one of the wardrobes.

Just in time to see from the air holes as Joe arrived in the hall, followed by Matt's once brothers…

"Field," Corey whispered and he and Brent made a force field covering them from any senses of any other beings.

Meanwhile the angels grabbed the poor human not so gently as the leader smacked a huge one at his face. "Where is your demon master and that cherub? Speak up!"

Seeing his once brothers again wasn't a pleasant experience, but it really snapped Matt out of his dark place for now. Especially when he saw the leader, Kevin as he liked to be called, hit poor Joe, making his lip split.

But what shocked Matt even more was the question asked from him. A cherub? Did Kevin mean him? He had to since Paolo was a guardian angel... Matt has heard about the powerful cherubs, warrior angels close to God in Heaven's hierarchy. Just like Corey's mother. Could Matt's father be...? Well, it would make sense... He looked at Corey's clenching jaw in the dark and Matt just knew it was the case.

"I don't know, man. No need to get violent. We just finished a show and I was last to leave the stage..." Joe groaned and Matt realized he gave him less credit than he deserved, because it seemed the human wasn't shitting his pants but protecting them even when facing three much stronger half-breeds.

"Don't lie to me, you shithead!" Kevin barked and punched him hard enough that Joe's head thudded against the wall behind him.

That's when Matt tried to move and get out of the wardrobe and from behind the shield. He couldn't let that poor human get hurt because of him. But before he could take one step, he felt both Corey's and Brent's hands gripping him tight to make him stay put.

"I have to help Joe! They're here for me. He has nothing to do with this! I can't let them hurt him!" he hissed at Corey.

"They would kill us all. I called for Paolo already. Stay put. Here are your answers," Corey told Matt through their bond directly in his head.

"Really, man... I don't know what you are saying. I just play guitar for a band," Joe mumbled clearly dizzy from the hard hits on his head.

"Maybe he is not the one, Kevin. He's a human, would have spoken already..." another angel spoke watching the scene.

"Nonsense. Don't be stupid! We been using Matt for years and followed this shitty band as well. He is one of them. And no matter how he talks shit we will find that betrayer. We should have never trusted a cherub after all... He was a good bait to lure out that demon, but he will find his true self soon… He knows too much about us, and should have been killed when we found him as a kid…" Kevin said with spite.

And just as he grabbed into Joe once again, Paolo arrived and yelled at them.

"Hey! What are you doing to my brother? He is my brother from my human side," the guardian said showing his true self and wrapped Joe in his hue to heal and protect him. "He knows nothing and neither do I. Leave before I call the other guardians," the small bald man hissed.

The Guardian by Useless-girl

Needless to say, Matt's eyes widened again as the story Corey and Paolo have been telling about his "friends" using him just got validated right in front of his eyes. That made bitter anger grip him hard, but knew the prince was right. And in his current state Matt would be the weakest link among them – if we don't count Joe, of course. So he just hoped that Paolo would solve this situation somehow. And if he did, Matt promised himself while dropping the idea of leaving that he was going to give him something.

Said bald man, although short, oozed more confidence and anger than any of the other three half-breeds. It was painfully obvious just how much stronger he was than the intruders and also his threat about the other guardians seemed to work too. Of course it was a bluff delivered with a straight face, but the assholes couldn't know that since like Paolo, other guardians could hide their presence too.

"Kevin, come on, man! Let it go. We have to leave..." the third angel-breed said, already heading towards the exit.

"This... isn't over!" Kevin pointed his index-finger at Paolo then nodded to his other man and hurried off, making everyone exhale relieved.

Paolo just hissed after them and kept healing Joe. He felt the others in the wardrobe but did not signal them until he was sure the 'good angels' were really gone.

"Come out. We have to leave at once," he said low but knew the others could hear him. And not to draw attention, he shifted back and helped Joe to their car.

"Come on quick. Brent and Paolo will pack and follow us. We talk," Corey said to Matt and opened the door making the force field vanish.

For a change, Matt didn't protest or said anything, just followed Corey. He was still on guard, ready to use every means necessary to fight the fuckers off, whom he once called his "family". He remembered that night clear as day when he first met them. He remembered how frightened he was to go to that club, but he was desperate and was his only option if he didn't want to get into an orphanage. Now his brain was overwriting every memory with this new information as he had hard proof of the truth about them.

Many things started to suddenly click in Matt's mind and it made him dizzy. Probably his empty stomach wasn't helping either on that so he felt grateful that he could plop down onto the van's front seat while Corey got behind the wheel.

"I'm bonded to you because we are both part cherubs... and you're more angel than demon as you're the first son of Lucifer..." he said, the glowing of his eyes ebbing down as he was focusing on Corey.

"Yes," Corey said starting the engine and driving away at once.

"It's still not how you should've learned about it but you broke the memory training yourself. So it's good at least in that. If I or the others told you anything against that blocking spell, you would have gone away and would’ve fought us. Never would have believed us and you would’ve started fading away. Like when we met, the bond clicked. And part of you that's been blocked awoke. But your true powers and self never could. That's why you were fading... They put spells on you and used you to catch me. I asked you why so many times because I wanted to see if you knew... And I didn't say anything or let the others do so to keep you alive... And you really scared me with starting to fade after all and wanting to leave me…" Corey said in almost one breath. "I'm sorry. You're probably dizzy… Will get a headache too. There are pills and vodka behind your seat…"

"Headache and dizziness are already here..." Matt chuckled a bit hysterically as he blindly reached behind his seat and found those. Popping some pills he washed them down with a good amount of vodka.

"Wait... what? Those were spells that made me start to fade? All along... I thought it was because I freed you and fell from God's grace... Oh right... I remember now... they taught me such a thing would happen if I helped a demon or did something bad.... well, bad according to them. Those fuckers really messed me up, haven't they?" he chuckled again and took another swig before offering it to Corey.

"If there are more active spells on me, I want them gone. Whatever it'll take. I always wanted to simply see clearly. I was pissed at you because you couldn't tell me anything, really and kept coming with this 'you need to figure it out yourself'. Now it makes sense. I had to break through the blocks... with the help of our bond. Fuck.... Fucking shit! Those bastards!" he puffed and drank some more then let the pills and booze work a bit.

Corey just nodded a few times and refused the drink. He could use some... but he wanted to be the sober one for the driving and keeping Matt safe.

"I don't know how many there are. I wish the block was weaker and you really could break them with our bond…" Corey said looking at Matt.

The romantic lover really showed on him in that moment. Yeah he wished... that their bond and his love would move mountains... or help Matt. But it didn't happen that way… "You can get your powers awakened by a ceremony… But that will trigger the cherub. You know what they turn into, I guess…"

Matt sighed, scratching the label on the bottle he was still holding. "I'm sorry. I know now how hard and difficult this must have been for you... And I appreciate all your help and love and caring," Matt said, finally meeting Corey's eyes. "I'm sorry I'm such a disappointment and not whom you'd really deserve. You're awesome, Corey. I already knew that, but now see it even clearer... You did so much for me and suffered without me really knowing it or the whole picture... And poor Paolo. I was so awful to him too.... Fuck..." he grunted and took another swig from the bottle, shielding his eyes from the piercing light of the cars in the opposite lane.

"Yeah... yeah I know. A half-angel, half-demon creature, a fallen one with dark flames and no master. There's a reason lower angels and demons and even half-breeds fear them," he chuckled shaking his head a bit in disbelief. "What's that ceremony? And how would this affect our bond?"

"You didn't know and was in great danger. I'm not disappointed in you... Maybe in myself. Or just blame those who put such a strong block on you. And yes... you're Japanese... Let's say a Ronin angel," Corey laughed and slowly reached out to touch Matt's knee, even if he was afraid not knowing if he was allowed or not...

"That ceremony needs demon shamans and my blood. You will be more demonic and as we are bonded we both change. And merge together even more. But now we rest in that motel and eat and wait for the others. Okay?"

"Okay... let's just agree to blame those fuckers instead of each other or ourselves," Matt chuckled a bit, closing the bottle and putting it back behind the seat just to afterwards slide his hand onto Corey's which was touching his knee. After everything that small gesture felt amazing to Matt.

"A Ronin, huh? A fallen samurai without a master..." he smiled to himself, remembering how Corey called him his samurai angel before. For now he didn't comment on the ceremony, but started thinking about it as his dizziness and headache were finally easing up. "Yeah... rest and food sounds good. Haven't eaten all day," he hummed, caressing Corey's hand.

"You know..." he said after a moment of silence, feeling his being already feeding on Corey through their touch "I didn't want to leave you or die, I was just... scared and confused and pissed... and jealous. The rest you can read in your notebook once we arrived," he closed his confession with some heavy blushing as he stared ahead.

Corey just smiled with a similar blush and stopped the van. He leaned to Matt and kissed the cute lips slow and sensual.

"You don't need to be jealous of anyone. I’m yours, my Ronin angel," he whispered and slid his hand to Matt's nape, caressing the soft curls. "I want you like crazy all the time... Just I couldn't... Not until you had so many blocks in you and didn't know what you are. I would never risk your life to my… lust... Do you... still want me... like I was with Paolo?"

Smiling softly after that amazing kiss, Matt looked Corey deep in the eye from close. "I was only jealous because I didn't know why you couldn't be with me like you were with Paolo. But now I understand... and yes, I still want that. Still want you. So much..." he whispered onto the plump lips, opening up their connection a bit to let Corey feel he was telling the truth.

Then he slid his slender hand onto the side of Corey's face and this time it was Matt who kissed him in the same sensual manner.

"But first food and some rest while we wait for the others. I go check us in while you get our stuff..." he said before pulling back and getting out of the van, hoping that Corey wasn't going to forget about his notebook half-filled with Matt's new lyrics and note about his love confession and how sorry he was about everything.

And with that he disappeared behind the door where the reception desk was to get the keys for the two rooms they had reserved for them.

Corey looked long after Matt. He felt the same way as he was many decades ago... When he was a kid and had his initiation to the true demon life. As a high lord and adult demon. It was basically an orgy after fighting and killing some enemies thrown into the ceremonial pit. The shamans awoke his powers and they… celebrated... He knew the script for it and been trained for it. Was told about sex and things also... It was still an anxious experience.

And then... he felt just like that. Like before his first time… This angel was still the one he picked up on the road and mated with many times... But Matt also was different by then. More himself and all the suppressed hunger was boiling inside the demon like the Hell Fire in his veins.

With a sigh he looked back, seeing the notebook. And thought he was going to wait for the others and started reading the lyrics and thoughts of Matt.

***

After getting the keys and ordering plenty of food into their rooms, Matt could feel that Corey was still outside and had some heavy thoughts... and lust, so he decided to give him some time and privacy.

He was still a bit dizzy but now more from the vodka and the events of the day. At least his head didn't want to split anymore as he entered their room, opening some windows too. He stood there in the middle of the room, staring in front of him as his mind kept trying to process it all.

He was the son of a powerful cherub and a human. Now he understood much more about his years with those half-breeds and also the months he's been with Corey and his friends. But... there were more pressing matters now than to let him think everything over.

Turning towards the door when he saw the headlights of a car sweep across the room, he stepped to the window, peeking out. The others have arrived too and were met by Corey outside. Matt smiled a bit under his nose, watching those guys fondly. They were his family now. And with that nice thought he pulled the curtains together, waiting for them to get in.

"I brought the heroes," Corey announced as they stepped in. He was proud of his small self-gathered family. They all did very well once again.

"You kept us safe many times before, my lord. Of course we stand up for you and Matt honey, I care about you so much too. I'm very glad you know more now," Paolo said as he went and hugged Matt.

Corey just stood there and looked over the others. "So... We go to the east. Things are more settled for our kind there. And I am… very close to the high lord of that region... So to say," he lowered his eyes from Matt's questioning look and cleared his throat. "Anyway... Matt, I think you made some awesome song lyrics for us, and what you decide about the ceremony will dictate where we go first…"

"Matt honey?" the hugged tall angel-breed chuckled, but hugged Paolo back, even patted his back then looked him in the eye. "I care about you and the others too and I'm sorry I caused so much trouble before – for you too. I'm happy as well, although a bit shocked too, about what I've learned today."

Looking over at Corey he saw Brent help Joe sit down on the double bed. He looked much better but was a bit pale still. Seeing that he was going to be okay, he turned his attention back to his speaking pair. Finally he was going to be involved more in the plans and it made some weight fall off his shoulders.

Matt knew that it was stupid for him to feel that pang of jealousy or rather suspicion when Corey mentioned that other lord, because they were a pair, so he quickly stomped down that feeling, not wanting to ruin anything. Not tonight. Tonight he felt light-headed and happy that things came to light and he didn't have to leave. And also hoped that what Corey read in the notebook made him happy too... And he wasn't thinking about the song lyrics that he seemed to like.

"In the light of tonight's events, I'm glad to hear that we go somewhere safer. And now that I know more about myself... I only have one question about the ceremony: will it make me stop feeding on your powers? Because tonight it became clear that we all have to be as strong as possible to stay alive and be able to protect each other."

"Yes, you would have your powers fully awoken and you won't need to feed on me... Just if you want to for... other reasons..." Corey said with a blush.

"Oh come on..." Paolo laughed rolling his eyes. "Come, my boys. Let them fuck already ’cause I'm afraid we will catch on fire from all the flames in the room."

"Winged pig..." Corey mumbled turning even redder but chuckled as the others left them alone. Biting his lip, he looked at his pair. Shifting to his demon form he took off his jacket and shirt. "So... what do you say?"

Frankly, Matt didn't even notice or cared when the others left. He got his answer and couldn't be happier about it. He'll finally stop from being an energy vampire and the danger of fading away would be gone forever...

As his hungry eyes drank in every detail of Corey's naked upper-body and face, Matt shrugged out of his leather-jacket and pulled his tee over his head too. His slender fingers moved down to open his pants too, muscles jumping in his fully marked two arms.

"Now... you'll fuck me hard. Then we'll head to the shamans. Because I want you to turn me into a half-demon too..."

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