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When we arrived at our house, I left Dean upstairs, and I went with Scott to the basement.

— Your first task will be to break a concrete wall.—I show him.—But by magic, not by hands.—

— Ugh... Destroy the wall?—Scott drawled.— I hope I won't have to fly...—

— Will have a lot...I smiled.— Believe me, it will be fun...—

Seeing the continuing bewilderment, I stand next to him and show him.

— Thumbs up, line. Then with the second hand across, as if you were drawing a cross.—

Scott smiled again when he got it right.He has such a radiant and open smile. It disarms...

— Great...—I say, trying not to start smiling from his smile either.— The next exercise ...—

***

When the next morning came, our angel was already sleeping peacefully.

— Ugh, my fingers hurt!—I sat down on the couch next to Dean.— Aren't you bored here?—

Damn it, how I want to touch him!

 — I try not to sleep. All sorts of abominations start to get into my head,— Dean smiled.—but then pull them out very difficult...—

— And what, do nasty things stick to the gulls so much?—I ask.

— Just disastrous...—When he lowers his voice to a whisper, he seems even more beautiful to me...

— Well, how is he? Good enough?—Dean asks me.

— Scott is amazing. If everything continues to be like this, then people will finally have a defender...—I moved closer to him.

— People are not very good, are you sure they should be protected at all?— Dean felt my stroking on his arm and closed his eyes.

I turned to him and ran my hands through his jet-black hair. Shiny black hair rolls between my fingers.

— What are you doing?—Dean smiles.

— Have you been told that you are incredibly handsome?—I whispered in his ear.

— I don't think it's worth it.— Dean suddenly pushed me away.—You don't have to break the rules... Especially with me...—

— And why? Why can't we just be together?—I ask.

— Eh... I do not know how to tell you this more clearly... Well, answer me, can a predator and its prey have an affair? In normal life, I would definitely kill you...—

Some TV program is droning monotonously.Dean fell asleep on my lap. I slowly stroked his hair, occasionally kissing his temple.

How quickly... How quickly my emotions for him blossom...

***

Five hours later, I was probably woken up by cheerful tunes.

My hearing, after all, is very clear, and the TV was no longer working...

Scott was standing at the stove and cooking something. He looked pleased and detached at the same time.

I already guessed that kunya is his element.

— Are you awake already?— I go out to the kitchen from the living room.

— How will I fall asleep after such news! I've made a kind of brunch here, will you join me?—he smiled.

— Yes, of course, I will be very glad.—I say.

I myself have cooked an omelet with mushrooms once in my life, but it has never been so delicious.

— You probably know a lot about it.—I say, trying not to openly show that I enjoy every bite.

— Well, yes, I'm the chef. I know my business very well.—Scott smiled.

— Oh, so you're a cook? It's very interesting!—I bulged my eyes.

I've never been interested in people, but now I like two!

Well, and they're not really people...

Scott looks like a bright and sunny day, and Dean is an incomparably beautiful night from which you can't take your eyes off ...

She lures with black velvet and white marble...

Scott was telling some jokes from work, and I was laughing when Dean appeared on the doorstep with his usual noiselessness.

He was cold and his face seemed to be white at all.

— Dean, will you sit down with us for a snack?—I asked gull.

— No, I've already eaten. And don't go into the basement. There are too many bones, you can't get through there without bumping into one of them...—

I felt my heart warm from the smile of those pale lips.

Maybe I love Dean, but I just like Scott... Or do I love the two of them?

How should I know about it, I've never loved!

I sincerely would like to stop feeling all this...

— What are we going to do today?—Scott sent the towel flying.

The white microfiber flies through the air and reaches the table.

— We have a lot to do today. If we're lucky, maybe we'll even start the basics of flying. Sometimes I feel very sad that I

I can't fly myself... —suddenly I blurted out.

— Do you want to fly?—Scott asked.

— Well... I don't really know what I want. I still can't decide on it. I've never thought about my desires. We are limited in this regard.— I opened the bag that I threw in the kitchen yesterday without looking.— Hah! Toys! Let's see what's here and for whom...—

On a large bag with long laces there was a sign of a shield and a square made of swords - we have such an Ultima sign. It's like a cross for mortals for us.

— Scott, this is for you.—I hand him the bag.

Scott's eyes lit up strangely when he looked at the sword lying there.

— Do I have to wear this?— he asked.

— You put it on and it will merge with you. She and you will be one. But no one can hurt you. I thought I wouldn't find a day when someone would wear it.—I said.

There are a lot of amulets, some of them I know very well, and some I don't know at all ...

***

Scott rented a car and we went to the forest.

After all, it was necessary to find a very large and deserted place.

It is impossible for someone to see the flight ...

— Am I really going to fly?—Scott suddenly said aloud.

The interior of the car was filled with clouds of cigarette smoke.

Loud breathing could be heard, inhaling and exhaling combined with how the pace of driving changes.

Scott pressed the gas pedal and now the car was rushing down the road.

— Uh... Scott, this is my first time in the car, think about it!—I said loudly.

— At least a little and let the energy roll out!— again, a frightening unhealthy gleam appeared in his sky-blue eyes.

Scott braked sharply at the very edge of the ravine.

— If we leave the car here... somewhere here, and then we'll go there... There's a good place there... And where is your monastery?—Scott asked suddenly.

— Through the portal-doors I got in three minutes from Sacramento, where there is a passage to our world, to New York. It's just so really hot in Sacramento. But not so beautiful...—I said.

— Everywhere is beautiful...—Scott said suddenly.— You just need to be able to look. Here I am... For some reason, I'm always happy when I come here. It's more hectic in New York, but it's not so fake. I live in Las Vegas, so I know everything about fakes...—

— You fly, and I'll visit the farm.—Dean interjects into the conversation.

— Will you leave?—I ask.

It became a little scary - suddenly, after all, he wanted to escape?

— Haha, I'll play on the phone!—Dean laughed.— I fell in love with it in prison...—

Scott and I stepped aside.

I love watching the angels take off for the first time, this sight is so beautiful that it's impossible to tear your eyes away.

— What should I do?—Scott suddenly asked a question.

— Spread your arms and look at the sky. Imagine your wings as best you can. You have to see them clearly and that's when they will appear. You'll feel it...—

Scott closed his eyes. Sparks of energy glittered behind his shoulders, trying to gather into something.

— Not so bright!—Dean grimaced, looking up from the phone for a second.

The feathers rustled. Scott's wings opened to the loud "fanfare" of his feathers.

— Great!—I smiled.

— Now it remains to fly... And not to fall...—Dean chuckled, tapping his finger on the smartphone screen.

— Dean!—Scott and I exclaimed at the same time.

***

Scott called several numbers and extended his vacation - he had to do it because of the feathers constantly falling from his back and still he could not take off.

The wings themselves were removed after three days.

— Does your back hurt?—I ask.

— No...— Scott doesn't look up - he's already making meringues for the third time this week.

It seems to me that this is how he takes out either anger or nerves.

— Are you sure? Your white T-shirt is covered in blood again. And a bed all in feathers.— I go over and pat him on the shoulder.

There are a lot of strange things about Scott: narrow shoulders and a rather defenseless appearance, fullness and musculature combined in my understanding is attractive.

— Ow!!—Scott grimaced. I saw his eyelashes flutter.— Now it hurts...—

— I don't like your male perseverance. If my back hurts, I would say. This should not be ignored, because these are not human diseases for you. You 're not a human anymore . — I stroke his back, press a little between his shoulder blades.— Does it hurt here?—

— Ah... yes...—Scott answers hoarsely.— But press again. So the wings itch...—

— Now... Come on, lie down on the sofa...—I tugged on his arm.

— I don't think it's really necessary... Ahhh!— Scott's skin is cracking in one place. Patterns of blood bloom on the white fabric of the T-shirt.

— Wings really need a job... They feel bad without work...— taking off his shirt, I stroke the guy on the back.

In the place where the wings come out, it was around him that the bloody cracks spread out.

I press lightly with my fingers and start massaging in circular movements. This work itself does not give me pleasure, I also feel very sorry for Scott, his groans from pain heat up the space around.

 — Ouch!—Dean, who hadn't entered the room yet, took a step back.—You should have warned me...—

— Do you find something unpleasant in massage?—I asked.

— No, I can't stand angels even in clothes...—Dean took a piece of raw meat out of the bag and put it in his mouth.— We need to start training soon... Rahiel wrote to my pager, he's waiting...—

— Do we have a lot of time to prepare Scott?—I ask.

— Whoooo, eternity. A lot of time. Five days...—

It seemed to me that his eyes were sad, but I decided it was better not to go into details...