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Like God’s Breath 2

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Like God’s Breath 2

Anthony slept upon his throne of bones.  His failure to rest for one day in seven exhausted his inner fire.  His earlier tryst with Loki expedited his burnout.  Loki returned to this scene on silent feathers.  One excruciating week passed since Loki met the fallen angel, one week since God called Loki back to His light in a Heaven where Anthony could not follow.  The tension in the joints of Loki's long alabaster legs cringed as he crept on the balls of his feet toward the macabre throne.  The gait of his creeping waltz resembled the motility of a silent white spider.  He muted his inner light, which yearned to glow in his excitement.  He told himself he could not let this opportunity pass.  He rested one knee on the arm of the throne and reached for Anthony's face.  Loki swallowed his own elation and pressed the tips of his fingers against Anthony's serene eyelids with a featherlight touch.  Loki took from Anthony his light, his memory.  Loki's lips twisted in a wicked grin as he stole millennia of Anthony's combat experience.  The grin dropped to a curious open mouthed stare as he took Anthony's dreams, his fantasies, his vulnerabilities from his mind.  Goosebumps appeared on Loki's porcelain flesh, his stare morphed into a look of awe as he re-lived his own sexual encounters through Anthony's eyes.  Loki saw himself, saw the look of ecstasy on his own innocent face, felt himself basking in his own light, in his own song.  Loki shuddered at his own beauty, and fell like Narcissus into the allure of his own reflection.  He felt what Anthony felt, and loved Anthony all the more for the depths at which that love sank.  He felt the wrenching sense of loss as he watched himself fly away from Anthony, called back to God by God's Word.  Loki felt the despair left in the wake of his absence just as Anthony felt it.  The knowledge that Loki's absence left Anthony in a deeper pain than his own fall from God shocked Loki.   Anthony's sexual focus bled into Loki's light and aroused him.  Loki pried.  Loki relived the past week as Anthony.  He raised dullahans as a distraction to his suffering, between bouts of deficient masturbation and failed attempts at self-love and self-appreciation.  Loki witnessed everything Anthony imagined doing to Loki, and everything he'd imagined Loki doing to him.  Loki witnessed everything Anthony did to the dullahans, everything Anthony made the dullahans do to him, and everything Anthony did to himself, to entertain these fantasies.  The visions stimulated him.  Loki disregarded the precum pooled at the head of his cock, until Anthony twitched and the light went dark.  Loki lifted his fingertips, hovered them over Anthony's eyelids.  The eyelids flicked open, the brown iris grew as the pupil contracted in focus on a spot on Anthony's leg.  Loki's own eyes darted down to his cock; he realized his dribble of precum fell atop Anthony's lap and roused him.  Loki felt hot, strong hands on his hips, for just an instant, as Anthony threw the angel off of him and rose in  preparation for combat.   Loki landed on his feet with his body bladed towards the older angel.  Anthony launched himself from his throne at Loki.  Recognition lit Anthony's face mid jump, chased away the fog of exhausted sleep-induced confusion.  Loki caught Anthony with a graceful flip.  Their bodies somersaulted over each other in the air.  Loki controlled the fall, landed on his feet; only his feet landed atop the bottoms of Anthony's wings, ground the majestic feathers into the floor.  Loki stood over Anthony with a wide stance, then squatted down to pin Anthony's arms atop his wings.  Anthony's sleep-deprived face posed a dozen questions at once.  Why are you here, what are you doing back here, how did you get out of Heaven, does God know you're missing, don't you know not to wake me up, what were you doing in my head, and how much do you know, asked the angel's face. “Let go,” Anthony said. The words compelled Loki, who released the grip in his hands with a grunt. “Surrender,” Loki ordered. Anthony struggled against the binding Word.    “I won't hurt you,” Loki crooned, “calm and gentle, now.” Anthony sank limp into the floor with a huff.  His arms remained outstretched in compulsory surrender.  Loki gently placed his hands at Anthony's graying temples and smiled. “I don't like this smile,” Anthony said to Loki in The Light, “this is different, what have you done?” “I've fallen,” Loki said. “What, how, oh!” “Wrap your legs around me,” Loki interrupted Anthony's thoughts. Anthony looked up at him but did not move.  A fearful sadness painted Anthony's face, as if he were on the brink of profuse apology.  His lips quivered. “What did you see?” Anthony asked. Loki grinned down at Anthony. “Wrap your legs around me,” Loki requested again. “Take back your order to surrender,” Anthony asked. “Promise me you won't keep fighting,” Loki asked of him in The Light. “I was half-asleep, kid, I don't wake up to angels without expecting a fight,” Anthony apologized. “I release you from The Word that bound you,” Loki said aloud. Loki caught Anthony's hands on the way to his throat.  He looked at Anthony with a total lack of surprise. “You promised,” Loki said flatly. “You took my light, didn't you?  What did you see?  Please tell me,” Anthony said. Loki, flatfooted atop Anthony's wings, dropped his shoulders towards Anthony's chest.  Loki's wings dipped beneath Anthony's legs.  The crooks of his wings hooked the undersides of Anthony's knees, and Loki drew Anthony's legs apart beneath him.  Anthony's calves draped over the white wings, nestled in soft down, as Loki lifted Anthony's legs to hold them aloft around him.  Loki caressed Anthony's caught wrists with his long thumbs and stood.  His wings supported Anthony's legs, brought Anthony's hips  off the ground.  Anthony felt his ass slide into Loki's lap.  Loki held Anthony's hands, interlaced their fingers palm to palm. “Oh, you saw this one,” Anthony whimpered. “Shh,” Loki said aloud. “Yes, I saw this one,” Loki said in The Light, “and I needed to see how beautiful you are while we do it.” Anthony drank the compliment with the same addicted greed as a sober alcoholic would a shot of whiskey.  He looked to Loki, ravenous for the rest of that bottle. “I'm warning you, flattery will get you everywhere with me,” Anthony said. Loki smirked, clenched his fists around Anthony's hands.  His light seeped into Anthony through his fingertips.  Loki bent forward, lifted his wings, bent Anthony.  Loki caught Anthony's ankles with the alulae of his wings.  Anthony pushed back against Loki's palms in support.  They settled into a position in which Anthony's weight rested on the back of his neck and shoulders alone, his back in the air, his spine aligned along the length of Loki's long legs.  The insides of Anthony's pinned wings lifted and twisted between Loki's knees.  Anthony's feathers felt like velvet beneath the soles of Loki's feet.  Loki released Anthony's hands.  Anthony's arms returned to their position of submission at his sides, stretched out, pushing pressure into the floor to better take his weight.  Loki drug his palms along Anthony's abs.  Loki's wings controlled Anthony's legs.  Loki bent his lover until Anthony's own cock hung towards his neck, and Loki's cock hung against the seam of flesh between Anthony's legs. “I wanna make you come first so we can watch you,” Loki said. “We? What do you-” Loki reflected Anthony's memory back into him.  He led Anthony to experience the narcissism he felt in watching himself through Anthony's eyes. “No, n-n-n-n-no, you're corrupt enough already, if you proceed to put your self-worth above His- Oh, that's, that's very nice, but no, Kid, listen, He won't just banish you, He'll destroy you,” said Anthony. “He'll have to catch me first,” whispered Loki. “Idolatry is pretty easy to spot, Loki,” Anthony said. “Loki?” Loki huffed, “not calling me 'kid' anymore, I see.” Anthony nudged his ankles apart, and Loki adjusted his wings to hold Anthony's legs open in the manner that Anthony's body language suggested.  Loki showed Anthony the memory of those stolen fantasies that made him drip.  Loki drew his finger over the errant line of precum that woke Anthony.  Loki swabbed the dribble from the front of his leg where it still remained.  Anthony experienced Loki's extreme arousal at the theft of these memories he returned.  Loki reached down, under Anthony's cock, to catch the unavoidable trickle of precum before it reached Anthony's throat.  He rubbed the slick gel back onto the head of Anthony's cock.  Anthony felt wetness build beneath his balls where Loki rutted between his legs.  Loki collected this wetness as well and added it to Anthony's shaft. “That's nasty, but I like it,” Anthony said. “Whatever makes you come is what I like,” Loki crooned, “you should see yourself.” Loki reflected Anthony's light back into him.  Anthony saw himself, felt himself, from Loki's perspective.  Anthony felt Loki's love for him as if it were Anthony's own love for himself.  Through Loki's eyes, Anthony was stunning. “Oh no, Kid,” Anthony groaned, “you've got me painted wrong.” Anthony felt Loki's hand stroke his cock in a too-perfect rhythm, a too-perfect pressure.  Anthony realized that Loki had watched him masturbate, experienced Anthony's masturbation when his light was stolen.  Anthony realized that Loki had taken excellent notes.  Anthony's back arched, his toes curled in the air.  Anthony felt hungry for himself, as Loki made him watch his own cut abs crush together from Loki's vantage.  Loki made Anthony watch his cock stroked through the lens of Loki's own blue irises.  Loki made him watch his own handsome face, his own tanned broad shoulders and biceps tense, bulge, and roll as he pressed himself towards Loki.  Loki reflected Anthony's being back into Anthony.  Loki made him bask in his own light. “No, I'm not that beautiful, I'm not,” he said. One of Loki's eyebrows lifted without the other. “But you are,” Loki said, “you're the brightest star in the night sky, you're the most beautiful angel He ever created.” Anthony held back.  He tried not to come as he watched his own chest heave, his own feathers squirm at his sides under Loki's long, bare feet.  His whimpers formed a feedback loop, as hearing each of his own whimpers elicited a louder whimper and a longer shudder. “This is a line I haven't crossed,” Anthony gasped, “it's His first, most unbreakable unforgivable command, I haven't broken it.” “And what command is that,” Loki asked. “You will have no other gods before Me,” Anthony answered.   Loki's pink lips cracked wide.  He let Anthony watch himself say 'you will have no other gods before me.'  Loki twisted the context of Anthony's words.  As Anthony commanded himself to not have any other gods before “Me,” Anthony truly commanded himself to not have any other gods before Anthony, Himself.  He squirmed beneath Loki.  Loki caught his own arousal as it dripped into his free hand.   “I intend to see you bask in your own glory,” Loki whispered. “I really think that should be my own decision,” Anthony said. “There's not much I would force upon you, not much I would make you do,” Loki said in the light, “but if I have the power to make you love yourself, I will not hesitate to take that decision out of your hands.” Loki massaged Anthony with both hands.  Anthony's toes curled, gripped tufts of velvet feathers. “Sing,” Loki said, “praise yourself, come to light for yourself, see your own light and bask in it.” “I want to see you,” Anthony said. “You'll see all you want of me,” Loki said, “after you come first.” Anthony viewed himself through the lens of Loki's experience, and saw that his light was a paragon.  Faced with this vision of himself, Anthony admitted his self-appraisal of himself to himself.  In that appraisal, he found himself to be as immeasurably beautiful as he was valuable.  He felt forced to admit that God had thrown away something priceless when He cast Anthony out of Heaven.  Anthony never wanted to admit that God made a mistake when He cast Anthony down; Anthony desired only to make amends and be forgiven, himself.  Until this moment, Anthony thought he had forgiven God.  Loki made Anthony realize that it would be improper to offer forgiveness to God.  Anthony's newfound love for himself manifested as a rage against God who made and harmed him.  Anthony's rage at God's mistake manifested as an incinerating light.  Loki whispered into him through the light. “I want you to come first,” whispered Loki, “I want you to put yourself first, love yourself enough to come first for once.  I've seen you put yourself second all throughout the memories of your light.  You, in every moment of your existence, put yourself second, when you, Anthony, were first, always.  You were brightest, you were what God first wanted, His first breath, His first wish was for you.  First.  You're first.  Put yourself first.” Anthony kicked into Loki's feathers. “Fuck 'em.  No, fuck Him.  I hate Him,” Anthony said. “Then, love you,” Loki said, “love yourself, look at you, look what you'd steal from Him if you loved yourself how I love you.  Take it for yourself.” “Okay,” Anthony uttered. Anthony locked eyes with himself.  The incinerating light cast from Anthony's body poured back onto him.  His lightwaves cycled into a feedback loop.  The buildup of energy grew exponentially.  The particles sped faster and faster with each moment, until reality ripped within Anthony's irises to form singularities, controlled black holes in which his own light could never escape once sucked inside.  The singularities in Anthony's eyes drew Anthony's own love and energy within, compressed inward for eternity.

Loki watched the edge of Anthony's irises bend light back into themselves, watched light spiral into his eyes.  Loki steadied himself against the sudden gravity of Anthony's eyes.  Loki stared in shock, dizzy, as he realized each pupil contained its own hell, a hell both infinitely hot, and endlessly dark.  The black holes captured Anthony's light and unwound God's will, unmade what God created.  What God exhaled into existence, the singularities inhaled until nonexistence.   All the light and love that Anthony ever radiated, he now drew back to himself to absorb.  He sucked his own existence out of space and time, sucked himself out of God's very own mouth.  Singularity crashed against singularity to create its own exhalation.

Anthony devolved into plasma, so dense that atoms could not form, so shrunken into the dark that it ceased to exist, yet so strong that light could not escape.  He returned to the darkness from which He was formed, before God separated the darkness from the light.  Anthony recreated himself, how He Himself wanted to be.  Anthony chose not to change.  He chose to be everything God wanted Him to be, except for God's own.  Anthony separated His light from the darkness, Himself.  He evolved from darkness into black plasma.  From black plasma, he spread out, exploded outward until His Light flew free.  He filled Himself out into Loki’s welcoming grasp, filled Himself into the exact same position as the destroyed Anthony occupied as he exited existence, and began His new existence in Loki’s embrace. Anthony shone as bright as the day God made Him.  And Anthony decided to shine brighter, as a gift to Himself, to outdo what God had done.  He basked in His own brilliance, and put himself aside. “Alright, kid,” Anthony called to Loki, “I want to see you.” “W-what happened?” “I stopped existing for a moment,” explained Anthony, “these are brand new eyes, and I want your light to be the first thing they've ever seen.” Anthony's light forced through Loki's reflective vision of Anthony's body to reveal Loki's beautiful face.  Loki's face shimmered with uncontained light.  Loki suspired audibly, overcome with the sweetness of Anthony's words.  His pink lip trembled as he held an intent gaze on Anthony.   Anthony looked between his spread legs, up at Loki's face.   “I can't wait to do that to you.  I can't wait for you to feel exactly how I feel, right now,” Anthony growled. “First, you,” Loki insisted. Loki watched Anthony's eyes trail down Loki's neck, his chest, his torso.  Anthony's eyes lingered at the vision of their cocks. “Can I get that inside me?” requested Anthony. “But you haven't c-” Loki protested. “I'll get there in seconds, I just wanted to see you,” Anthony said, “I needed to see this, it's all I'd need to push me over the edge.” Anthony showed Loki his own face.  Anthony wanted Loki to know what it felt like to look at himself through the lens of Anthony's self-absorbed black iris.  He smiled at how innocent he looked to Anthony's eyes. “You have me painted wrong,” Loki said. Anthony let the vision fade back into a vision of himself, on the edge of orgasm, basking in his own light.  He felt Loki push inside him. “Don't let go, Loki,” Anthony said. “God's Word could not pull me from this,” Loki said in The Word. And those were the first Words that Anthony’s new ears ever heard.  Through Loki's reflected light, Anthony could still see himself even when he closed his eyes.  Loki ensured that Anthony knew how beautiful he looked with his eyes screwed shut and his head thrown back in ecstasy.  The music in Anthony's light reduced to a desperate, broken roar, and Loki could not miss the opportunity to show Anthony how irresistible the song of Anthony's frenzied light could feel. “Ooh, I wish you to bask in this,” Loki crooned in The Word. He howled.  Light itself howled with Him.  He rained down on himself in spurts, drenched his stomach.  Cum swished into the furrow between his pecs and split to run through the fluting beneath his collarbones.   Loki paused, held Anthony's cock between both hands and gingerly pressed the last drops from it with the lengths of his thumbs.  Loki held Anthony the way Anthony would have held himself.  Loki panted, broke into a sweat of soft bluish flames.  Anthony enjoyed his brief recovery, his cock lovingly cradled while Loki's throbbed and twitched inside him.  Anthony smiled at his own afterglow, then pushed the artificial image of himself away to focus on the star-kissed alabaster skin of his lover.  Loki's smooth face twisted in feigned disregard to his distress, so much so that a crease appeared in his otherwise smooth forehead.  Every cum-slicked muscle in Anthony's torso worked as the two panted.  The spectacle tightened lust's wrenching grip on Loki's body.  Urgency darkened the creases in his forehead.  Anthony flexed his calves to pull his ass upward in suggestion.  The bones near his tailbone cracked a bit with the motion, and he grunted.  He swirled his hips in the air, careful to keep Loki inside him as he worked the kink from his spine.  Loki dropped Anthony's cock and grasped Anthony's squirming legs with a huff. “I know you like what you see, so why hesitate?” Anthony asked. “First,” Loki said, “We're putting you first, we do what pleases you.” Anthony commanded him with The Word.   “You're aching.  Do it.” These were the first words that Anthony said aloud in his new form, since mastering himself.  They were as powerful an influence in the universe as God's First Words.  Even without The Word, Loki could never have resisted the compulsion Anthony's request stirred with him, and so the sweet snap of Loki's hips against the airborne ass rang out as Loki slaked his lust upon it.

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