-Sorry Sorry Sorry. I know, I took forever and a day :(

Yonekuni POV

Damn it. Yonekuni thought, looking at the woman he'd just had sex with; he meant 'sex' very loosely since he hadn't been able to reach orgasm even once with the female. She had had so many orgasms that she was exhausted, lying pliantly across the bed while Yonekuni tried not to voice how pissed off he was as he dressed. How long has it been? Yonekuni wondered to himself, leaving the woman to sleep while he went home. It felt like it had been months since the male had had a satisfying sexual experience...not months, two weeks, and the last time was...instantly at seeing his new neighbor the answer came to him, my dream with him. It had been the last of those delusional dreams, which Yonekuni hadn't had for two weeks. The same night that Shiro had refused a one-night-stand with him. Karma, dream Shiro had abandoned him the day after real Shiro had denied him.

"Good morning, Madarame." Shiro said softly with a wave. Freaking karma. Totally not fair. Yonekuni waved back, unable to find the words to return the greeting because he was so pissed that this male before him was looking more delectable by the day!

"Fuck." He muttered, slamming his front door closed as he entered his home. Sexual frustration was definitely his kryptonite, it was ruining his whole life.

"You still have yet to abandon your foul language I see." Yonekuni froze at the sound of a whimsical voice, it was so familiar...He turned, the arch-angel. "Madarame Yonekuni of the fallen, how's life?" The arch-angel was supposed to be the epitome of subtly and grace, and yet the bastard was sitting on the blond's kitchen counter with a mysterious smile.

"Since you're here, I'm guessing you know the answer to that question." The fallen crossed his arms as he glared and wondered if the arch-angel was responsible for those dreams that he had had and was now missing. Now that he thought about it, something else was missing too...but he couldn't quite put his finger on it...

"Problems?" The arch-angel inquired, not losing that little smile.

"You know damn well I'm having problems, or else you wouldn't be here!" Yonekuni practically snarled, pointing accusingly at the arch-angel, "Why did you make me fall in love with another man?! WHY?" Wait...love? Did I seriously just say love? Horror dawned, he was...in love? No! No freaking way!

The arch-angel actually giggled. Giggled. The blond didn't share his amusement. "Silly fallen. I can no more make you fall in love than I can alter the weather patterns that He chooses."

"Then you gave me those damn dreams and made me all confused." Confusion, not love, definitely not love.

The arch-angel tsk-ed, "I can't do that either, your dreams and imagination are only your own." Yonekuni could only shake his head, there is no way in hell that I'd dream of taking a man! "Even with truth in your own bed and heart, you still can't see it? How blind you are, fallen." The arch-angel's tone had turned sad, "Seems Shiro has looked over you and in the end fallen for nothing."

"Oh shu- Wait." Yonekuni gaped, staring at the arch-angel, "What do you mean by that? Shiro's an-?" Oh Lord. ...The puppy, the night I got the puppy was the same night that dream Shiro had appeared. But if Shiro had been an angel overseeing me in puppy form then that meant that the puppy was dream Shiro. But then the puppy had disappeared, so had dream Shiro while real Shiro had arrived. Which meant... oh my fucking g- Dream Shiro is real Shiro! "No way." Yonekuni's mind went blank, not sure what to believe, "You-" He's gone! The arch-angel was gone before the blond could demand some answers from him.

Yonekuni paced, but found himself more and more frustrated as his mind went into overdrive. Might as well just go to the source. With that, he marched over to his neighbor's home, knocking loudly. The instant that Shiro opened the door, all that the blond could say was, "Did you enjoy fucking with me this entire time?!"

"P-pardon?" Shiro frowned.

Yonekuni shoved the brunette back into the apartment, slamming the door shut as he advanced on the other male, "The dreams that weren't really dreams! I know now so quit with the dumb-act!" The blond jabbed his fingers into Shiro's chest, "Answer the fucking question. Did you enjoy fucking with me? Was it amusing?!"

Shiro winced, giving Yonekuni this decisively helpless look, "I wasn't...I mean, I didn't intend..."

"Didn't intend what? To not just mind-fuck me, but actually fuck me too? No wait, I bet you enjoyed that part the most!" Yonekuni snapped, pushing into Shiro's space more and more.

Shiro bit his lip, his eyes tearing up, "I just- I'm sorry, I fell for you." Fell for? "In the end fallen for nothing". "I'm sorry, I love you." Tonight seemed to be a night full of realizations. Shiro fell from heaven... that's what the arch-angel said... The blond could not believe the angel had fallen by choice, fell for me? Yonekuni suddenly froze, not sure what to do now. It was a lot to take in, and his chest was starting to ache like a bitch. "I'm sorry," Shiro dropped to the bed, hiding his tear-streaked face with his hands as he started to cry softly, "I won't-I'll leave..." Whoa whoa whoa!... The blond was having trouble thinking, all he could hear was 'leave' repeated over and over in his mind in the same broken tone that Shiro was continually saying sorry in.

"You love me?!" Yonekuni was incredulous, he was an absolute asshole to men, so it was surely not possible for a man to actually fall in love with him right?! Especially fall in love so devotedly that he'd chose the fallen over heaven, right?! Flashes of fragmented images came to mind: A gentle caress, 'What a sound, I've never heard something so beautiful' said with adoration, hot kisses accepted eagerly, that almost-scream, 'Shiro'. He must've said the name aloud, because the brunette looked up at him with confusion.

"Madarame?" Oh god, what the fuck is wrong with me?! Yonekuni wondered as Shiro glanced at him with the same look as a beaten puppy that just made the fallen's breath hitch in pain.

"Don't look at me like that! You did this! You! You..." You made me fall for you too... "Shit." Though only he had heard his thoughts, Yonekuni couldn't stand it. He gripped Shiro's throat, forcing himself to meet those brown eyes, and feeling his grip falter. OH MY GOD... I really am...Oh no...

"Madarame?" The brunette repeated, his eyes strangely not alarmed by how he was being handled, they merely looked...hurt, alone. The fallen steeled his grip on the angel's throat, surprised still to see no resistance, not that it was necessary... Yonekuni was merely ensuring Shiro couldn't escape the kiss that the blond desperately needed. Still no fighting, though Shiro had gone stiff with contact, "Wha-what are y-mmph." There was no way that Yonekuni was going to answer that obvious question what am I doing? He couldn't even answer it to himself right now.

"Shut up." The fallen commanded, pushing the brunette down flat on the bed and climbing on top of him, stealing his lips, "I'm testing something." He tastes right. He tastes PERFECT. Yonekuni wasn't sure if he should question his sanity because he was kissing a man so heatedly, or because he was already hard from just kisses, "Good God." The blond murmured to himself breathlessly, panting already and resisting every urge he had to rub his erection against the male's body underneath him.

He couldn't resist, he gripped under one of Shiro's thighs to keep the angel immobile as he slowly rutted against the brunette, "Yone...kuni..." Delighting in the whispered moan of his name.

"Don't say no, don't deny me this time." Yonekuni demanded, biting back a groan as Shiro deliciously moved to match his movements.

"I'm yours." The angel said instantly in a still broken tone with a sad smile, "I love you, I'm sorry." A tear escaped, the pain that it could possibly hold was unfathomable to Yonekuni, but he finally understood.

"Don't cry. Have more confidence in yourself." The fallen whispered, brushing away the tear, I think I love you too. Were the words he instantly knew to be true but he couldn't voice. He forced himself to slow down, soften even, make love, not just fuck. It was a mix of frustration as he caged the nearly unbearable desire and satisfaction because eventually he knew he'd be sated.
He watched in fascination of how Shiro reacted to him, the way he arched under Yonekuni's hands and cried out for more. So erotic. The fallen couldn't think of a single thing that could compare. The desire uncoiled inside, refusing to be contained, as Shiro undulated, opened for him in a way that Yonekuni could hardly describe and absolutely could not deny.
The blond had thought, at first, that he might be disgusted just as seeing another male naked underneath him, but reality was the opposite. Shiro was gorgeous. His pink nipples hard, tight...his skin flushed and touched with sweat...his member erect, a throbbing indication of the angel's own desires for the fallen above him. Using his dreams (which were apparently unbelievable reality) as a guideline on how to make love to a man, Yonekuni duplicated each action as they came to mind.
He toyed with Shiro's tight buds, fondling them with his fingers, giving light pinches, and eventually letting his tongue come out to play with them. The brunette moaned loudly, his sex arching up proudly, already dripping precum. Yonekuni gripped the angel's shaft, surprised that the simple touch instantly made the brunette come and let out that almost-screaming noise. Oh that sound! it was like a thunderclap of fire that rattled the fallen to his core.
"I can't wait..." Yonekuni murmured, "I want to be inside." Using Shiro's cum to make it easier, the blond shoved two of his fingers inside just to ensure it was possible. It is. Shiro was clearly very tight, but he was ready to be filled. In hand, Yonekuni could feel his member pulsating as rapidly as his heart. He lined himself to the other male's entrance, giving a glance to Shiro to see if he would be stopped.

The angel rolled his hips forward, penetrating himself and letting out a cry of bliss, "More." Yonekuni obeyed, leaning all the way over Shiro with his hands on either side of the brunette's chest, and sinking ball's deep into Shiro's body. "Yonekuni!" The angel cried out, gripping the blonde's shoulders. The fallen let out a groan himself so tight. With great restraint, Yonekuni started to slowly thrust in and out of the accommodating body underneath him, propelled to speed up by each moan and every twitch of the muscles around his erection.
Perfect. He'd never felt this way while having sex, maybe because this time he really was making love, there was peace to his heart, a desire for more, more of not just Shiro's body that he was currently taking, but more of the angel himself. Yonekuni wanted Shiro's glistening brown eyes to look only at him, the brunette's words to be only for him, the other male's entirety to be his.

Oh God! I really am in love... The fallen had once thought that being captured by love would surely make him panic, but it didn't. It's Shiro. It was because he knew that the brunette writhing beneath him was his only option, his only real heaven. And that's just perfect.

"Yonekuni!" The blond was already getting close to orgasm, but was instantly pushed over the edge when Shiro wrapped his legs around Yonekuni, locking his ankles together and clamping down on the hard erection inside him. The fallen groaned as he came, jacking hard while the angel also climaxed again. Shiro panted, starting to unravel from around the blond.

Yonekuni gripped one of Shiro's thighs, keeping the brunette from lowering his legs, "More." The blond demanded when Shiro gave him a questioning gaze, "I want more. I want you." As if to enforce the statement, the fallen plunged himself deep. Shiro threw back his head as a moan sang free. I love his voice. Yonekuni thought, tightening his grip slightly on the brunette's thigh, guiding it back up, wanting to feel the angel hooked around him once more. It hardly took a breath before Shiro was back in sync with the fallen, wrapping his legs back around, and riding the waves of ecstasy as Yonekuni started a blistering tempo of thrusts.
He smothered Shiro's moans with kisses, planning to make up for the last two weeks. It'd probably take all day and night, not that it bothered Yonekuni- he had found his new heaven and wanted to enjoy every minuet of it.
Lord, may you hear my thanks for unblinding me to the truth that had lain in my own bed...and in my heart. Amen.

The end

Author's note: Really sorry for taking so long and sorry that this kind of sucks. :-/