When I finally got home, he was so deep in sleep that I couldn't even wake him up with the smell of food. I made a good meal. ((I'm not a master, chef but my cooking skills are fair.)) And set it next to the bed where I set him. I let him stay in my king sized luxury bed and sat in a soft recliner on the other side of the room. He looked so peacefull and adorable laying there in a deep slumber. I smiled(which probably turned out to be a more a grimace, I have troub;e smiling) when he turned over cutely. Then something struck me.
"I could use him!" I sat up and stared at his lithe frame. "This would kill the angels, they'd get me for sure! I'd be breaking three rules in one. He's an angel which is obvious, he's an eye child which makes it even more illegal, and he's a boy! They'd banish me in an instant if they saw this. It's one thing to have a lover, but to have a gay lover..." I smirked. I had decided it was a great plan! "The greates part is, you'd only be using him, He would think it's love. So, in the eyes of the angels, I'll be seen as even more cruel for not even bothering to care about the boy's life I was condeming by having a relationship with him. I'll be removed from Heaven for sure." This was the best ticket out of here.
"This will work perfectly. Now all I need to do is get him to fall in love with me." I softly shook him awake. "Hey kid...Kid...wake up..."
His eyes fluttered open and he jumped at the site of me. "Where am I?!" He looked around at my room like he had been taken to another planet.
"It's my apartment, now eat something, you look starved." I handed him the still piping hot plate of food to which he looked at wide eyed and pushed away.
"No! I don't want your pity! To you I'm only a homeless kid. You think your doing any favors? Your not." He got up and brushed himself off. "Now if you don't mind I'm going back to my bench."
I laughed and grabbed his wrist before he could get out of the room. "Whoa there hot shot, you're not going anywhere without some food, new clothes, and a good nights rest got that?" I pushed him back onto the bed and handed him the tray. "Eat as much as you can, then go to the closet and pick out something to wear and find a towel, you're going to take a bath too. Then meet me in the bathroom over there and we'll get you cleaned up got it?" I stood up and looked down at him. He glared up at me and stuffed a fork full of pasta into his mouth. I smiled and left the room.
He came into the bathroom with two towels and one of my button up shirts and tight jeans. ((Which would be baggy on him.)) I had the bath already done for him. He glared at me and huffed. "are you leaving?"
"Nope." I smiled and he started to take off his rags for clothes. I stared at him. I could see his ribs and they were like twigs. I felt as though I could snap them if I just took his tiny figure into my arms. He got in and layed there for a moment getting used to the water.
After a few minutes when I thought he'd gotten used to it I picked up a bucket of warm water and dumped it over his head. He jumped and sputtered. "What was that for!?" He yelled at me through wet, black, strands of hair and I laughed at his face. He didn't look very threatening when his face was beet red and his hair was drooped in his face.
I began to scrub soap in his hair. "I'm washing it for you." By the time I was done he had a big white soapy afro on his head and was grumbling something about imbeciles with a black fetish. "Alright, lets rinse it. Close your eyes." I took another bucket and poured it over his head and what I saw astounded me. "Silver!? You have strands of silver in your hair?" I ran a hand through it and coughed. "It was that dirty? I saw nothing before this." The dirt must have been caked in, because his hair had vibrant silver strands. It shown beautifully in the bathroom light and sparkled like waves.
"So what? I'm homeless. I can't exactly afford to go to bath house every day." He sighed and was about to get out when I pushed him back in. "What!?"
I chuckled. "Your seeming to forget the rest of your body, babe," I said, trying my best to be coy and sultry. It's not like I was great at these relationship things. Other beings mean nothing to me. He glared at me and pushed me away. "I can do it myself!" He took the sponge from my hand and started to scrub his arms. I snatched it back. "You need a good wash, not an in-and-out job, now come here." I dragged him over to me, as he whined in protest and refused to get out of the water. "Come on kid!" I pulled him out and looked at his inner thighs. They were bruised and now that I noticed, he had whip marks on his back. I stood up and held his forearms so he'd stop struggling. "Where did you get those bruises and scars?" I gave him a stern look meaning: "don't lie to me I can see right through it." If he had gotten those scars from corrupt angels, well, then I had a case to present to God when he would surely ask me why I, Lucifel, a chosen one, had turned on him. This boy was proving to be even more than I had hoped for. Not only was he my ticket out of here, but was also great evidence against those angel bastards. He was useful in every which way. I had made a good choice in taking him and keeping him. He would provide me with everything I needed.
He began to cry and he fell into my arms. "Don't let them touch me again! Please! please!" I cocked my head at the sight of this small, frail, broken boy crying his eyes out in my arms.
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