Part 2

  Liam grinned wickedly as he wrapped his fingers around Raphael’s cock, stroking it slowly at first — teasing, savouring the feel of him. Then, with a single fluid motion, he leaned down and took the head into his mouth.

  Warmth. Wetness. Pressure.

  Raphael gasped, his hips jerking involuntarily.

  Liam sucked eagerly, inch by inch, until more and more of Raphael’s length slid past his lips — until he was swallowing him whole, just like Raphael had done to him earlier. His throat worked around the shaft, muscles rexing with practiced ease.

  – It’s so nice... – Raphael breathed, barely able to form words.

  – Mmmm... – Liam hummed around him, the vibrations sending shivers up Raphael’s spine and through his entire body. He could feel himself hitting the back of Liam’s throat with every thrust, every movement drawing him closer to the edge.

  Liam pulled back just slightly, panting, his lips slick.

  – You like this?

  Then, without waiting for an answer, he took Raphael in again — deeper this time, his throat adjusting effortlessly.

  – Yes. Don’t stop, please... – Raphael gasped, clutching at the sheets.

  – Not fucking pnning on it – Liam mumbled around him.

  One hand massaged Raphael’s balls in slow, delicious circles, while the other stroked the remaining length that couldn’t quite fit into his mouth. His head bobbed faster now, up and down with increasing urgency, his mouth and throat working in perfect, hungry rhythm.

  Raphael’s legs began to tremble beneath him.

  Waves of pleasure crashed through his body — sharp, electric, relentless. He couldn’t speak. Could barely breathe. Liam could feel it too: the way Raphael’s cock pulsed harder against his tongue, the mounting pressure, the desperate tension in his thighs.

  Liam didn’t slow down. His mouth moved faster, more intense. His eyes locked on Raphael’s, pupils blown wide, lust etched into every line of his face.

  – Mmmmph... – he moaned, the sound buzzing around Raphael’s shaft like a spell. It pushed him dangerously close to the edge.

  And then — just as his climax approached — Raphael felt it. Something strange. A sensation on his back, almost like pressure building beneath the skin. But it was distant, drowned in the overwhelming pleasure Liam was delivering.

  He couldn’t focus on it.

  All he knew was that he was right there, right at the peak — and then the world shattered.

  A massive wave of pleasure surged through him, unlike anything he had ever known. His vision blurred. His breath caught. And with it came a sharp, sudden pain in his back — piercing, radiant, alive.

  – What the hell?? W... wi... wings?!? – Raphael choked out, his eyes darting to the mirror.

  Liam was still working his cock, mouth buried deep as Raphael came, hard. Thick, hot streams of cum spilled down Liam’s throat, and he swallowed greedily, not wasting a drop.

  But Raphael could barely process the orgasm — because in the mirror, he saw them.

  He stared at the reflection, breath frozen in his throat. Two massive wings. White. Real. Trembling slightly with every heartbeat.

  This can’t be happening.

  What the fuck is this? What does it mean?

  His chest tightened, overwhelmed by a swirl of disbelief and awe. He felt like his skin didn’t quite fit anymore — like something ancient had pushed its way out from within.

  Is this who I’ve been all along? Or am I becoming something else?

  – What the hell? LIAM?! – he cried out, chest heaving, body still shaking.

  Liam pulled off with a loud gulp, licking his lips, dazed. Then he followed Raphael’s gaze, and froze.

  His eyes widened, mouth falling open.

  – Holy shit... – he whispered, scrambling backward on the bed. – Did I... did I just make you sprout fucking wings?

  – YEAH – Raphael snapped, still staring at himself, at the impossible.

  – Fucking hell, that’s insane! – Liam excimed, staring openly at the wings. – I’ve never heard of a blowjob causing something like that before. You’re... you’re a fucking angel now or something?

  Raphael’s voice was quiet, uncertain.

  – I told you. I don’t know who I am. But I think we can eliminate the possibility of “ordinary human.”

  Liam ughed nervously, running a shaky hand through his messy red hair. He looked stunned — but fascinated.

  – No kidding. You’re definitely not ordinary. But what are you then? Some kind of celestial being? A fallen angel? A...

  He trailed off, his expression shifting.

  – A Nephilim? – he asked, voice barely above a whisper. – Half-angel, half-human? That would expin the wings.

  He reached out slowly, almost reverently, brushing his fingers along one of the feathers. It twitched at his touch.

  – You feel different too – he murmured. – Like you’re vibrating with divine energy...

  Raphael blinked, still trying to steady his breathing.

  – Do you have wings too?

  Liam shook his head, a quiet chuckle escaping his lips.

  – No wings here – he said, spreading his arms with a small shrug. – Just a gifted tongue, apparently powerful enough to make you sprout wings.

  His grin was pyful, but there was something deeper beneath it — a flicker of awe, almost reverent, softening the curve of his mouth. His gaze drifted to Raphael’s wings, still half-unfurled behind him, the feathers catching the moonlight like pale fire.

  – Crazy, huh?

  Raphael let out a nervous ugh — short, breathy, uncertain. The weight of the wings on his back was real, but his mind hadn’t caught up yet. He could still feel the echo of Liam’s mouth on him, the blood in his body still humming, and now this. Wings.

  Liam ughed with him, the sound bright and grounding.

  – I mean, it's not every day you turn someone into an angel with your mouth – he quipped, shaking his head. Then he leaned in and kissed Raphael softly — no rush, no heat, just closeness. His lips lingered, and when he pulled back, his hands didn’t. They wandered gently over Raphael’s body, fingers brushing his shoulders, sliding down to trace the curve where wings met flesh. He touched them like they were sacred. Like Raphael might disappear if he wasn’t careful.

  – I don't think I'm an angel or nephilim – Raphael murmured, still watching Liam's expression. – But let's test it. How do you know if you're a nephilim, besides the parent thing you said?

  Liam’s eyes focused again, thoughtful now. He pulled back just enough to speak clearly, his fingers still brushing along Raphael’s side.

  – Good point. There are a few signs to look out for. For example... nephilim are usually incredibly strong and fast, with enhanced senses. They also have a natural affinity for magic, and are resistant to many forms of harm.

  – Ok. What else?

  Liam’s hand drummed absently against Raphael’s chest, the touch light but present.

  – Nephilim also have a unique life span. We age much slower than humans — centuries, sometimes more. And... our blood glows faintly under moonlight.

  He gnced at the window, where silver-blue light spilled across the sheets like mist.

  – It glows... hmm... I think the moon’s already shining. We could test that.

  Liam’s expression lit up. He pushed the curtain aside, letting in a flood of moonlight. The room shifted instantly, bathed in cool silver tones.

  – Perfect – he said softly.

  Taking Raphael’s hand gently, he pricked his thumb with a pin, then held it up to the window. They leaned in together, breath held — waiting.

  And then Liam’s eyes widened, his mouth parting in stunned silence.

  – What? – Raphael asked, heartbeat spiking again.

  – Your blood... it’s glowing – Liam whispered, barely audible. His fingers turned Raphael’s hand this way and that, mesmerized by the faint blue light radiating from the single drop. – Holy shit, you're definitely a nephilim. Your blood glows in the moonlight.

  – Show me yours?

  Liam blinked, then smiled with that same crooked grin as before. He pricked his own thumb and held it up next to Raphael’s. The glow was softer — silver, like starlight dancing on water.

  – See? Nephilim blood – he confirmed, brushing his glowing thumb lightly over Raphael’s veins. – We match.

  But then he paused, brow furrowing.

  – I wouldn't say so – Raphael murmured, studying the difference. – Both glow, but... it’s a different colour.

  He tilted his head, a line forming between his brows.

  – Does any other species have glowing blood?

  Liam nodded slowly, still tracing the pale blue veins along Raphael’s wrist.

  – There are a few others. Vampires have blood that glows red in moonlight. And some magical creatures... their blood glows depending on their abilities. Colour can mean a lot.

  Raphael looked down again at the shimmer in his skin — not red, not silver. Blue. Deep and vibrant, like something cold and endless.

  – Ok. So mine is blue. I wonder what it means... – he whispered, more to himself than to Liam.

  He stared for a moment longer, the light from the moon mixing with the glow of his veins. The wings behind him shifted again, rustling faintly.

  Then he spoke again.

  – First... do you know someone with wings?

  Liam’s eyes flicked back to the wings on Raphael’s back, his face still full of wonder.

  – I don’t know anyone personally – he said. – But I’ve heard stories. About angels and nephilim hybrids who had them.

  He looked up at Raphael, a small smile tugging at his lips.

  – You’re something else.

  Raphael exhaled slowly.

  – Hmmmm... I wonder if I could retract them or hide somehow...

  The wings twitched slightly, as if responding to the thought.

  – You know, most wings, when they're not in use, typically fold neatly against the back. Sometimes they can even partially disappear into your skin – Liam expined, his voice calm and thoughtful as his fingers gently traced along the edges of Raphael’s wings. – But controlling them can take practice. Have you tried mentally willing them to disappear?

  – No. Good idea – Raphael murmured.

  Liam’s hands came to rest lightly on his shoulder bdes, his touch grounding, gentle.

  – Start by focusing on the base of your wings, where they meet your back – he instructed softly. – Imagine them folding in on themselves, becoming one with your back. With practice, it should become second nature.

  His voice was low, encouraging, as though he was guiding something sacred.

  Raphael closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. He focused inward — on the strange new presence sprouting from his back. He imagined the wings folding inward, dissolving into him, becoming part of him again. He pictured stillness. Emptiness.

  When he opened his eyes and turned toward the mirror, they were gone.

  Liam blinked, his hands still resting on Raphael’s bare skin.

  – Wow, you did it! – he breathed, genuinely impressed. – That was fast! Most nephilim take weeks to master that.

  – I told you I’m definitely NOT nephilim – Raphael muttered, his voice shaking slightly. – Sorry... my body’s still trembling. And my tongue...

  Liam’s expression shifted instantly, concern overtaking his face.

  – Whoa, easy there – he said, stepping closer to catch him before he could sway. – You're having a reaction, aren't you? To the transformation?

  – Maybe. Or maybe it’s still the reaction to what you did to me – Raphael said with a lopsided grin.

  Liam flushed at the remark, but didn’t let go. Instead, he pulled him gently into his arms, holding him tight against his chest.

  – Maybe both – he murmured near Raphael’s ear, the heat of his breath making him shiver. – But right now, I need to take care of you.

  – Ok. But... it happened so fast. I don't know what came into me...I know who came – he added with a grin. – But let’s not jump to conclusions. I’m still very much confused. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not compining. I don’t regret anything.

  Liam nodded slowly, one hand stroking Raphael’s back, the other wrapped securely around his waist.

  – I know. No pressure, no expectations. I just want to make sure you're okay.

  He guided Raphael back to the bed, easing him down with care, adjusting the covers like a quiet promise.

  – I hope you’re not mad at me – Raphael said, more vulnerable than he meant to sound.

  Liam’s expression softened. He climbed onto the bed beside him, pulling him into his arms again.

  – Mad at you? – he echoed. – Why would I be mad at you?

  He pressed a tender kiss to Raphael’s temple.

  – You didn’t do anything wrong.

  His fingers slipped into Raphael’s hair, stroking slowly, grounding him.

  – I just don’t want you to feel used – Raphael added quietly.

  Liam shook his head, pulling him closer still.

  – You didn’t use me – he said gently. – I wanted it. Every second of it. Just as much as you did.

  He kissed Raphael again, this time on the lips — slow, sincere, his palm warm against his cheek.

  – I’m here for you. Whatever you need.

  – Ok – Raphael whispered.

  Liam smiled at his answer, not letting go. After a beat, he pulled back enough to meet Raphael’s eyes.

  – You know, for a nephilim who’s supposedly bad at emotions, you’re doing pretty well – he teased, smirking slightly.

  – Maybe because I’m not nephilim – Raphael shot back with a mischievous grin.

  Liam rolled his eyes but ughed softly.

  – Yeah, yeah – he said. – Whatever you are, you're definitely not bad at kissing.

  – You’re not bad yourself either – Raphael replied with a wink.

  Liam chuckled, the blush returning to his cheeks.

  – Careful – he murmured. – You keep talking like that and I might start thinking you actually like me.

  His fingers brushed zily along Raphael’s hip as he pulled him closer again.

  – Who knows? – Raphael teased. – But now it stays the secret of the universe – said sending Liam a remote kiss.

  Liam ughed, low and warm, shaking his head.

  – Of course it does – he said, smirking. – Because if anyone found out that the great big bad angel actually had a soft spot for a little hybrid like me...

  – Thank you very much – Raphael interrupted, snorting. – I don’t want to overuse your kindness, but... could you help me find Kael?I promised him we’ll talk about those prophecies he mentioned.

  Liam blinked, and his expression shifted — from pyful to focused.

  – Of course. I’ll help you find Kael – he said, disentangling himself gently from their embrace. He stood, stretching slightly, then extended a hand. – Those prophecies must be important if they’ve got a nephilim rattled.

  – Not Nephilim, not angel. Please stop calling me that – Raphael said firmly. – I know you’d like me to be the same species as you, but I’m not.

  Liam paused, then gave a small nod, his eyes soft.

  – Right. Not Nephilim, not angel – he said, his fingers curling around Raphael’s as he helped him up. – Old habits die hard. I’ll try to remember.

  Raphael gave him a gentle kiss with a little smile.

  Liam’s smile mirrored his — gentle, warm, protective. He led Raphael to the door, pausing only to gnce back once before opening it and guiding him quietly out into the hallway.

  As their footsteps echoed softly in the corridor, Liam gnced over, curiosity lighting his expression.

  – Sooo... these prophecies Kael mentioned... they’re the real deal, huh?