"Yes. We have to fly, my alpha and master, before the world ends."

Angel never cared about power. Never. Yet power always gravitated around him in one way or another, mostly lately when he experienced how three of the five existing alpha powers felt. Unsurprisingly he didn't like any. It didn't gave him any thrill being able to kill people easier. When he drained Rodrigo of water or when he leaped in the air for the first time he understood it to some extent but never really liked it.

Happiness in life looked different to him. It looked like running, eating good food, dancing, watching movies he liked and really good sex... with Michael.

The violet moon looked and felt menacing. Despite everything, despite his sadness, he didn't want the world to end quite now.

He didn't feel like having the ability to fly himself and Kiril over the Atlantic. And when it came to wielding power, Kiril was undoubtedly much better at it and had a lot more experience.

He watched him inhale sharply and clenching his fits when the power seeped into him. Angel smirked. Out of all people it likely never occured to him that he would be the one to make him Lycan King.

Then again he didn't even know I existed a few months ago.

Angel wondered briefly if he made the right choice after all. He could have given his powers to Samira in some way. But likely they would have engaged in some huge fight with many collateral victims. Samira would hate him for this. He knew it. But then again he might have just dropped the two of them into the Atlantic while the world was ending in violet moonlight.

Angel didn't even notice that Kiril was in front of him untill his arms coiled around his waist. He didn't have time to ask what he was doing until they were in the air and it became obvious.

His ears were buzzing; they were traveling much faster than the speed of sound and Kiril's body was pressed tightly against his.

There was a lot of concern and violet light but there was also the fact that Kiril was technically hugging him really tight. It felt kind of really good.

So close. If he dipped his head he could run his lips along his neck. He could do that. If the world was ending, did it matter?

They were flying for quite some time and he didn't say a word. Angel felt on his breathing, his heartbeat and the stiffness of his muscles how tense and concerned he was.

"She didn't die. Relax."

Kiril finally looked down at him and smirked a bit. It was an empty gesture.

"If she were dead the whole word would know it. I know, I just can't help it. Damn mate bond."

It made sense for his character to be irritated by feelings forced upon him.

"What would you do if she weren't your mate? Would you kill her for power? Would you desire her for power? Would you prefer it to be different than it is?"

"No. Would you have preferred Michael to not have existed?"

"It's not the same."

"It's exactly the same. It's something that is altering your nature but it is still part of who you are after all. It's a different you than some time ago but still you. Besides..." Kiril smiled the most ambiguous smile Angel ever saw. "As strange as it is... I wouldn't change a thing."

"You are... Jesus!" Angel felt suddenly very weak and dizzy. "I think I have motion sickness."

"Jesus? I haven't been called that so far."

It was sort of funny. Kiril was actually quite funny when he felt like being but the world was spinning and Angel tilted almost powerless his head to the side to not vomit on Kiril's chest. He managed to smear only the sleeve of his white button down.

He is going to kill me...

"Angel? What the... Angel you look very pale and the collar shines very bright. Angel talk to me."

"I don't feel so well. I think I need to lay down."

"Well we are still in the middle of the ocean..."

"Do you think I might die? Is Katharina killing me?"

"No. She is not stupid to do that. But someone might want to kill her. I can relate to that... The sad part is you are still linked to her. Don't fall asleep. Talk to me."

"About?"

"Dunno. Tell me about yourself. Ask me stuff?"

"Oh... I get an ask me anything session with the hot villain before dying. Cool..." Angel tried to smile but it costed him a lot of effort.

It didn't really matter; he would join Michael on the other side. He would tell him how pissed he is. But would he really want to spend eternity in damnation with him after all?

"Angel?"

"Did you ever kiss a boy? No lying." Angel's voice was groggy and heavy.

If he was anyway dying...

Kiril was hesitating. That was interesting.

"I did."

"Oh. Wow. I hoped it but didn't expect it. Did you like it? I am sure he did. Lucky bastard."

Kiril smirked in self irony. It looked good on him, how his lips moved and had that very unique pink tone about them, not very pouty but elegant and almost always mischievous.

"Acquired taste. And I am not sure if he liked it. He was probably confused just as I was."

"This is so cool. I am dying having a real life sex dream. Was he hot?"

"Yeah, I would say he was."

"Cool..." Angel smile...

"Angel if you get hard on me right now, I will drop you."

"If I could it would have happened some time ago." He felt so hot and unfortunately he was aware it was not out of pleasant reasons.

"Angel, don't close your eyes. Angel?"

"Do you think anybody will ever love me again? I just want to love someone and be loved..."

"Sure... You can ask that human doctor out or whatever. There will be plenty of guys lining up, just don't close your eyes."

"Who? David?"

"Do you really think I ever remembered his name?"

"I don't even know if he is gay."

Angel could not make sense of Kiril's expression.

"He is, isn't he? You looked into his head. Of course you looked, else you wouldn't have taken it so lightly that he is around Mila. You are such a jerk... "

"Angel, we almost reached the coast of Spain. Don't faint now."

"I can't breathe. This thing around my neck is chocking me."

The world was spinning and his chest was aching.

"Angel?" Kiril's free hand was on his face and in his hair, pleasantly cold.

"It feels so good. But i still think I am dying. I am and I don't even have last words or someone to say goodbye to."

Kiril didn't say anything. Usually when someone tells you those words you reassure them they are not dying. It was just that... Kiril wasn't really the comforting type or a liar.

"Can you kiss me? I want to have a pleasant memory."

"What? No." Kiril frowned. Angel felt how he lowered his body on the sand somewhere.

"Hold my hand at least..."

"Fuck..."

"What?"

"Your heartbeats are very slow."

"Told you... I am dying. And I am afraid. Please don't tell me I am a pussy. I heard that a lot in life."

To his surprise Kiril actually took his hand and laid his head on his knees.

"You are not a pussy," he whispered and caressed his face. "I think you are really brave."
Kiril kept trouching his face gently. It felt nice. He was being unusually nice. After all, it was not the worst way to go, with the head in the lap of one of the hottest guys you know.

"People use to judge without trying to walk a day in your shoes. You are very brave, Angel," he whispered again and kissed his forehead while his vision faded slowly. Then he felt lips grazing his very lightly and smiled weakly. That should be it, but then a strong wave of energy penetrated his body and he schrieked up.

He could suddenly breath again. The collar had burst and he could breath again.

"What was that?" Kiril raised his head and looked at him circumspect. "The thing is gone. How do you feel?"

"Hmm actually, much better. I don't know what happened but I think I am free." Angel looked up at Kiril that ripped the puke stained sleeve of his shirt off. "maybe I would have appreciated a few more seconds from providence though..."  he whispered to himself.

"Stop it or I am going to hurt you. Stand up. We still have to fly a bit. As mentioned before, if you get hard on me, I drop you."

"You were so nice when you thought I was dying..." mumbled Angel.

Joke or no joke, not getting hard was now a lot more difficult. He had gotten half a kiss from his crush, something that seemed rather impossible.

It only feels like everything is actually possible right now. I will ask David out the fist opportunity that I get. You only live fucking once.

When they landed in Scotland it was in the middle of a battlefield. All wolves were gathered and the pull of the Blood Moon was unmistakable.

"Go find Samira and take care of her."

He didn't need to hear that twice. There was no way in hell he was going to go where all the rabid males went.

Angel ran towards Erik's home and gasped when he found it in ruins.

"What the fuck happened here?"

"You don't wanna know," answered Dasha coming up from among the debris.  "Thanks god, you are here. The three of us were hiding from the mating crazy crowd."

"Three?" Did that mean Katharina wasn't dead after all?

"Yes three," answered Samira and came down from a tall pine tree holding a bundle of something. "Angel, meet your goddaughter Sara."

"Shit. The baby is here? Oh gods, she is beautiful." And she was indeed so. Angel didn't have a lot of feelings towards children but when he saw the little girl he found her unbelievably cute. "We have to get away from here. Kiril is trying to help Mila but it's too dangerous for you to stay here."

"Agreed. We need a new pack house but untill then let's just get somewhere. Mila's crazy calling is tearing at my willpower."

"Yeah, I know..." Even who isn't attracted by females. In Blood Moon nights all the wolves were summoned. And Mila's calling was particularly strong because she didn't know how to control it.

"Dasha, hold on tight," said Angel and lifted her into his arms.

"Damn Angel, you seem more alpha than usual. What happened?"

"My bond with Katharina is broken and...  I am having all in all an exceptional day."

As they were sprinting towards the city, the moon stoped being violet and bared rainbows.

"Maybe you are not the only one having and exceptionally good day... I hope," whispered Dasha.

Samira decided to check into a hotel, a crowded one, known for good security. It was already dawn and neither Kiril nor Mila were with them, but the world didn't end either.

"Do you think you will be safe now? I don't feel any pull anymore," asked Angel.

"Me neither. Why do you ask?"

"There is something I need to do today. But if there are any issues, call me."

"Kay, good luck." Samira smiled. Angel wasn't sure if at him or at Sara but she smiled.

An hour later he was standing in front of the reception of that town hospital.

"How can I help you, sir?" asked the receptionist.

"Is Dr. Cunningham on call today?"

"Dr. Cunningham? What do you want with him? You do know he is ob-gyn, boy? So nothing he can help you with."

"No uh, I... Am a friend."

"Well if you are a friend call him."

"I don't..."

"Have his number? Well that means you aren't really a fried..."

"I suppose..." And I probably come off as a creep.

Angel turned to leave feeling mortified. He had never asked a guy out and the lady was right. David probably hardly remembered who he was.

"Angel? Did something happen to Mila? My shift just ended. Let me get my kit and we can go. I don't want your... friend to tare my door down."

Angel noticed that David had dimples when he smiled and that he remembered very well who he was. It was maybe his lucky day after all.

"Boy why didn't you say you know him? I would have almost sent him away," said the lady smiling at David.

"I do, Ingrid. Angel is my friend."

"Well then give him your number," said the woman and winked.

She actually winked.

"No, I didn't come because of Mila. Mila is well... I hope."

"Then?" David gestures him to walk besides him. They exited to the parking lot. "You know I am ob-gyn."

"Yes, I know. Stop it. I came for you. To talk to you. Because I like you. I don't know much about you but I liked you from the first moment I saw you. And I..."

"You wants us to hang out? That's cool. I can give you my number and we can have a beer. I understand how it is to be new in town and your other friends seem to not be the jolly type..."

"Well yes. That too but more like..." Angel blushed and looked down at his feet. "I don't know if you have a partner and it's totally fine if you do. I don't want to come over as weird. You see... I like guys. Romantically. And I like you... And would love to take you out on a date."

"Oh..." David's mouth popped open. "I uh, Angel, I don't know what to say..."

"Nothing, you don't need to say anything. I knew it was a long shot. But I had a near death experience today and thought yolo."

David exhaled and blew a raspberry.

"Angel, I think you are very nice and really beautiful and very interesting but my life is really complicated at the moment and..."

"I get it," Angel interrupted him and smiled genuinely. "So is mine. I need to do quite some healing too so maybe... Some other time..." Angel understood but it didn't make him feel less disappointed.

"Right. But you know. I never thought you would look at a guy like me."

"Why not?" Angel raised his eyebrows questioning.

"I, uh. Don't seem your type."

"Hmm. And what do you asume is my type?"

"Tall, buff, likely blond, slightly cranky and with a foreign accent?"

Angel couldn't hold a chuckle. "It's funny cause it's true. But so far my type didn't turn out to be good for me so I wanted to go out with someone that gave me good vibes. It was worth a shot. I uh... Will be on my way then. Was nice seeing you... Sorry for the awkward situation."

Angel turned to leave.

"Don't you at least hug your friends?"

"Ah sure." Angel smiled but it didn't reach his eyes. He wrapped his arms around David halfheartedly.

It was strange. David was a few centimeters smaller than him and quite lean. It was the first time hugging a guy that wasn't actually bigger than him. It felt interesting.

When he tilted his head to break the hug,  David put his hands on his face and kissed him gently on the lips. 

"It was a nice hug, he whispered. I quite like hugs..."

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