Third pov

  "Thane. What the hell are you two doing?" Janos demanded to know. It was until Yao pulled away to trail kisses down the angel's neck, had Janos seen Thane's tears.

   Janos's face softened as he watched tears fall down his lover's cheeks.

  Thane used his angelic strength to push Yao away. Thane dropped to his knees on the floor as tears continued to roll.

  "I'm sorry, Janos. You see me as a cheater now, and I'm sorry. I didn't want this." Thane cried as he disappeared to his old incarnation's house.

   Warning.

  He wiped his tears away numbly as he walked to his bathroom. He dug around in the sink cabinet until he found what he had longed for so long for: his shiny, silver blade.

   "It's been too long, old friend." Thane whispered as he stripped himself of his white suit. He laid the suit in his bedroom, then picked back up the razor blade.

   He stared at himself in its shiny reflection. An unbearable burst of emotions swept over Thane. He dragged the sharp side lightly over his skin, not quite enough to pierce it.

   He heard footsteps running around the house- a scared Janos.

   Thane applied pressure and dragged the sharp metal over his bare thighs once. Twice. Three times. Over and over until he couldn't even tell what skin was and wasn't slit.

   Janos barreled in the room. He fell to the floor beside Thane, his fangs out. However, Janos wasn't going to drink from Thane.

    Warning over!

   Janos bit his wrist, but noticed the wounds had already begun to heal up by themselves. By being an angel, Thane's physical wounds healed much more quickly than a human's.

  "Thane, why would you do this again? You were clean for so long." Janos teared up. He held Thane close to himself until the prior woke up.

   "Heh, I can't even kill myself anymore. Any harm I cause myself heals up immediately. How wonderful." Thane sneered and sat up. He washed off his legs and turned back to his vampire lover.

   "Just do it, Janos. Bite me, drain me dry. It won't kill me, nothing will anymore." Thane spoke dryly. He sat down beside Janos and opened his neck to the vampire.

   "Drinking from the neck is intimate, Thanie. I- I might mark you instead of just drinking and I don't know if you're ready for that yet—"

  "I'm ready, Janos. I want you to make me yours, Mark me." Thane pressed. He leaned his mostly bare form closer to Janos. Janos looked away from Thane.

   "You aren't in your right mind, Thane. Stop this." Janos spoke, holding himself back from plunging his fangs deep into Thane's throat. He swallowed and closed his eyes.

  "I am in my right mind. Maybe if you mark me I'll be happier. It's supposed to be a good thing, right?" Thane asked. Janos blushed darkly.

   "Thane, marking has to be done during sex..." Janos mumbled softly, his head lowered. Thane nodded.

   "I know. Mark me as yours, Janos. I'm ready." Thane smiled sweetly. He sat himself on Janos's lap provocatively. He wrapped his arms around Janos's maroon suit-clad shoulders.

   "Thane, not yet. I don't want our first to be after you tried to kill yourself over a kiss. Why were you two kissing in the first place?" Janos asked sadly.

   "Am I not good enough for you, Thanie? I try to be the best I can be for you, but is it still not enough? I proposed!" Janos exclaimed, his eyes misty.

  "Yeah, and then you turned around and drained who I thought was my best friend! I suffered after that with nightmares I still have nightly! I know you try to be the best for me, but I'm not worth it! I just cheated on you and you're still trying to save me?" Thane began.

   "I didn't intend for Yao to kiss me, but he did. He was sad over Sam loving another guy, so he kissed me! I'm sorry, Janos." Thane cried hard. He leaned his face on Janos's shoulder and sobbed. Janos rubbed Thane's bare back soothingly, calmingly.

  "I know sorry doesn't cut it for kissing another guy—" Janos cut Thane off with a kiss. He tenderly kissed the angel with care.

   "Thane, I don't blame you for it whatsoever. Thank you for telling me the truth."

  "Don't kiss me, I'm dirty! I'm a disgusting cheater, Janos!" Thane wailed, his fists weakly clenching Janos's suit jacket. His wings fanned out behind him.

   "Thane Light, shut your mouth, now. Not another word about that kiss, or I'll kiss you again. What happened, happened, let's leave it at that." Janos scolded the angel. He gently pets Thane's soft wings, stopping when he heard a quiet moan.

   "Janos." Thane said breathlessly. He dropped his head onto Janos's shoulder. He breathed out shakily.

   "My wings are very sensitive." Thane spoke. Janos took his hand off of Thane's wing, only to hear Thane whine.

  "I'm sorry, I didn't know you'd react to your wings being pet." Janos spoke hurriedly. Thane nodded his head.

   "Look what you've done to me!" Thane whined and shifted uncomfortably. Janos smirked and led him to the bedroom.

    Yao sighed as he drank his second beer. He felt dejected and remorseful as he looked back on the day's event. He took a drink and threw the empty can away.

   "What am I going to do..." he asked the air. He received no response.