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Warning: This oneshot mentions SA and sex. If that bothers you please do not read. I'm always here to talk if you need me. Stay safe you guys!

This one shot will take place in a AU where angels and humans live in tandem though angels are a very rare occurrence. Dark angel sightings have been reported though incredibly rare thanks to the pure angels terminations of dark angels when found.

Also, this is a college AU. William and Henry dorm together and both study robotics.

Art is by @fazzruh on TikTok.

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William's PoV -

"William, hurry up. I don't want to be late to class," Henry calls from the other side of our bathroom door.

Shit. I muddle curses under my breath as I fight with my large dark feathered angel wings trying to bind them with bandages so they lay flat across my back and torso allowing me to pass as human. "I'm coming, Henry. I'll be right there," I call to my friend.

Finally, I manage to achieve a flat look. I throw on my tee shirt and check myself out in the mirror. I pass as human. I exit the bathroom to find Henry standing anxiously by the door. He (cutely) fiddles with his book bag's straps. "Yay! Finally, William. What takes you so long in the bathroom? You're as bad as a woman about hogging the bathroom," Henry comments as we exit our dorm and speed walk our way to class.

I keep my dark angel secret hidden from Henry so I can't very well tell him that I fight with my oversized wings each morning. "We always get to class on time. There is nothing to worry about, Henry. I'm just not a morning person so it takes me longer," I reply while trying to calm my anxious friend.

Henry, glances at me as if trying to read my mind. I always feel uncomfortable when he does that but he doesn't say anything as we hurry to find our seats in the lecture hall.

     Class drones on. The instructor talks about basic level robotics which I already know. Henry is very much a nerd when it comes to robotics. Years ago during freshman year, I met Henry in one of our first classes. We quickly became friends and he taught me everything he knows about building robots. Now we're both pretty much experts on the subject even going so far as to build animatronics in our free time.

     Despite already knowing everything that the professor is lecturing on, Henry still seems attentive. He makes notes and stares ahead watching the professor's demonstration. The instructor periodically asks questions. Henry raises his hand each time to answer but a know-it-all white angel who sits in the front of the class always gets picked to answer instead of him.

     It's kinda rare having an angel in class. On campus there's only 5 angels and each one gets treated like a celebrity. I don't know why people love them so much. They're arrogant, they think they know everything, and I hate the special treatment they get. Yet if I were to walk around with my wings out I would be captured and murdered on public display simply for having black wings instead of white.

     Finally, class ends and Henry and I make our way out of the busy lecture hall and onto the sidewalks of campus. "Do you want to get something to eat before our next class, Henry?" I ask.

     "I'm sorry, Will. I already promised the lab that I would help out any chance I got. Our volunteer's wings are starting to molt this week and we need to brush his wings every few hours to collect feather samples." Henry states.

     I absolutely despise Henry's obsession with angels. He's constantly reading books about angels. Now he's even joined a lab that studies pure angels. He constantly talks about the angel, Kyle, that volunteers in their lab. This Kyle is absolutely demanding of Henry and demands that Henry or another lab worker brush his wings every two hours during molt. I've seen the way the two interact. Kyle leads Henry on, constantly flirting with Henry. What Henry doesn't know is that Kyle does that with everyone. He's a total hoe! He uses people for favors or for sex and then leaves them once they're used up. I don't want him to hurt Henry like that.

     "Okay, I understand..." I reply as Henry smiles and speed walks towards the lab.

     Instead of getting breakfast by myself I walk back to our dorm. I'll be alone here for a few hours. I immediately take off my shirt and undo the binding on my wings. The second I loosen the binding my wings fold out to their full extent causing a cramp in my upper back. I growl at the pain. Wings weren't made to be bound and keeping them bound for too long kills my feathers and causes sever cramping.

     I shake them out trying to relieve the ache in my back. Black feathers float to the floor. I remember what Henry said about Kyle being in molt. I hate molting season! My stupid wings just drop more feathers that I have to be careful to pick up and discard to avoid detection. Not to mention the constant itching that only a good preening can satiate. Suddenly, thoughts of Henry and that dumb angel run through my mind. Kyle probably gets turned on by Henry preening him. I hope he doesn't hurt Henry. Jealousy runs through me. Why does Henry have to preen him? He scarcely knows Kyle. It would be nice if Henry would preen me instead.

     As I brush my wings, getting any loose feathers out, my mind wonders. What would it be like if Henry preened me? Henry could brush my wings and preen me just like he does for Kyle. He would be able to get to all the spots I can't reach. He could even reach my oil glands and brush the oil onto my feathers. That would feel nice and would definitely help preserve my wings better. But Henry probably wouldn't like my wings. Not only are they jet black, unlike the pure white angelic wings that Henry seems so obsessed with, but my wings are in pretty bad shape. They constantly have loose feathers and the feathers that aren't loose don't seem to lay right. Too much oil coats my feathers near the oil ducts and not enough coats the rest of my wings. My wings look too big for my body. Overall they're pretty unkept thanks to my inability to properly be preened. Preening is a two person job and I can't reach all the areas by myself. I growl in annoyance as I pick up all the loose feathers I've brushed out. I check the floor to make sure I got each feather that fell lose. I carry them to the toilet and send them down with a flush.

     I stretch my wings. They feel a bit better now. I'll have to find more time to brush them thanks to molting season. I crawl back into my bed. I'm tired. Maybe I'll grab a small nap before Henry gets back. I set my alarm for a half hour before drifting off to sleep.

Henry's PoV -

I feel bad for leaving William. He's my best friend and I love hanging out with him but I've already promised Kyle and the lab that I would be there to help Kyle preen. From what I've read, molting is a very hard time for angels. Their wings constantly itch and flying is especially difficult during molting season. Kyle does need me more than William. It's not like William has to suffer through molt after all.

I find Kyle waiting for me in the lab. He's beautiful as all angels are. He's tall with tan skin. His eyes are emerald green and his blond hair is perfectly styled. He wears a light blue shirt, specifically made for angels, with an opening in the back for their wings. His wings are pure white. His feathers are soft and fluffy, I know that from the pervious times I've helped him preen. His wings are small to mid sized but they look stunning on him. "Hey, Henry," Kyle greets me with his signature grin and a slight seductive purr in his voice.

I always feel flustered around him. Maybe it's because he's an angel or maybe it's because I have a slight crush on him. "Hey, Kyle. How's molt season going for you?" I ask.

"Ugh, it's absolute torture. My wings itch like crazy. How about you get started on them." Kyle complains.

I happily comply and quickly find a suitable brush. I start brushing his feathers. Periodically beautiful pure white loose feathers fall to the ground. Kyle hums and moans in contentment. Listening to these noises excites me. I feel my boxer grow slightly tighter. Kyle leans into me more and wraps his other wing around me. Pulling me closer. I think he knows what this does to me but he doesn't seem to think my reaction is weird. Instead he seems to be coming on to me.

Then I feel a hand grip my ass. Then another hand palms at my growing bulge through my jeans. Agh! I back away out of Kyle's grip.

"Henry, come back here. We're not done yet," Kyle commands.

"I'm sorry. I just got scared. I'm not ready for that yet," I voice my concern.

"Pft... Do you know how many people would love to be with me? I'm an angel for fuck's sake! Don't act like you don't like me! I felt that bulge in your pants. Just get over here and let me fuck you," Kyle yells.

Tears well in my eyes and my heart races. I don't want to be used like that. I quickly drop the brush and run away. I hurry out of the lab and don't stop running till I'm at our dorm. I struggle with the keys, my hands are shaking from the exertion of running and from my anxiety. I find William lying on his bed. It's dark, the lights are out so he must be sleeping. I don't want to wake him but I really need to talk to him. I want him to calm me down and tell me that things will be okay. I quietly walk over to my friend. "William? William. I need your help. Can we talk?"

     It's too dark. I can't see much so I can't tell if he's awake or not. He's such a sound sleeper. "William." I reach out to shake him awake.

     My hand finds something soft and feathered, much like Kyle's wings. Even the thought of Kyle brings tears to my eyes. I need William! "William!" I cry out as I shake the feathered mass under my hands knowing he's under the odd feathered blanket.

      "Agh, Henry! What are you doing home so early!" William jerks away from me.

     I hear him fall out of his bed. Why does he seem so panicked? "I need to go change!" William panics.

William's already running off to the bathroom. With tears in my eyes I quietly walk over to the bathroom door and lean against it. "William... please. I need to talk to you. Kyle... he... he... touched me," I wimped into the door where I know my friend is hiding.

"Hang on, Hen. I'll be right out," William replies through the door.

     Minutes pass and my anxiety only grows. I'm on the verge of panic, I really need William to calm me down. Finally, the door creaks open and William pulls me into a hug. He looks disheveled. His hair is a mess and his cloths are baggy but I don't care. I need him right now. William leads me to our little sofa and sits me down next to him. We're still cuddling each other. "What did that bastard do to you?!" William asks.

"I was preening him and he was making these moans and it turned me on. I guess Kyle saw this and grabbed my ass and palmed me through my jeans. I told him that it scared me but he told me to let him fuck me because he's an angel and everyone wants to be with him." I sob into William's shoulder.

"That bitch. Shhh, Hen. It's okay. You're safe now. I'll protect you. Just don't ever go back to that lab, okay? It's nothing but trouble." William soothes me as he gently rubs my back.

     "Thanks, Will," I sob into his shoulder.

     We sit like that for awhile. I cry while William holds me and tries to calm me down.

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The next morning I wake before William. I get dressed for the day. When I exit the bathroom I usually find William at the table eating toast for breakfast. However, he's not there today. "William?" I call.

... No response.

We're going to be late to class if he doesn't hurry up. I go to our bedroom and find William still asleep. I unapologetically turn on the lights. "Ugh..." William responds to the lights.

I walk over to my friend and pull the blankets off him, "William, we'll be la-... Why are there so many black feathers in your bed?" I ask.

William quickly sobers up at that question. His whole bed and the floor around it is littered with black feathers both tiny and large. That can't be from a blanket or pillow. There's too many.

William hurries to stand. "It's nothing, Hen. I just... it came from my pillow. I better get ready or we'll be late to class."

William tries to power walk away but I grab his shirt as he's walking away. "Not so fast, Will. Come back," I pull William back towards me.

He looks nervous or even scared. I sit on his bed and pat the spot next to me indicating for him to sit next to me. He does. Black feathers lay around us.

"William, I really care about you. You know... if you have a secret I would keep it. I want to keep you safe, William. I never want anyone to hurt you," I state.

William still looks nervous and doesn't seem to be taking the hint. "Thank you, Henry. I really should get ready now. We will be late to class," William tries to stand up but I gently push him back down.

"Let's skip class today. After all it seems that your wings could use a good brushing," I smile at my friend.

William looks horrified. Tears seem to be starting to well in his eyes and his mouth hangs open in shock.

"Yes, Will, I know you're a dark angel. I promise I will keep it a secret. I won't tell," I promise William.

Gently I take his hands in mine. "I'll keep you safe, William. Now, may I see your wings?"

William seems to be coming out of his shocked stupor. "You really want to, Henry. I'm a dark angel, I don't have the beautiful wings that those pure angels have. My wings are ugly. I can't really preen well by myself and they're in molt and..."

"I want to see them, Will. Please." I cut William off.

"Okay," William replies while gently taking his shirt off.

I gasp. William's wings are huge and jet black. William has them tied down with multiple rolls of surgical bandages. I can't imagine how painful that must be for him.

Gently William begins undoing the binding. I scoot closer to him and begin helping him unwrap his wings. As I work taking the bandages off I can feel his fluffy feathers against my hands. I can already tell that William's wings are gorgeous.

     After a few minutes William's wings are unwrapped. He stretches his wings out. The full extent of his wingspan is massive, nearly 8 feat long I would estimate. His wings are beautiful even in their unpreened and slightly molting state. "Would you let me brush them, Will?" I ask.

     "If you want to. You're okay with it?" William asks.

     "Yes, I would love to. Let me go grab a brush," I leave to find a suitable brush for William's wings.

     I find a perfect brush and return to William who still sits on his bed where I left him. I sit down behind William and gently take one of his wings in my hands. I carefully brush through his feathers. Loose feathers fall to the ground. It's obvious that William's never had a proper preening. I will have my work cut out for me.

     I pass the brush over William's oil glands. "Mh," William let's out a breathy sigh.

     Was that a moan? It seems that preening is possibly a seductive act for angels. From my place sitting behind him I glance over at William and notice that he has a pillow on his lap likely hiding an erection. I pass the brush over his wings again. "Ngh..." William moans.

     Both of our faces blush red at the lustful sounds William is making. I feel heat in my lower regions as I feel my boxers tighten. William is unintentional turning me on. "William, if I make you feel uncomfortable just tell me to stop, okay?" I tell my friend.

     I continue my brushing. "Ugh... Will do... Henry. Mhh... if this makes... ngh... you uncomfortable let me know... Agh," William replies through breathy moans.

     By the time I start on William's other wing my cock is throbbing and begging for attention. William is seemingly feeling the same way. He nonchalantly presses into the pillow that sits on his lap obviously trying to get some friction. His wings are looking beautiful. The already jet black feathers are somehow even darker black thanks to the coating of oil I brushed onto them.

     The process of preening goes quicker on the second wing partly because I got the hang of it and partly because I am dying to jack off in the bathroom after I'm done with William's wings. Finally, I reach the oil glands on his wings. I gently use my hands to prod at the glands coaxing them into releasing oil for me to brush onto the rest of his feathers. "Henry... mhhh... Hen..." William moans my name.

     Fuck. My name sounds so nice on his lips. As if on instinct my hips buck into William's ass. We have clothes on so nothing happens but the friction feels amazing. Realizing my mistakes I quickly scoot back. "William, I'm so sorry. Just your moans sounded so good and it kinda just happened," I apologize from my place across the bed from William.

      William turns to me. His face is as red as mine. His eyes glistening with lust and he eyes me hungrily. "No need to apologize, love. I rather liked it. Though, if you'd like to make it up to me you could always do it again without our clothes on this time," William seductively crawls over to me.

     His face is so close to mine. I just want to kiss him. "Mhh. Will, I think I would like that. May I kiss you?" I ask.

     William just nods in response as he pulls me close so we're both laying in his bed surrounded by his beautiful black feathers.

     Eagerly I close the gap and my lips connect with his. William hungrily leads the kiss. When we break free we're both panting. "Fuck, Will, that was amazing. You're amazing," I stammer.

     "Oh, Henry. How are you so beautiful? And I have you all to myself," William coes, sending pleasant chills down my spine.

     William connects our lips again. I feel his hands on my hips gently working at my belt and zipper. He's so close to my cock. I just need relief. I can't help but buck into his hands as he works at my zipper. "Eager are we?" William smirks through our kiss. 

     "Mmm," I respond.

     William slides my pants and underwear off me. Then he does the same for himself. We break the kiss so William can pull my shirt off. He's already shirtless and now we're both naked together. "Do you want me to fuck you, Hen? Or do you want to fuck me?" William purrs in my ear.

     His words excite me. "I want you in me, Will. Please."

     "So mannerly," William smirks as he flips me so I'm laying in his bed looking up at him.

     Gently William lifts my legs over his shoulders. "Suck," William commands as he sticks his fingers in my mouth. I oblige, coating his fingers. Once his fingers are lubricated he carefully inserts one into me. It hurts a bit but mostly I just want to cum and I would do anything to get that sweet release. Slowly William inserts another and slowly scissors me, stretching me. I can't help but to moan at the feeling.

Finally, after William thinks I'm prepared he lines himself up. He looks to me asking for permission. I simply nod. Gently William inserts his dick inside of me. "Ngh... Will," I groan.

He's so big and full inside of me. It feels nice. "You like that, Hen?" William asks.

"Fuck yes. Mh... Please, I'm ready." I reply.

William starts, his pace slow at first but he quickly begins to speed up. It's amazing. I can already feel the pressure of an orgasm pooling in my stomach. I'm a moaning mess under William's control.

     "Ugh, Will, I'm close!" I cry as my body finally gives in.

     My cum splatteres on William's chest and on my thighs. Seconds later I feel warm cum squirt inside of me as William releases. William gently pulls out and lays down beside me. "Hey, how was that?" William asks as he pulls me close to him, we cuddle together in his bed.

     "That was amazing!" I reply, "It was my first time."

     William smiles, "I thought it was amazing too. You did so good. I love you, Henry."

     "I love you too, Will," I snuggle closer into my boyfriend and he gently wraps his soft wings around me. Soon we both drift off to sleep.