Strange Fruit Fanfiction
So I wrote some more Strange Fruit (a wonderful webcomic.. go read!) fanfiction. People should read my attempt anyway since all you need to know is Azriel is a fallen angel and Ephraim found him and is looking after him. Some guyxguy conten but nothing explicit. Obviously not my characters.
Ephraim was walking home from the supermarket, arms laden with bags. He was cursing the fact that he had left it until there was barely any food left in the apartment before going but he still wasn’t perfect with the whole responsibility gig. That was much more his twin’s domain.
Pausing at his front door he balanced the bags whilst looking for his key. He could have sworn he heard something coming from the other side of the door but that didn’t make much sense since Azriel was home alone. Although the angel had met his brother and his friends he still felt the most comfortable with Ephraim.
“I’m home,” he called, crossing the threshold and he almost dropped the shopping when he saw Azriel sat in front of the television engrossed in watching a movie. Not just any old movie but one of his porno’s that he could have sworn he had hidden better than he must have done.
Azriel was watching it with fascination written across his face, almost like he was studying it. But in this, at least, Ephraim was half way perceptive. He noticed Azriel’s slightly uneven breathing, the faint blush that coloured his cheek’s so prettily.
The angel looked up, his grey eyes meeting Ephraim’s blue and his blush became darker. “Welcome home,” he whispered as he made a move to turn the video off. Almost without thinking Ephraim put down his shopping, kicked the door closed and knelt next to his roommate, all in a matter of seconds.
“So this is what you do when I’m not around?” he grinned, eyes alternating between the telly screen and Azriel, who was still blushing.
“I was, uh, curious,” he admits, having never been exposed to anything quite like it before.
“Really?” A pause where the only sound is the music from the video accompanied by low moans and panting. Ephraim can’t pay too much attention to it otherwise he’ll grow hard, and it doesn’t help when his face is so close to the angel’s own. He can’t help but admire how attractive Azriel is but he knows that he shouldn’t think about pinning an angel down even if he is just a fallen now.
Before he is even aware of what he’s doing Ephraim has leaned forward and his lips are pressed against Azriel’s in a chaste representation of what is happening onscreen. Azriel gasps and Ephraim’s natural response is to take advantage of that so his tongue can explore the forbidden parts of the angel.
Breaking apart he smiles. “Wasn’t that better then watching it?”
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