Rain

Rain
By: TheGoddessofDeath

A/N: I wrote this a year years back for the sake of smut.

Upon leaving the apartment, he started to regret going out at all. The wind from the west assaulted the skin of his neck and face. He was not in his usual attire, he wore his red jacket and a pair of blue jeans that were so baggy on him now it was ridiculous. He seemed to get thinner and thinner each passing day. He knew his time was coming very soon. That was the whole reason he was going to territory that had long been forbidden to him. He had to say goodbye to someone he loved very much. Out on the sidewalk, he retraced familiar steps that led him to a rundown apartment building.

"Hasn't changed a bit," he muttered to himself.

Walking up creaking steps, the young man reached a door he had stood in front of before many times. He had not been here in years.

"Get out," a curt voice said.

"But...where am I supposed to go?" a scared teenage boy said, shaking in the corner as the older man loomed over him with hatred in his eyes.

"I don't care where you go, you poor excuse of a human being."

Those words hurt, and tears came to his eyes.

"I love you, though!"

"Don't you EVER say that again. I NEVER want to see your face here again, do you understand me?!"

The boy swallowed and slunk out from the glare of the older man. "Yes, sir. I will never return."

And with that being said, the boy ran out into the night onto the unwelcoming alleyways of New York. Here he would live the rest of his life.

The Latino shook his head and knocked on the door, wiping the tears from his eyes. That was a long time ago. He could only hope things would be forgotten and he could at least say goodbye to one of the two men he still loved in this world. He held his breath as he heard the chain lock being undone and the doorknob turning.

"Yeah, what do you....what the fuck are YOU doing here?!"

The young man all of a sudden regretted ever coming here. The same hatred loomed in the man's eyes.

"I thought I told you never to show your queer ass here again, Angel!"

Angel smiled halfheartedly and litterally shook while he looked up at the man.

"Yes, you did. But, Papi..."

"I told you to NEVER call me that. I don't know you anymore, you crossdressing son of a bitch!"

The Latino just wanted to turn around right now and walk home in tears. But he was stronger than that.

"Well, I just came to tell you I'm leaving for good soon so you won't have to worry about having a transvestite for a son!"

"I told you before, you little faggot. I don't care where the hell you go!"

"Fine, Papi. I just wanted to tell you I have AIDS and I'm dying. I got it along the way somewhere. I don't have but a few months left, I would say."

The older man backed away as if Angel would pass him the disease just by breathing. "Good, one less eyesore on the planet. Now, get the fuck out of here before I call the fucking cops on you."

The door was then slammed in Angel's face. His head hurt. Oh, did it hurt. From anger, from sadness. His own father hated him. Loathed him. He all of a sudden wanted his mother. He wanted her to hold him and tell him everything would be okay. He knew it wouldn't be, though. No matter what anyone said, it would end the same. He would die at the hands of this ugly, disgusting disease. However he wouldn't be alone. He'd be surrounded by his friends.

It was the middle of the day. He wasn't in the mood to go shopping. He didn't want to see anyone. He just wanted to go home and cry. He wanted Collins now more than ever. A smile snuck onto his face and he felt a little bit better. Tom. His lover who saw him as a human being and loved him no matter what. Collins was suffering the fate of AIDS as well, so the two shared that in common amongst other things. Angel all of a sudden wished Collins didn't work today. He needed him to hold him right now. He walked home dejectedly, reaching the apartment building in which he resided with Collins slower than usual since he had been dragging his feet.

He needed to relax. His body ached with the sadness he felt. Unlocking the door seemed to be a chore, and once he got inside, he ran to the bedroom and flung himself onto the bed. Angel let the tears flow freely into the ratty comforter. He smelled it, it's scent bringing him comfort. It smelled of Collins and himself, something so unique it could only be special to the two of them.

After crying for two hours off and on, the transvestite decided he needed a shower. Only the warm water could be his comfort in this time, at least until Collins could get home.

XxX

The philosophy professor made his way through the afternoon rush of people making their way home from work. It was only about 3 in the afternoon, but it seemed everyone got off early today. Collins just wanted to go home and see Angel's happy little face. His day had been bad. Every student seemed to have an attitude today and he could not get anything out of them. He had dismissed class early for both his and the students' sake.

Arriving at the little apartment, he found the door unlocked. That's weird, he thought. Angel never leaves the door unlocked. Wandering in, he announced his presence. "Angel, baby, I'm home!" He expected him to come flying out of some dark corner and latch onto him. Nothing, no Angel to be had. He frowned in confusion. Only then did he pick up the sound of running water. He smirked, a dark thought crossing his mind as he headed for the small bathroom in which they shared.

Angel heard the door opening. He glanced over to see who it was, but the steam clouded the curtain and he couldn't see. He didn't really care. If it was some murderer he wouldn't really care. He heard heavy boots being taken off and clanking against the tile. Next, a sound of a belt buckle clinking and a zipper being undone. He smiled, knowing who it was.

The dark skinned man pulled the curtain back and saw Angel standing there, the hot water streaming onto his thin frame. His back was turned to him, and the Latino only glanced to him for a split second, a trace of a small smile emerging on his face before he turned back around. Stepping into the tub, Collins took the smaller man into his arms, placing his chin on his shoulder and kissing his neck. "Baby, you're awful quiet. What's the matter?"

Angel sighed, his body shaking slightly. "I went to see my father. I'm saying my goodbyes."

These words came at Colliins like a charging sword and smacked him in the heart. "Angel, I thought I told you, no goodbyes. Not yet."

"There was just.....unfinished buisness between us two, Tom. I had to go see him. I don't know if I ever told you this, but he threw me onto the street after he found out about my transsexuality. I was 15 at the time."

Collins stayed quiet. Angel had been keeping this inside for a long time. Poor thing. "What happened today?"

Angel felt tears coming again. "More of the same. He told me he was glad I was dying. 'One less eyesore on the planet', he said." He turned to face Collins. "I didn't know I was that ugly...." he choked out a sob and Collins held his lover close.

"Shh, my love. You are the most beautiful thing on the face of this Earth. Your father has to be a retard not to be able to see that."

The transvestite laughed quietly and held the taller man closer to him. "I love you, Tom. I hope you know that."

Collins knew that no matter how many times Angel told him he loved him, he would feel like the most lucky person in the world. "I love you too, baby. More than anything."

The two men joined at the mouth, kissing each other with all the love they felt. The kisses were sweet and loving, and they slowly grew more passionate. The water continued to beat onto the two, the heat slowly leaving the liquid. It was being replaced with their rising passion, however. Angel and Collins knew where this would lead, and the thought of sex under the pounding water of the shower turned them on even more.

Angel pushed his lover against the tiled wall, licking and sucking down his dark chest and stomach. Collins felt goosebumps rising on his skin as Angel's tounge worked around his inner thigh toward his straining erection. Blood pounded in his ears as he leto ut a strangled cry at his lover's little hot mouth enclosing around his erection. Oh, this was heaven. Collins threw his head back as Angel moved his lips and tounge around the sensitive flesh skillfully. Letting out a groan, his head lolled forward and he looked down to look at the Latino. Angel's brown eyes met with his as he moved up and down his erection, feeling it hit the back of his boyfriend's throat. "Angel, my lord...fuck..." he bucked his hips forward. He was so close.

But Angel would have none of it.

The transvestite let his boyfriend's cock slip from his mouth. "We can't have you coming yet, can we?"

When Angel stood up, Collins grabbed him by his shoulders, and roughly, but not too much, pushed him against the wall so his back was to him. "Fuck Ang, we don't have lube."

Angel was as anxious as Collins to unite. The water still streamed onto the two, and Angel got an idea. "Get the conditioner. That will work fine."

The older man reached for the big bottle of conditioner, hastily pouring some of the pearly liquid onto his hand. He coated his fingers well before inserting one into his boyfriend to stretch him. Angel let out a happy little moan at feeling the cool conditioner in him along with that well-known calloused finger. He was happy he had the wall for support, or he would've fallen over by now with want. "Tom, I need you in me NOW!"

That was the only cue the dark skinned man needed. Taking hte finger out of his boyfriend and coating his cock with the conditioner, he thrust into Angel hasity. The transvestite purred at the feel of the bigger man in him. He loved that feeling more than anything in the world. Collins wasted no time moving against Angel, slamming again and again into him. It was dizzying for the younger man as he rubbed against the tile wall. A big hand moved to Angel's erection and pulled at it, rubbing it in circular motions. "Oh, baby....give it to me...that's it...oh my god...fuck...you're so huge and....and.....TOOOOOMM!"

The younger man orgasmed, his body shaking and sending the chain reaction to Collins, who exploded violently into his boyfriend. they were both panting and the water mixed with their sweat. The water had long since gone cold and Collins reached out to turn it off. Taking the wet washcloth Angel had used earlier, he washed the conditioner and remains of semen off their bodies.

"Baby, we have to take showers together more often," Angel said as he snuggled into his huge towel. The taller man came over to is boyfriend and kissed him lovingly. "Yes, we must."

Angel's face fell immediately. "We should make the most of the time I have left."

"No more talk of death, my Angel. At least not until the time comes. Now let me see that pretty smile of yours."

The transvestite smiled, his eyes shining in the light.

"Now, how about we get dressed and go see Mark and Roger?"

"Yeah, let's go see Markie!"