This is something I just came up with. nOt sure if I'm going to continue it.

Read on~

John smiled and flew up, his pure white wings beating slowly and gracefully. He was one of the only angels with such white wings. That's because he didn't flirt with the devils or sneak out during spring wing washing. That, and he was pretty young—only 14. Jade, one of his friends, flew up next to him, her green eyes sparkling.

"Did you hear the gathering for tonight?" she exclaimed in excitement.

Every night, the devils flew up from Hell and the angels flew down from Heaven to meet. It was the only time the two different species were allowed to mingle. John never went down for the gathering; he was afraid the devils would ruin his purity. He had heard stories of angels turning into devils after spending too much time with one.

"What about?" He asked Jade.

"Everyone has to go!"

He groaned at this news. Sure enough, the head angels swept all of them down to the portal, where they entered and emerged on a cliff, wings still beating slowly. Nervously, John looked around at the devils. Most weren't that attractive, but one stood out to him. He had blonde hair pushed to the side of his face and bright red eyes. John could tell right off the bat that this certain devil was the worst of them: a troublemaker, a flirt, and—was he coming over here?

Swallowing hard, John turned and flew up, really praying to the Great God that the devil wasn't following him. But as he paused in midair, he felt a hand circle around his waist. His eyes widened as he was spun around.

"Let—let me go!" John squeaked out, staring into the devil's face. The blonde chuckled, one arm wrapping around John and pulling him closer. He had large black wings with red tips.

"I don't think so." His voice was low and smooth. John gulped, his wings beating much slower. He started to drift downward, out of the devil's grasp, and plummeted like a stone. How fast your wings moved were based on your emotions. And right now, John was terrified.

The devil caught him, carefully holding him up. John buried his face in the devil's shoulder, gasping. He had never fallen before, ever. He was always happy. In fact, that's what he was known for.

Each angel had a certain emotion that they could almost always retain, even in the worst of situations. John didn't know why his emotion—happiness—wasn't in his system.

Devils had a special power that was unique to each one. John didn't know any devil powers, as they were kept hidden.

"Hey now. Shh. I didn't mean to scare you." The devil sounded a little sheepish underneath his cool tone as he rubbed the angel's back.

"What's your name?" he asked, holding John a little ways off from him. Bright blue eyes stared into vibrant crimson before he calmed down and answered, "John."

"Dave." The blonde inclined his head, starting to sink downward on purpose. John clutched his arm tightly, making Dave smirk a little. Flustered, John's wings began to beat again, and he flew out of the other's grasp. He had never seen wings on a devil so black before.

"So, John, what's a cutie like you doing all alone?" Dave raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not—you can't possibly think—I don't have that many friends." He admitted, lowering his gaze. Dave hummed a bit before circling his fingers around John's thin wrist.

"I want to show you something." He said, flying towards a dark spot on the horizon. John followed him, eyes darting to where he could see Jade, jaw dropped and eyes glossy with tears. He wondered why, but continued to fly after Dave. About ten minutes passed before they stopped in front of a cave.

John was hesitant as Dave folded his wings and motioned for him to follow. John folded his wings and took a step forward. The blonde took his hand, and their eyes met. Both felt a spark shock them. Dave let go of the younger boy's hand, eyebrows knitting together.

"Uh, so where are we going?" John asked as they walked into the mouth of the dark cave. He glowed in the dark, like a flashlight, because he was an angel. He followed Dave deeper and deeper, finally taking a crudely carved staircase to the exit.

They emerged on a high hilltop. The moon hung up in the sky, bathing them in soft rays. John's eyes widened; you could see the whole city from this angle, all the lights like dots down below.

"It's amazing." He breathed, not noticing when the devil entwined their fingers. He stared out at the view, transfixed. Chuckling, Dave turned his head so he could look at those impossibly blue eyes.

"Why did you bring me here?" John finally tore his gaze away from the city and turned to the blonde with a questioning look.

"I have never brought anyone here before you. All devils have a power; a gift, I guess you could call it. Mine is charm. Whenever an angel or devil look at me, they sort of fall in love with me until they look at someone else. But you…you were scared of me at first, which confused me. You're immune to my power." Dave explained like it made perfect sense.

"And I couldn't retain my emotion when you were around me…" John's eyes were round.

"Well, I wonder what that means." Dave looked out at the view and then leaned in closer to John, who felt heat rise in his cheeks.

"We should get back." The angel said softly, and the blonde's eyes flashed for a second before he nodded, unsheathing his wings. He grabbed John, who was so surprised he didn't object as Dave flew him back to the gathering.

"I can fly too." John pouted; twisting in Dave's grasp so his back was to the ground. The blonde smirked a little and leaned down, planting a kiss on the corner of the angel's lips. John squeaked and blushed bright red. Smirk widening, Dave set John a little ways off from the gathering, saying, "See you later."

John watched as the devil flew off to talk to some other of his kind. A goofy grin was plastered across his face. He turned to see Jade glaring at him with red-rimmed eyes. Puzzled, he started for her, but she flew up into the clouds, back to Heaven.

That left John to dwell on the fact that a devil just kissed him.

Should I continue this?

~samx