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But what do you say, brother? For old time’s sake? Shall we fuck him together?”
    Raphael shook his head. “Stop teasing him.”
    Aden wanted to ask what was happening, but the ache in his back had grown to pain severe enough to steal the thoughts from his head. His chest heaved, his ribs felt as if they were being crushed and he struggled to breathe.
    “Look at him.” Dante’s eyes glistened. “Beautifully bad. He’s mine.”
    Aden cried out, frozen for a moment by a series of lightning strikes, agonizing spasms shooting the length of his spine, into his arse and radiating down his legs. He lurched away from the two men watching him. Now his back felt as though it was being ripped apart, clawed hands yanking at his ribs, turning him inside out. Fucking imagination. Aden made himself check there was no monster behind him. That there wasn’t, was little consolation. He could hardly bear the pain and bit his lip to stop himself screaming.
    “No way is he yours,” Dante insisted.
    Raphael had a small smile on his face. “We shall see.”
    Aden dropped to his knees, felled by whatever was happening to his back. He curled into a ball and closed his eyes as wrenching and tearing sensations continued to wrack his upper body. He tasted blood in his mouth. Behind his closed lids, he was aware the world had darkened. His lungs locked as a huge wave of agony rolled over him, forcing him down, concertinaing his ribs, suffocating him to the point he thought he’d pass out. There was a strange rush of warm wind as the pain faded, and his lungs filled as he gasped.
    “What the fuck?” Dante shouted. “What the fucking fuckity fuck? He’s mine.”
    “Not exactly, it appears,” said Raphael.
    Aden opened his eyes and saw— oh Christ. He tried to push to his feet and almost fell on his face. When he finally managed to lever himself upright, Dante and Raphael were staring at him. Well, not at him, at either side of his body. Aden took a look for himself. No, no, no, no, no. They couldn’t be real. He reached down, touched the feathers and shudders rippled through his body.
    A white wing hung on his right side, a jet black wing on his left. Had these wankers forced them into his body? That was why his back hurt? Why would they do something like that? But this pair looked too shocked to be responsible.
    “I’ve never seen this before,” Raphael said. “I’ve heard of it happening.”
    Aden flexed his muscles, rolled his aching shoulders and the wings swept out, stretching about five feet either side. Oh Christ, I did that. Suddenly everything was distressingly clear.
    This was nota dream.
    He was dead.
    The wings hadn’t been forced into him.
    He’d grown them.
    “The black wing means he doesn’t belong to you.” Dante moved closer to Aden and stroked the dark feathers on the underside. Aden’s cock went rock hard so fast the breath caught in his throat and came out as a strangled moan. Dante hadn’t been touching his dick, but it felt as if he had.
    “The white wing means he’s not yours,” Raphael said.
    Dante leaned into Aden, licked his cheek and trailed his fingers up Aden’s chest. “You are so delicious. I think I might keep you for myself. Just for a while. Maybe longer than a while if you’re really bad. I do like a wicked boy with a dirty mouth.”
    “He’s not yours,” Raphael repeated.
    “I’m not anybody’s.” Aden tried to snap out the words, but they sounded weak.
    “Oh, he speaks.” Dante laughed.
    “What’s happening?” Aden asked. “Where am I? Why I am here?”
    Dante danced his fingers over Aden’s tense abs.
    Aden pushed his hand away. “Leave me alone.”
    “That’s not what your cock’s saying.” Dante smirked at the tent in Aden’s jeans.
    “I don’t always listen to my cock.” Actually, he probably did.
    Dante snorted.
    “You couldn’t be judged,” Raphael said. “There is both good and bad in you.”
    “As with all humans.” Dante shrugged. “No one is