#thingforbrunettes

"Your duty is to protect the Prophet when he is threatened, not to perch on his shoulder," Raphael answered in that strangely deep voice of his.

Bristling with indignation, Texis clenched his jaw for a moment before regaining his composure and raising his eyebrows at his superior.

"Ever think there's more to life than duty, Raphael?"

He could watch the anger beginning to blossom on Raphael's face but stood his ground and kept his cool.

Raphael took a single step forward. "You're a soldier, you were not built for freedom, you're built to follow. You are not to make any further undue visits to the Prophet."

'Don't tell me what I can't do,' Tex thought in a growl. He took a step away from Raphael, hands in the pockets of his coat and lifted his chin with a challenging look. "Watch me."

And in a flap of wings, he was gone.

***

Flynn stayed in some seriously shit hotel rooms. It came with the job, though. Moving around so often with little money meant you couldn't afford to be picky. They were at least somewhere to sleep with a roof over your head, though.

After leaving Raphael, Texis had come straight to the place he could trace Flynn to. Judging by the sound of a tap running, the prophet was in the bathroom of the little motel room washing his hands, probably to clean off the blood of his latest hunt. Texis waited.

And when Flynn emerged from the bathroom with messy hair (probably from the hunt) and a fresh wound gouged across his lower neck, he jumped and then swore loudly and let out a breath.

"Damn it, Tex, you can't just appear like th-"

He was cut off. Texis had strode towards him and now gave him a hard shove in the chest which slammed Flynn into the wall. The prophet didn't have time to complain before the angel's body was pressed flush against his and Texis' lips had found his for the very first time - open, hot and needy.

For a moment, Flynn stared. He might have protested, only he knew the angel was too strong for him to push away and, to be honest, he'd been wanting this for months. After a moment, he let his eyes close, his tongue reacting enthusiastically to Tex's and his arms snaking around the angel.

Texis' hand knotted into Flynn's hair, forcing him to stay close as his other hand moved to his shirt, ripping it off of him without warning or restraint. Buttons scattered the floor but they didn't care. They gripped each other tighter, battling for dominance in the kiss with Tex sucking greedily on the prophet's upper lip.

The angel knew he would pay for this, knew that Raphael and most of the other angels would be angry, but he didn't care. He needed to prove that they didn't own him and, though he'd never admit it, he seriously wanted Flynn.

The fact that the human hadn't put up a fight just added to Texis' assurance that this was the path he wanted to take. Despite the consequences.

Flynn was moaning against Tex's lips now and the angel grinned into the kiss, letting his hands explore the prophet's torso with growing curiosity. The flat plain of his stomach with that very tempting trail of hair, the strong abs and the broad shoulders and the hip bones and the arms. The arms were his favourite. Strong, muscular, and yet slender... Yes, they were his favourite.

And as Flynn broke off to press deep, open-mouthed kisses to Tex's neck, Tex let out a groan of his own. This was the best human experience, he decided. And now Flynn's hands were going everywhere and it felt even better than he cared to admit. So when the man pushed his coat off of him and started to undo the buttons of his shirt, he didn't reject it. Especially since Flynn was now sucking on his neck and it felt so damn good.

The shirt was off. Now they were equal and his hands moved to press to Flynn's jaw as he reclaimed the man's lips in an extremely passionate kiss, pushing him further back into the wall. Their tongues danced assertively. Flynn's fingers dug into his back.

***

It wasn't long later that they were in the motel room bed. Flynn was lying on his back, breathing heavy, while Tex perched on the side of the bed, watching the wall with his elbow resting on his knee and his chin resting on his hand. They hadn't bothered getting dressed just yet.

"I just had sex with an angel."

Tex raised his eyebrows at the comment and turned his head to see Flynn looking very proud of himself. He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you and half the women in Colorado," he muttered.

"Let me have my moment of glory, you asshole," Flynn complained, stretching luxuriously and pulling the covers over himself. "And lie down."

Again, Tex raised his eyebrows. "Sex makes you bossy," he commented with a frown. Flynn glared and repeated his order.

"Lie down."

"You're such a self righteous dick..." Tex muttered, but decided to do as he was told, mainly because he wanted to hold onto the fuzzy feeling in his stomach for a little bit longer. So he wriggled under the covers next to Flynn and rolled awkwardly onto his back. The frown was back.

"I've never actually lay in a bed before..." he mused thoughtfully. He didn't sleep, after all. No angels did.

"What?" Flynn exclaimed, rolling onto his side and propping himself up on an elbow. "No kidding."

"S'true. I don't sleep. I never had a reason to lie in a bed before. I found other uses for them, of course, but..."

"Well I need at least 4 hours so shut up and keep still," Flynn grumbled, sleepy now as well as bossy and Tex rolled his eyes.

"You're lucky angels are patient, you ass," he muttered, but let Flynn use his arm as a pillow and nuzzle into his chest.

"Shut up," the prophet muttered, but the words were spoken fondly. And then he was asleep and Texas was left to lie there, adrift in his thoughts with Flynn held close to his side.

For once, Flynn didn't start the Wildcats chant. Someone else took the liberty to while Tex and Flynn argued with each other.

"Hey, no, glitter wasn't part d the deal."

"Just telling it like it is," shrugged Flynn as they made their way to the changing rooms. "But that's not the point. The point is, you're not a singer, Tex!"

That wasn't fair. Tex glared. "What if I wanted to be?!" he demanded, throwing his arms out to the side. Other members of the team were glancing over questioningly.

"Well you don't, not really. This new kid has messed with your brain."

"Kid?"

Flynn backtracked - that was uncalled for, even he knew that. "Alright then, that girl." They'd reached the changing rooms, but Texas grabbed his friend's arm, tugging him to a stop.

"'That girl' has a name. Look, Rapunzel is the opposite of a problem, okay? She just makes me feel-"

"-Like singing and dancing, yeah I get it." This really angered Tex. He pushed Flynn in the chest with both hands, glaring. "Like I'm more than just 'the basketball captain'," he snapped. That said, he turned on his heel and stormed away to his locker, leaving Flynn stood staring after him.

Texas changed quickly and left without Flynn, which was unheard of. He basically jogged all the way to the art room, where Rapunzel was bound to be, and smiled when he saw her there, brush to canvas as usual, quite content to be the only one there.

Leaning against the door frame, arms folded loosely across his chest, Tex spoke. "So, Van Gogh, how would you feel if I told you I'm in?" he asked playfully.

The blond jumped a little as he spoke so suddenly, and she turned around in her chair to beam at him. He approached.

"In for what?"

"'In for what'? The musical, what else?" he exclaimed. He perched on one of the tables, watching her eyes light up.

"Really?" she asked hopefully.

"Would I lie to you?"

Rapunzel pretended to deliberate this and Tex smirked, biting back a laugh.