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"Wow…" he breathed "Spike, it’s--"

"Motherfucking beautiful," Griffin said, gently touching the skin around the edges of the raw and still-bleeding tattoos

They were beautiful, his black wings that covered the insides of both wrists Soed to create the illusion of delicate feathered edges out of flesh and ink And the scars…they were gone The body of each tattoo cory, raised remnants of Michael’s suicide attempt

Griffin took both of Michael’s hands in his and pushed his freshly tattooed wrists together side by side, creating a wingspan

"Gorgeous, Mick They’re gorgeous" Griffin squeezed Michael’s fingers "Just like you"

The pain from the two-hour tattoo session had already pulled Michael to the very edge of arousal And Griffin’s hands on hiry tone of his voice made Michael painfully aware of the one part of his body that ached ht back," Michael said and yanked his hands away from Griffin He nearly ran fro at the sink he bent over, turned the taps on and splashed water on his fevered face

He couldn’t do this anymore For two months now, his lust for Griffin had been like the scars on his wrists--so he was afraid to look at But tonight on that table, it wasn’t only the scars on his wrists that had been transformed

Michael loved Griffin He knew that now And he had no fking idea what to do about it

"Angel?" The door to the bathroo at him with concerned eyes

"Nora…" Michael stood up and raised his hands in a kind of surrender "Nora…I…"

"I know, Angel," she said "I know"