His former bully, Steve.

He blinked and Daniel found himself out of his room and at the front door, the angel now fully-naked and cleaned of all semen, wings now on full-display after have them put away this whole time.

Daniel hesitated.

Who would visit me here?

The angel noticed his hesitation and reached for the doorknob for him.

Standing at the door, to Daniel's shock, was Steve Morgan.

Unlike Daniel, who was a pasty, unexceptional nerd on Earth, Steve was always fit. He was always characterized by his big nose, his mop up blonde hair combed in a yuppie style and a gap in his teeth. Here in Heaven though, Daniel's eyes kept moving from his face down to his chest, which seemed to have only gotten more impressive in his knew heavenly form. He also saw that he was as naked as he was, but he tried not to dwell on it.

"Danny," said Steve.

He sounded out of breath, as though he came here last minute as fast as he could. Daniel also noticed that what used to be a gap in his front teeth was now straight and perfect.

A part of Daniel wanted the angel to sam the door in his face. Another part of him wanted to walk up and slam the door himself, but the shock left him paralyzed. Daniel knew Steve from high school. Steve was one of those stereotypical bully types. He played sports, he hung out with meatheads and he liked to pick at the weak like a hyena. Daniel was a frequent target, and when the teachers one day told the student body that Steve had been in a car-accident, Daniel had no idea how to feel.

Of course, seeing him now left such emotions a little confused as well, though he could definitely make out a chunk of fear and even a little bitterness among those emotions.

Daniel took a step back, but Steven stepped forward.

"W-Wait," said Steve. "I, uh..."

Suddenly that was when Daniel noticed that someone was standing behind Steve. He was big; over a head taller than Steve, actually. He was bulky, his chest, stomach and limbs the kind of muscular that you could almost confuse for fat, with a beard and body-hair that made him look like a lumberjack. If Daniel's angel was a twink, than this guy was a bear. He also noticed that he had a pair of wings, indicating that this was Steve's personal angel.

"Go on," the bear-angel nudged encouragingly.

Steve gave him a look before

"I-I just... I heard you were up here, and I wanted to see you."

"W-Why?" Asked Daniel.

"I," Steve hesitated again. "I just... I just had a few things to say. To you. Here."

"Okay."

Another pause.

"I just wanted to say... I wanted to say that..."

He rubbed the side of his eyes, as if they ached.

"What?" Said Daniel, his confused emotions suddenly becoming less confused as annoyance set in. "What do you want to say?"

"I wanted to say... I wanted to say sorry."

"Sorry?"

This only pissed Daniel off more.

"Yeah," said Steve. He sounded like he was defeated before he even fought.

"Sorry for what? Sorry for the names? My locker getting destroyed? The Changing Room incident?!"

Steve winced visibly at the last one.

Steve liked to target Daniel a lot before he died. He threw out names like "fag-bag" and "gaywad" and other hurtful slurs at his expense. While the insults and the occasional theft of his property hurt, the changing room incident was by far one of the worst things to happen to Daniel. Steve got away with it thanks to his dad, but it had one of his meathead friends expelled and sent to juvie.

Steve had his hands together against his stomach as he looked down at them in shame.

What got Daniel's attention where the tears. Maybe it was because Daniel could never picture someone like Steve vent his feelings in a manner that didn't involve getting angry and pointing fingers, but suddenly anger was replaced with an odd elevated pity in seeing his bully be this **** in front of one of his victims.

"I just," he whimpered as he sniffed. "My dad was expecting so much out of me like I mattered, but he was never there for me. He only cared when I screwed up, and he always told me how getting ahead meant doing it yourself, and everything I did was never good enough for him..."

Soon the burly angel wrapped wrapped his arms around Steve, giving him a comforting pat on his shoulder blades as Steve cried into his chest. Daniel just stood there, trying to process what he was seeing. His own angel wrapped his arms around Daniel and gave him a look, somehow making his big sparkling eyes bigger as if silently pleading forgive him. He really means it.

Soon Steve got all of it out of his system. his angel gave him some cloth to wipe his nose.

"Sorry about that. That hasn't happened to be in a while."

"Um... no problem?"

Having gotten the harder emotions out of the way, suddenly the situation felt very awkward.

"I just," said Steve, his eyes twitching a little as if finding more to say, "I don't know anyone here. I met a lot of cool and interesting people here. There is a lot of them. But there isn't anyone I know. Now you're here. I mean, I know it sucks that you... died... young, but uh, what I'm trying to say is is that I'm happy to see you."

"...yeah?" Said Daniel, fishing for a response.

"Yeah," said Steve. "I think you're gonna like it here. I learned a lot of things up here. Things about myself."

His angel walked up and wrapped an arm around Steve's shoulder. Steve blushed, and that is when Daniel saw that the angel's cock was not only standing erect - equal parts width and length - but that it stood up lazily against Steve's thigh.

Then suddenly a lot of things made sense.

"You're..."

"Yeah," said Steve, equal parts proud and embarrassed.