Heavenly Captive (syaoran-puu & meluvcookies){{Private - 18+}}

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Panting, spent and sated Demon watched in satisfaction as the angels cock throbbed in his hand, the creamy white seed pouring from his leaking slit... and of course, to top off the perfect experience the guy collapsed into unconsciousness. Fucked till he blacked out. How splendid!

 

Bringing his hand up, he licked the seed that had spilt there, humming in delight at the bitter taste. "So very perfect," He praised, even though the guy was out of it. Withdrawing he tucked himself back into his jeans, watching as blood and cum split from the hole he had just enjoyed. Another feral grin spread over his features, and in a moment of mercy he reached up and unhooked the guy before lowering him to the ground. That was all he did though, no cleaning, no blankets, no covering up or unchaining.

 

Closing the guys cell he locked it up and went to check on his other captive. "Did that bring back memories Doggy?" He chuckles, licking his lips and the blood that still clung there. "Don't worry... I will play with you again soon." A whimper was his only reply, and his grin spread a chuckle erupting forth as he headed to his desk and petted his newest trophy.

 

He had done good. He mused, as he headed to the door to his cell and grinned once more, his claws once more coming out to play. "Fools.... they never learn." Being a torture demon he was well versed in locks, and given he was hungry after his exercise, he wasn't going to allow this one to stand in his way. "Good job I'm better than they give me credit for."

 

Wasting no time he went in search of food... in the good mood he was in, he was even feeling generous enough to bring back scraps for his two captives as well.

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Only minutes had passed sincse the demon had left when Arael stirred. Even the small movement was enough to disturb his numerous injuries and he hissed. For a moment the angel was confused as to why most of his body seemed to throb with agony. When he started pinpointing the places that hurt the most, his backside and right shoulder blade, he remembered with a start where he was and what had happened. His eyes snapped open and he fearfully looked around to find the demon, but he was nowhere to be seen. Arael sighed in relief.

 

Taking a deep breath the angel made to sit up on his knees, and a stabbing shock of pain shot up his spine. He groaned aloud, but managed it none the less. Deciding to assess the damage, he brought a hand to his swollen hole. The careful touch made him hiss, and when he pulled the shivering hand back it was covered with blood and semen. Arael gagged. He hastily wiped the dirtied appendage to a scrap of cloth that was left from his pants. Then the angel used a cleaner part of the fabric to dab at his entrance, and another scrap was used to clean his shoulder blade the best he could, despite the pain it brought him.

 

When the angel was done, his eyes accidentally swept over the wall where the remnants of his own release were still clinging, and the reality of what happened hit him hard. He’d felt good being raped by a demon, enough so to reach completion. Arael shivered and almost gagged again. Disgusting… I’m disgusting. Then another thought came to him, and the realization made him let out a single sob, though he was all out of tears for the moment. Now that he was dirty, then, didn’t that mean his wing would never grow back? He covered his face with his hands in despair. Even if I somehow managed to escape, I couldn’t go back to heaven! I can never fly again!

 

After a while of wallowing in his sorrow, Arael pulled himself together. Even if I have no hope left, the demon doesn’t need to know that. His expression turned determined. Even if I end up begging and screaming when tortured, afterwards I’ll show I’m not broken. The angel moved a little, then leaned his head and uninjured shoulder to a clean part of the wall to be able to rest some before the demon returned. Even if it ends up killing me, I’ll do it to save this last bit of dignity I have left.

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The wolf-shifter, Tyler Brand, sat up and shifted towards the door of his cage when the demon disappeared, his heart racing, pounding in his chest to a deadly tattoo that flooded his hearing as well. He had heard some terrible screams in his time in this hell hole... but the sounds the angel had made -at least he was assuming the guy was a real angel, he hadn't seen him- seemed worst somehow, perhaps it was simply the corruption of one so innocent that annoyed Tyler so much! Or maybe it was just fresh screams after being alone for so long? Whatever it was, it didn't sit well with Tyler.

 

The screams and whimpers had nearly broken him.... how could God have allowed one of his most blessed creatures to become the toy for the filthy Demon. It wasn't lost on him that the bastards very name was also his species. As if the guy was too demonic to call anything else... that was a thought that Tyler could very believe too! But if God wouldn't save one of his angels... what chance was their for him?

 

At least everything was quiet now, he knew how blissful the darkness could be, how you came to crave the silence and painlessness that soon only existed there. Even when awake he relived and thought of nothing else but his captivity!

 

Broken. That was the word used to describe him now, and it was true. He didn't know what plan they had for him next... but he was suddenly thankful he didn't have wings! Hearing a shift and a whimper his ears snapped up to attention, a whimper of his own escaping him as he expected the worst. When nothing happened he half relaxed, and only when he saw for himself that it was clear did he relax the rest of the way. He worried his lip.... and after a moment couldn't take the agony he heard coming from the angel. Maybe if he was nice to the guy God would take mercy on him and finally end his sorry life? It was worth a shot... right? "I'm sorry they caught you...." He said quietly, not wanting to get caught conversing... he knew what happened then! "Think of something happy. Go there whenever the creature comes.... but give him what he wants." He whimpered, fists clenching. "Things are easier that way." It meant less suffering. At least, it had for Tyler.

 

Hearing movement outside of the door he whimpered and shifted to his wolf form, once more cowering like the coward he had become in the corner of his tiny cell.

 

What was Gods plan here?

 

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Demon grabbed some food and a seat at the bench, ignoring the looks he received. He didn't care about his unkempt appearance or the blood upon his person or the scent of sex that lingered to him like a second skin. No, he didn't care about any of that.... he was just hungry.

 

Taking several bites he ignored everyone's attempts to engage him in conversation.... until one voice he couldn't ignore spoke all to close to him.

 

"I hear you have an angel."

 

His fathers voice!

 

Demon chewed and swallowed his food, trying to appear nonchalant before looking up at the menacing creature that was Gishoni, his father... though perhaps sperm donor was a more accurate description, not that his mother had been any better. Still, they were demons... what had Demon expected? Cuddles and stories before bed?

 

"I do." He said simply before continuing to eat. There was no point denying it, he was sure Aros and his cronies were bragging everywhere about their captured guest, even how they believed they owned and controlled Demon... as if! No one owned him! Not even the Devil himself!

 

"I want him!"

 

"Sorry pops, no can do." He said, with more courage than he might have normally held in front of the intimidating figure. His father had both power and position, born from more than birth right alone, he was not a creature that Demon should ever cross. Yet the thought of giving up his angel was.... well, not going to happen.... MINE!

 

"I don't believe I was asking you."

 

Demon shrugged. "Doesn't matter, he's still not up for negotiation. Kitten is mine." A feral grin spread over his features and he licked some of the blood at the corner of his mouth. "And I plan to corrupt him completely."

 

Gishoni seemed to examine him for a moment.... and Demon was sure he was about to be sent to the underbelly of hell for daring to speak to him like this... so when the guy laughed and clapped him hard on the shoulder Demon couldn't believe this was his father at all! Was someone messing with him! Where was the murderous, smiting, never giving a damn about his son arsehole that Demon knew so well? "Looks like you finally found a reason to grow a pair. Its about bloody time. Fine. I'll let you play for a month then I will take him." As if that was the end of the discussion completely the guy walked off.

 

Demon huffed under his breath, his good mood sullied. Whatever. In a week he hoped to have broken the angel completely. Finishing up he left his plate where it was and lined up to grab a plate containing some vegetables and meat for his... guests... before heading back. His mind replayed the conversation with his father. What was he going to do? He didn't know who exactly was pulling the strings here.... why use Demon at all? There were other creatures far stronger than him... of course, Demon had many other talents, and a track record to match. He had never failed to break a toy.... and the angel would be no different. The guy was HIS, and Demon intended to make sure everyone knew that!

 

Opening the door to his cells, he entered and locked it once more behind himself before examined his two captives. "Who is hungry?" He taunted, picking up a slice of meat and tossing it through the dogs bars, half noting that the guy was in wolf form. "Come and get it Doggy!" Sure enough the guy scampered forward, greedily eating the offering before cowering once more. Dismissing him he headed to the angel, plate in hand and opened the door. "Hungry Kitten?" He took in the sight before him, the cum and blood covered creature was utterly magnificent. "We should make sure you keep your strength up before we have round two, no?"

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After Arael had settled next to the wall, he heard a quiet voice speaking, sympathizing with him, and his eyes softened. He replied with a gentle tone. "I’m sorry for you too. I wish I could help, but it seems the only thing I can do for now is to pray." Though it probably won’t help as much as you might think. After all, God couldn’t directly affect things one way or the other, He only gave choices. And heaven wouldn’t risk losing the lives of soldiers, who were needed elsewhere, in an attempt to rescue a single messenger like Arael. He was not important in the grand scheme of things, and they most likely thought him to be dead anyway.

 

The angel listened to the shifter’s advice about going to a happy place for the duration of the torture, but he wasn’t so sure he wanted to use the method. Since all of his good memories were about things from heaven, he felt they’d be… dirtied… somehow if remembered during such a time. He didn’t tell this to the other creature though, but thanked him instead.

 

When the room door was opened, the angel straightened his back and fixed his expression to something more neutral. "Hungry Kitten? We should make sure you keep your strength up before we have round two, no?" Arael couldn’t help shuddering when he heard there was going to be another round so soon after the first one, but he was indeed somewhat hungry and would not refuse the food. Though he wasn’t entirely sure the creature would just give him the plate and let him eat, he opted for a slow, careful nod of his head to indicate his willingness. At least it seemed the demon wouldn't starve him.

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Demon smiled at the willingness he saw in the angel, of course, if the other thought that he was likely to get enough food to regain any real strength... well he was sorely mistaken! "Very good Kitten, my beautiful Kitten." He said softly, closing the door over behind them before leaning against the wall as he sat down, plate still in hand.

 

He glanced over at the guy, daring him to challenge him. "Come closer Kitten. I'll share if you're good." He picked up a piece of carrot, he normally hated the stuff, but suspected that it was possible the guy was a vegetarian... that whole godliness probably didn't allow the eating of another animal or creature. How pathetic. He licked his lips. Other creatures were so delicious! He took a bite of the orange thing and crunched it between his teeth.

 

As he ate he watched, noted that although pale the angel was looking a little better, not stronger really but... better. Maybe he should try and entice the guy with a bath? But what did he want to know? What information was worth the trade? Demon wasn't interested in anything that would help the war, oddly enough he couldn't care what side won as long as he survived it. Balance would always need to be struck, most didn't understand this but Demon did... often the best way to torture someone was to use a balance... if you constantly attacked and attacked they were more likely to become desensitised, but mix it up, become unpredictable... and it broke them in so many ways. Their minds snapping under the pressure and weight.

 

So,,,, what did he want to know? Holding up a carrot he looked at the guy and grinned. "What's your real name Kitten?"

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Arael was surprised. The man was actually kind of handsome when he smiled. The angel startled at his own thought; this was the same creature that had hurt him before! He shouldn't let his guard down. None the less, it seemed the demon wasn’t going to do anything to him right now, and when he was called over he decided he might as well. He wanted to eat after all. So he carefully rose to his feet, using the wall as support when the pain from his behind made him reel for a bit. When he wasn’t in danger of falling anymore he started to cautiously approach his captor.

 

Arael eyed the carrot in the demon’s hand as he came closer. He liked vegetables well enough, though fruits were his personal favorite. Contrary to the demon’s belief, even angels ate meat occasionally, but they always made sure the kill was clean and did not hurt the animal unnecessarily. More often than not, the meat in heaven came from animals that were either very old or injured beyond repair. Arael himself had had a taste only a few times through the years, disliking the idea of an innocent creature being killed just to have something different to fill his plate with.

 

He stopped at an arm’s length from the demon, and raised his eyes just in time to see him grin. "What's your real name Kitten?" The angel hesitated. Why would the creature want to know his name? His gaze flicked to the carrot and back. Maybe he wanted something in return for the food? In that case he should answer; after all he didn’t see any harm in it. Perhaps his captor might even start using his name, so, with a soft voice, he answered. "Arael."

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"Arael." He repeated, rolling the sound around on his mouth. It was... unique he supposed. "Lion of God.... I believe. Or was that Ariel?" He mused, taking a bite of the carrot before holding it out to the other. "Ah... luminescent perhaps instead?" He chuckled. Holding up another carrot. "What were your duties for God?"

 

He watched the guy carefully, curious as to the reaction he would get.

 

Demon took a deep breath. "Considering how... intimate... we have already been...." He smirked a little, pretty sure that the reminder would not be welcome. "....my name is Demon." He didn't bother with a surname, rarely did considering he disliked the stigma that had was attached to it. He wanted to be his own being.... and he was more than happy to carve that path out with blood and torture and whatever else was needed to get what he wanted.

[meluvcookies]

While the demon contemplated his name, Arael took the offered vegetable. He actually wasn’t entirely sure about the origins of his name, so decided not to answer and started eating instead. "What were your duties for God?" The question wasn’t entirely unexpected, but the angel paused to think if he should grace it with an answer. He felt a bit cheap, giving out information in exchange for a vegetable. On the other hand, there was no knowing how long the demon would leave him without food, so it might be better to tell him. It’s not like his position mattered all that much, except he really didn’t know anything important. He was practically a postman with wings… A wing… Stopping his nibbling of the carrot for the moment, Arael decided to answer. "I’m a messenger working under Archangel Gabriel."

 

"Considering how... intimate... we have already been...." Arael repressed a wince at the reminder of what happened earlier. "....my name is Demon." The angel stared blankly into the creature’s eyes for a while before blinking. He was serious; his name really was Demon… He could be lying, but what would be the point? In his astonishment, Arael’s mouth went on autopilot without consulting his brain first. "Nice to meet you." Right after the words escaped him, the angel’s eyes widened and he quickly covered his traitorous lips with a hand to prevent anything else from coming out. Then he peered at the demon, hoping against hope he hadn’t heard, no matter how unlikely that was.

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"Gabriel....?" He snorted at the name, he hated that guy but wouldn't speak more about it.... or reveal his connection with the guy. It was old and hate filled after all, then again there wasn't an angel he knew that he didn't hate.... even as he looked at Kitten and wondered if that was true. "Sounds boring." He commented before handing over another carrot.

 

He contemplated his options and the possible avenues for conversation when the guy utterly astonished him. "Nice to meet you." Of course those words were coupled with the guy covering his face and doing a very good deer-in-headlight expression. He chuckled. "Too adorable." He teased, quirking a brow and looking at the guy with interest. Evidently God trained his angels well in the art of manners... so much so they would say such a thing to their torturer... a torturer that had just de-winged him and raped him. "The pleasure is all mine I'm sure.... Arael." Demon had no idea what possessed him to use the guys name, but there it was. Perhaps it was because the guy had surprised him... that was rare... very few people surprised him.

 

Picking up a piece of meat and taking a bite, he asked with interest, "You eat meat?" He plopped the rest in his mouth, there was more on the plate, but he needed to know if he should offer it to the guy or not.

 

Holding up a piece of broccoli, he considered his next question before asking; "What's it like in Heaven?"

 

Perhaps Demon was a little more curious about that particular question than he should have been, while he loved Hell, and had no intention of ever leaving... he was still a curious creature. Probably came with the territory.

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Arael accepted the second carrot but didn’t start eating it yet. Oh my God, he heard it! How could I let that slip? His shame only increased when Demon chuckled. "Too adorable… The pleasure is all mine I'm sure.... Arael." By now the angel was desperately trying to hide a blush with both hands even while holding the orange vegetable. Was there no limit to how embarrassed one could feel?

 

When the demon asked if he ate meat, Arael hesitated. Would he get less food if he refused, or would the demon accommodate his tastes? He really didn’t want to eat something that might have had a violent ending to its life, so after lowering his hands he slowly shook his head while carefully watching Demon’s reaction. As a broccoli was raised from the plate, Arael let out a small breath of relief and took a bite of the carrot. It seemed he would still get more food.

 

"What's it like in Heaven?" Now where did that come from? Was he even trying to get useful information? Arael looked at Demon. No, he wasn’t. If he was, he’d have asked something like specific locations of important places. Was the demon just curious? If so, how should he describe his home?

 

"It's… bright." He finally answered after thinking about it for a while. The angel closed his eyes to picture it more clearly. "All the buildings are white and many angels use bright colored fabrics instead of doors in their houses. There are trees, flowers and animals all around." A soft smile crept on Arael’s face without his knowledge. "The atmosphere is always peaceful outside the areas designated for official business, and cheerful near the usual gathering places." He opened his eyes and was about to go on with his explanation when he remembered who he was speaking to, and that he might never be able to go back home. The angel lowered his gaze trying not to show his sadness. The demon’s price for broccoli somehow seemed much higher than that of a carrot. "Was that enough?"

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Not seeing any interest in the angel in regard to the meat, Demon plopped another piece into his own mouth, chomping it quietly as he listened to the other explain heaven.

 

"Bright?" He whispered to himself, chewing on the meat as his eyes stared almost blankly at the wall ahead of him. As he looked, he briefly spotted where the other had cum earlier and chuckled to himself. That had been so fun! Who needed bright when you could have such pleasure?

 

Still, Demon was surprisingly fascinated with the small insight he received. Mostly oblivious to the emotional turmoil his question had rendered upon the other, Demon lost himself for a moment to his own thoughts.

 

Peaceful atmosphere? Cheerful? These were very close to foreign concepts to Demon, his world was filled with pain and hatred and darkness and malice. How could he ever understand such things? "Sounds..." fascinating. He changed his mind at the last moment, saying something different instead. "...boring. What good is all that? Business is ruthless and argumentative, not peaceful." He practically spat out. Though he couldn't deny the prospect of a cheerful social environment seeming nicer to constant aggression and backstabbing. Not that Demon would ever voice any of that! He would not allow anyone to ever see him as weak and useless. He snorted, unsettled in part by his own discovery as he got up. Tossing the broccoli and two others onto the floor.

 

"Eat." He snapped. "I'll take you to the bath house soon... we can continue this conversation there." And with that he stormed out, locking the cell door behind him and sitting at his desk. Needing something to do with his hands he took out his knifes and began to sharpen each of them. His eyes constantly falling upon the wing he torn from Arael's body.

 

Evidently he needed to replace memories of brightness and goodness with only sorrow and pain.

 

As one by one his blades sharpened under his will, Demon realised he needed to bend Arael to it also!

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The angel couldn’t help but smile wryly at Demon’s harsh outlook. He should’ve known the demon wouldn’t be pleased with the picture his words must have painted, but Arael had only told about the things that first came to mind when he thought about home. It couldn’t be helped if his captor found Heaven’s defining aspects boring.

 

A few vegetables were thrown to the floor and when Demon snapped at him to eat, Arael couldn’t help but wince. Apparently the demon’s good mood, where ever it had come from, was gone. Hearing about the bath house made him pale. That would mean… being naked and defenseless, possibly in front of an entire crowd of demons. The sound of the door slamming shut only distantly registered in the angel’s mind because it was too busy imagining the horrors that could happen to him later. Suddenly he wasn’t all that hungry anymore.

 

The last thought brought Arael’s eyes to the food on the floor. Even if he wasn’t hungry, he should probably still eat as much as possible. There was no guarantee he’d be given more anytime soon after all. Shaking his head to, at least temporarily, forget his dark thoughts about the near future, the angel knelt down and gathered the vegetables, cleaning them as well as he could in this situation before eating them one by one. He was lucky they hadn’t fallen to the bloody mess of bone and feathers by the wall. Arael was sure he wouldn’t have been able to put them in his mouth if they had, not even if he could’ve rinsed them with water first.

 

When he was done with his rather insubstantial meal, Arael went to settle down next to a wall, again leaning his left side to it. He even closed his eyes for the moment, though he was positive there would be no sleep for him right now. No matter how badly he wanted to be clean, the angel couldn’t help but dread the moment he would be taken to the bath house. He hoped there wouldn’t be anyone else, or if there were, Arael hoped his captor would not let them do what they wanted to him. If the worst happened, he wasn’t so sure he’d be able to survive.

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Demon couldn't have said how long he had sat there, sharpening his blades, each perfect by the time he returned them to their original positions. He felt calmer again, more... whole.... he supposed, centred. Sitting up he glanced at the wing on his desk.... the other would join it soon. That was the only way to bring the angel into the darkness.

 

Darkness. Corruption. Evil. Three words that Demon knew intimately. A glance at the clock informed him that it was dinner time, that would mean the baths would be quieter now. More peaceful. Not that that mattered to Demon, no one disturbed him when he was in the bathroom... no one.

 

Determined and decided he approached the angels cell once more. "Here Kitten, Kitten!" He taunted, "It's time to play!" Each word was spoken with a malicious tint, and he pressed a hand to the cock that was hardening behind his zipper once more. Distance.... and a remembrance of who and what is was!

 

Ignoring it for now he opened the door to the cell and entered, he approached fearlessly, not worried at all that the other might attack. Let him! "You look sleepy Kitten, perhaps having a bath will let you finally claim the rest you seek...." He half crouched over the guy, reaching down and wrapping that lovely hair around his fist once more. "I wonder what your hair would feel like caressing my cock?" He stated crudely. "I wonder... should I try that next.... or take your weeping, begging, slutty hole again?" With his other hand he brought it up and stroked the guys remaining wing. "What a pity...." He shrugged.

 

Then his white eyes snapped to the others, a seriousness crossing over his features. "Now listen Kitten.... you will do as I say.... you try to escape, and I will play with you until you beg, until you cry, until your wing is torn from your body and devoured by my brethren. If you try to get help I will fuck you until you are bloody and weeping. If you try to harm me, I will allow the others to have their fun with you after I am done with your body. Behave.... and although I might still fuck you.... I will make sure no one else touches you. Understood Kitten?"

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When Demon called to him, once more using the nickname, Arael opened his eyes. The angel hadn’t exactly been sleeping, but he hadn’t been far from it either. He didn’t have time to get up before his hair was grabbed, so he winced. Arael stared into the white eyes while listening to the threats pour out of the demon’s mouth like poison from a vial. Just like he had thought earlier, the creature was back to being cruel, and there was no sign of the person he’d had an almost decent conversation with just a while ago.

 

As Demon warned him against trying any kind of fleeing attempts, the angel knew he probably wouldn’t do any of that. Just escaping his captor would be of no use; he would still have no chance to get back to Heaven with only one wing. And getting help in a place full of demons was just plain impossible. Normally he probably would attack Demon to avoid being raped, but it would be so much worse to be taken by an entire group of demons… He shivered at the mere thought of that. As it stood, there seemed to be absolutely nothing he could do without making his own situation worse, so Arael slowly, hesitantly gave a single nod of his head as a sign of having understood.

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Demon was almost satisfied that he didn't get a response, that the guy didn't kick or scream or moan or argue, he just accepted it. "Good Kitten." He purred, a slow fang filled grin spreading over his face.

 

Releasing the guys hair he observed the chains, determining which to keep, which to leave. Carefully he unlocked and unhooked them until all that remained was a chain between the angels ankles and another between his wrists. He captured the guys chin, turning his head this way and that. "You would look so pretty with my collar around your neck." He leaned in and licked the guys cheek. "Mine.... all mine."

 

Not saying more he grabbed the chain betweens his wrists and yanked, setting a steady pace towards his target. Right now he didn't care if he had to half drag the guy, he was being stubborn... a dangerous mood for a torture demon to be in.

 

Thankful his target wasn't far, and with a fierce growl the two incubi that had been fornicating within shot to their feet and rushed out, their cheeks flushed and their bodies greased and covered in the fluids of sex. Disgusting creatures. But everyone had a place. The room was large, warm (though most of Hell was warm due to the fires), and clean. A giant walk in bath tub stood before them. He released the chain he was pulling and turned on the other, claws extending. "Too many clothes Kitten." Not that many still remained. With his claws he sliced free the remained tatters of material before stepping back and observing the other with lust filled eyes. "So very beautiful... I wonder if all of Gods angels are so perfect... or if it is just you. My beautiful angel."

 

Demon made quick work of his own clothing, standing naked before the other before walking into the bath and sitting on one of the bench like seats within. He patted the water, sending several drops splashing and a ripple upon the surface that seemed to reach for the guy as he grinned. "Come here Kitten."

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It looked like the angel’s silent answer had pleased Demon. Though the creature still wasn’t in a good mood, the dangerous edge in his voice seemed to have dulled a little bit. Arael knew that didn’t mean he’d get the easy way out, but at least it was better than nothing.

 

When his hair was released, the angel stood up and waited patiently while Demon took off some of the chains binding him. Then the demon took a hold of his jaw and inspected him from several angles. "You would look so pretty with my collar around your neck." Arael closed his eyes as the creature leaned closer to his face in order to lick him, but opened them again at the demon’s next statement. "Mine.... all mine." The angel thought it was weirdly possessive. Wasn’t he just another victim to be tortured? Why would Demon be so possessive over him?

 

Arael had no more time to ponder over his observation because suddenly he was tugged forward and had to concentrate on not falling over. Once he was back in balance he found it easy to follow in Demon’s wake. As they entered the bath hose, Arael blushed when he saw two other demons in the middle of having sex in such a public place. He was extremely relieved when his captor drove them away. Then they stopped for Demon to cut off the last pieces of fabric covering the angel and take a moment to… appreciate… what he saw. "So very beautiful... I wonder if all of Gods angels are so perfect... or if it is just you. My beautiful angel." Again, his captor was complimenting him possessively. Was this normal behavior for demons? Were they always like this towards new captives? Or was it just the novelty of having an angel at his mercy? Arael had no way of knowing, and he certainly wouldn’t ask Demon. Who knows what would be done to him if he voiced a question like that.

 

When he was called over, the angel started approaching the bath. At the water’s edge, he locked his eyes on his captor and went to settle down next to him, but left an arm’s length of room between them. Even when the pleasant heat of the water started relaxing some of his tense muscles, he kept watching Demon cautiously.

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Pleased when Arael didn't fight him and just did what he said. The guy even sat down without complaint. Demon grinned. "Good Kitten." He praised.

 

He sat in silence then, closing his eyes -though his other senses remained wide open- and just relaxed in the water. If truth be told, this was a slight indulgence for him. He liked the quiet of a bath.

 

Of course, knowing the other was with him he couldn't relax for too long. Opening his eyes and glancing over at the guy he smirked, slowly reaching for a cloth on the edge of the bath behind him. Dipping it into the water he stood and closed the distance between them, positioning himself between the guys legs. He brought the cloth up and wrung it out, placing it on the angels chest and washing the blood and grime away in small circles.

 

He didn't speak, didn't even taunt or tease, just gently washed the flesh below his fingers.

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When Demon closed his eyes, Arael watched him a little while before deciding he could relax a little more too. He didn’t move in order to not disturb the other, he didn’t want to draw his attention after all, but looked around. He hadn’t really noticed before how large the bath, and by extension the room, really was. He was also pleased to see it was surprisingly clean for a public space used by demons. No blood stains or piles of bones anywhere. Only the scraps of fabric sliced off of his body disturbed the picture.

 

The angel was so absorbed in his observations that he was startled when Demon started moving. His eyes snapped to the other, and watched as he took a wash cloth. Instead of starting to wash himself, the demon came to him and wrung the material. To Arael’s utter astonishment, it was then used to carefully rub away the filth on his chest. The angel opened his mouth to say something, he wasn’t sure what, but ended up staying silent. Demon could have some serious mood swings in his humble opinion. Or was this supposed to be a reward for being an obedient little Kitten and not trying to run? Was that it? Then Arael remembered his captor’s possessiveness from before. Could it be that he was cleaning the angel… like some would polish their prized belongings? He couldn’t come up with a better explanation for the gentle ministrations. After all, the other had said it himself; demons are incapable of love, right?

 

And why would I even think of love when all he has done is abuse and rape me? Arael worried his lower lip in frustration and nervously waited for Demon to finish.

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A comfortable silence, at least on Demon's behalf fell over him as he worked, his hands gently washing and caressing the flesh below his fingers. Soon the flesh begun to look a little better, the bruises shone brighter but with the blood gone Arael looked much cleaner and fresher. A blank canvas in many ways.

 

His bright white eyes searched the other softly, as if looking for something. He grunted a little, clearly not seeing it before he looked up into the others pretty little eyes and frowned deeper.

 

More silence surrounded them, cocooning them in a world of their ow. "Your turn." He said eventually said softly, taking the others hand and transferring the cloth from his own hand to the angels before sitting down on the ledge once more.

 

Curious as to how his angel would react, after all, he had been particularly silent since Demon had re-approached the cage... was it possible that he had simply warn the other out.... or was there another reason? Prayer? Blood-loss? Stubbornness?

 

"Tell me Kitten...." He started, reaching over to almost tenderly caress the others arm, "If God was able to hear you down here.... what would you say to him?"

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Demon started scrutinizing his body, for what Arael had no idea. What he saw must not have satisfied him, because he let out a displeased sound and frowned at the angel. Arael didn’t know what to do or say so he remained still and looked into his captor’s eyes silently for what felt like an eternity. "Your turn." He almost jumped when the demon finally spoke, even though the voice used was soft. For a moment the angel stared down at the wash cloth in his hand in confusion. Now the demon wanted him to return the favor? He turned to look at the creature sitting on the ledge. Had the other’s good mood returned? If so, it would be prudent of him to try and keep it so.

 

Arael slid closer and started to carefully clean the demon’s skin while now and then sneaking glances at his face. He was really nervous; this was the first time he’d touched his captor with any other intention than defending himself in his mind. When Demon spoke next, his hands stopped for a moment of hesitation. Then he continued his gentle ministrations and thought about it. What would he say to God right now? Honestly, he wasn’t entirely sure. Maybe he would ask for the reason of his capture, or perhaps he wanted to know if the two others had safely gotten back to Heaven. He might pray for help, strength, salvation… mercy. Arael settled for the truth and looked into his captors white eyes while whispering his answer. "I don’t know."

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Demon watched the guys reaction closely. It was clear he was uncomfortable, but Demon decided not to draw even more attention to it.... especially since it was clear he was behaving.... and Demon rather liked that. Liked the fact that he could almost pretend the other wanted be there as well... why he would wish for such thoughts was beyond him. After all, they were torturer and captor. Nothing else. But think them he did all the same.

 

When the guy spoke Demon observed him, and only when he was satisfied it was the truth did he inclined his head in acceptance. "I would be tempted to ask why.... if you have lost your faith." He commented dryly but shrugged. "But I find I am not in the mood to torment you like that right now." Instead he reached out and placed a hand upon the others chest, caressing the muscles and flesh there. It was warmed by the water, and irresistible.

 

"How does you arse feel?" He asked, tracing his fingers down the others chest and back up. Soft and gentle movements that could so quickly change, that contradicted what Demon really was. A torture demon. And a bloody good one too. Still, he knew the warm water should sooth the others abused muscles a little.

 

Perhaps in many ways Demon appeared unstable, it was probably true too, but in many ways Demon found himself simply conflicted. He couldn't resist the body before him, the way it taste, the sounds it made, even those shining white wings upon his back! Well, wing now he supposed. Maybe that was why Demon was so sure he had to remove the remaining one, to remove the sight that made him... feel.

 

Feelings were bad, and they only led to trouble.

 

"My father wants you." He said after a moment, almost absently, an evil smirk crossing over his features. "But I told him no." He moved to cup the others cheek. To squeeze the flesh there. "Who do you belong to Arael?" He repeated his earlier question, this time using the guys name instead of Kitten.

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When Demon asked if he'd lost his faith, Arael was about to tell him it wasn't like that. That he knew God would watch over all of his children even if he might be unable to directly help them. He didn't though, because the demon said he wasn't in the mood. The angel continued staring in his captor's eyes, trying to convey he wasn't lost, without using words the demon didn't want to hear.

 

The hand moving over his chest only barely registered in his mind until Demon spoke again. "How does your arse feel?" The angel instantly blushed. "What!?" His voice was just a flustered squeak in response to the inappropriate direction the conversation was suddenly taking. First he talks about God and suddenly his mind is in the gutter; what is wrong with this person? Remembering he had just been asked a question, Arael turned his face down and muttered embarrassedly. "I guess I'll live..."

 

"My father wants you... But I told him no." His eyes snapped back to the demon's face, and a hand rose to the angel's cheek. Soon the gesture turned possessive once again. "Who do you belong to Arael?" Arael's expression turned sad. Couldn't the other think of him as anything else but a thing to own? "If I must belong to someone, then that someone would be God."

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The way the angel indignantly squeaked out 'what' made Demon chuckle. Such an innocent. And even though his virginity had been ripped from him in such a brutal way he still acted like he was still one. Perhaps in some ways he was.... perhaps he needed to chose to complete the act for his virginity to truly be spent. Either way Demon was happy enough considering he was the first person to ever penetrate the other, no one else could ever claim that!

 

"True. No one has ever died from a good fucking before. I doubt very well you will be the first." He taunted, shrugging his shoulders and dismissing that train of thought completely.

 

Perhaps Demon was being possessive, but in his world that was all he knew. It was all a show of collections and things and proving you had the power to keep them. Demon didn't know any other way to be. Wouldn't even know where to start if he wanted to change!

 

Of course, Arael didn't give him the answer he wanted and the hand that had been caressing the others cheek shifted to hold his chin firmly once more, a move he seemed to use a lot around the guy. His fangs flashed as a rumbling growl vibrated through his chest and was ripped from him. "I protect you and that is what you say to me!" His anger was mounting. "God can go screw himself! He can't have you! I won't let you ever return to him!" He moved until their heads were so close they were only a hair away from touching. "I will corrupt you and break you so badly that no one but me will ever want you again!" He snarled, his fangs even more on display than before.

 

"Perhaps you need a reminder of just what I can do to you!"

 

Swiftly his hand pulled at the chain between the guys hands and tugged until the guy was leaning over the lip of the bath, wasting no time he scooted himself into position behind the other, leaning in to nuzzle the base of the wing that remained. "What shall we so first? Fuck? Or rip off your remaining wing?" They were rhetorical questions really, Demon didn't care for an answer. He already knew exactly what he was going to do!

 

With one arm he wrapped it around the others waist, pulling him close to his chest and keeping him locked in position as his other hand trailed lower. Feeling unforgiving he forced two fingers into the others wounded hole. It was still slightly stretched from their earlier play, and the torn muscle gave way easy enough for him. "Such a slutty little hole you have here Kitten. I'm going to enjoy fucking you raw!" He scissored his fingers, forced them to work the guy open enough for his cock. In the mood Demon was currently in he knew he was going to be brutal!

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Arael knew his answer would anger the demon, and he was right. The other growled and bared his fangs before speaking. "I protect you and that is what you say to me!" The first thing out of the creature's mouth made anger flash in Arael's eyes too. Protect? Is that what ripping off my wing was? Was raping me supposed to be a form of protection? Before he had time to voice his thoughts, Demon continued by cursing God and telling Arael he could never go back to Heaven. The last threat was enough to silence the angel's protests. He knew he'd thought about it before, had acknowledged the possibility, but hearing it again from his captor's mouth made it all the more real.

 

"Perhaps you need a reminder of just what I can do to you!" Next thing he knew he was half out of the water, leaning over the bath's edge with the Demon at his back. At his only remaining wing. "What shall we so first? Fuck? Or rip off your remaining wing?" Without waiting for an answer his captor took him into a restraining hold, effectively preventing him from struggling too much, and shoved a couple fingers into his already abused backside and started spreading him open. Arael whined because of the sudden burn.

 

Demon's dirty words encouraged him to try and struggle, but it was hard in his current position. The chain connecting his hands was under his body in such a way he could barely move his hands at all. He could move his legs, but even that was horribly ineffective as the bath wall obstructed him from drawing up his knees and thus getting any power at all behind his kicks. He did try though, but it it was all hopeless. Arael could do nothing but resign to his fate.

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"That's right Arael... fight me.... I like it so much better like that!" He taunted, running his fangs over the others back, reminding the other of Demon's like of biting.

 

He didn't hide who he was, in that moment he simply took what he wanted, a stray foot would get him every now, and though he would snarl and growl a little he simply carried on as if nothing had happened.

 

Not bothering with preparing the other too much he simply pulled out his fingers and replaced it with his cock, ramming home hard and fast, like a viper striking its unwitting prey, burying himself to the hilt.

 

The hand holding the other close drew lazy circles upon his chest before his fingers dug in softly, he moved so that his mouth was close to the others ear. His breath hot and heavy as he started to move, thrusting into the other with near brutal force. "Do you know what my father wants to do to you?" He asked, his words slightly broken given the force of his exertion. "He wants to rip you open, examine your innards while you watch, pull out several of your organs and show them to you before he eats them. He wants to rape you, and then watch as his cronies do the same. All at the same time. Three cocks in your arse and two in your mouth. He will make you scream in the worst kind of way. And when he is done sewing you back up.... he will burn you, cooking you alive before eating your flesh.... but he won't kill you. No, that would be a mercy. Instead he will heal you up and then do it all over again.... again and again.... until finally there is nothing left for him to eat." He slammed inside of the other hard, as if trying to prove a point. Demon was used when they wanted the others to remain alive.... his fathers talents lay in far darker fields.

 

Okay, it was wrong to try and convince the other of the cruelty of others as he raped the guy, and he had removed the guys wing... planned on removing the other shortly too..... but Demon was annoyed and not exactly thinking straight.

 

He kissed the ear he was speaking into before pulling back, the hand that had been in the guys arse now moving to wrap the pretty hair around his fist once more, better leverage. "I could make you feel good you know.... I don't have to be so cruel to you." He whispered, his words not actually for the other.