Not So Holy Anymore Are You, Raphael? [CorruptedHatred]

Renesmee Cullen

Nothing impressive in the city. Not today. Raphael sighed as he stared out the bus window running his fingers over the thin glass. What had Michael told him before this had all started? Oh yes. The teen was apparently on some sort of probation. He was surprised he was given more then just one chance though. He sighed running the small piercing on his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Some of the reasons why he was on probation included the piercings he had gotten about a year ago, the tattoo of a cross on his back, his sarcasm, his lazy attitude, and the list went on. He really didn't understand why he was such a problem. He still did his job. Sure he seemed lazy but honestly, he was doing a lot better then Michael and Gabriel. He had made small comments now and then, claiming they were probably getting in each other's pants when the big man wasn't looking. He rubbed his cheek a little at the thought. Gabriel had a rather violent reaction to the suggestion, not only had he gotten a bruise on his cheek but he had been sentenced to go to low rank work on earth. Patrol. What a waste of his time.

Raphael's bright blue eyes stared out at the street. Hooker. Hooker. Druggie. Hooker. Idiot looking for a Hooker. Cop. There was no way he was going to try with some of those people. They were lost, he could see it. The bus came to a sudden stop and Raphael gasped, his head making contact with the seat before him. "God, fucking damnit," he hissed as he put his hand to his head. It hadn't hurt. No nothing was suppose to hurt until the temperature hit zero. His cheeks were a soft pink as he looked up at the bus driver and sighed. Raphael simply slipped off the bus and walked out onto the street, shoving his hands into his pockets. The big man had a sense of humour. Raphael did not appreciate that fact however. He was suppose to learn something about humiliation by getting off on every little bit of pain someone dished out. How was he not suppose to feel humiliated when a demon stabbed him and he got hard?

The angel ran a hand through his soft blonde hair and he shook his head before heading down the street. He'd hit the graveyard before going to the club. There normally were a few lost souls wandering the stupid place. He shook his head before heading down the street to the small graveyard. The angel's eyes gazing over all the tombstones. Really, why did he to do such low shit? Didn't they have guardian angels for this shit? "Fucking asshole," he breathed before hearing thunder, despite there not being a single cloud in the sky. "I won't fucking take that back you old geezer!" he yelled.

He moved over to one of the many tombstones. It honestly looked more like a statue to him. He frowned seeing a cat on top of it and he moved up to it reaching up to grab it. Stupid animal. Sitting on such an important thing. He paused when his fingers fell short of reaching the animal. "I swear. What ever you were thinking when you made me small and look like a teenager. It wasn't funny," he hissed as he looked at the sky. God and his fucking sense of humor. The man had no idea how awkward it was to face a demon and have them demand to see his real form. He was in his fucking real form. Well, besides his wings being tucked in underneath his flesh. But it wasn't like he grew taller and suddenly had a six pack. Bastard. That fucking bastard.

CorruptedHatred

No one would be blessing the almighty the moment they saw him.

At least that was how he saw things, body sprawled against the nearest tombstone as his eyes befell the dark sky above. A few roaming cats had come to his side, resting at the ends of his feet in addition to his stomach as he simply laid there. Time wasn't one of his keepers, only hunger as he let out a slight grunt. Shifting as the cat on his stomach squeaked out a hiss as he nearly flattened the poor creature with his body. Form going limp against the cold stone that he knew well, he was swimming to and from slumber. Having been 'bathing' in the sun for the hell of it earlier this morning and later afternoon. No pigment had come to his skin, refusing to kiss the demon with any sign of the golden rays from above. Pale white skin of a milky variety cloaked his form, giving the illusion that the tall man could be signed heavily by the sun's rays. The truth in the matter was funnier than his humor, by several volumes. The demon wasn't a child of the sun, rather the moon- sporting a tattoo like crescent over his right eye which stretched with a deafening scar that split the tip of his lips before diving down his chin towards his chest. It stopped short towards the end of his neck, mangling any 'pretty' appearance the man could give off to others. Not that he ever really gave that off so much, Rough was a better term to describe the creature rising to his waist.

Claw like fingertips stretching out to the feline friends that seemed to follow him at a constant. It wasn't his problem really, he had once taken care of a cat boy for the hell of it; bringing the boy under his wings until the child had perished; cats now relying on the demon as a true friend. As the saying goes 'if a black cat crosses your path bad luck will follow'- it seemed that that 'bad luck' was indeed him. Most saw the being as an unnamed entity that death even failed to come near to, that was the rumors. Brushing his hands against his black pants that where loaded with patch work he slowly stood. The cats meowing softly towards the demon as he raised one to his face, planting a weak kiss to the pussy's nose. "sorry" he said simply to the cat before placing him down. He hadn't meant to trample the poor creature under his limber yet bulky body.

A cascading mixture of colors framed his face; black, white and silver gray made it nearly impossible for one to choose which was his real hair color as he started to walk. Form unbelievably light against the ground as he went, hearing the cat nearby Raphael meow slightly annoyed by the angel's attempt at gathering him. Coming up behind the other he held a soft smile despite his demeanor that reeked of death and chaos, "Yune" he purred out, watching as the cat jumped to the man's head then towards the arms of the demon. Swiftly sitting in the demon's embrace as his fingers played against the cat's head. They where all his pets at this point, each having a name that fit well to their personality; this one reminding his specifically of the neko he had once raised. Holding a slightly orange color and silky texture to its fur with eyes of a strong defiant green. Crane's own eyes where a dark red that resonated a more vibrant ruby at times; now that he beheld the angel he smirked slightly. "Are you lost or trying to find something?" he asked, somewhat amused by his pure luck.

One could feel a slight flutter of wings, but they where not to be seen by the mortal eye- nor anyone for the moment being. The black mysteries at the back of the demon standing before the other. Nothing to him was completely out of the ordinary, then again anything out of the ordinary was hidden at this point; a bit like how the angel hid his wings.

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Renesmee Cullen

The sound of someone's voice startled Raphael and he quickly faced the strange demon. He watched the other for the moment before deciding to try and play it cool. No need to fight yet. He shoved his hands into his pockets and looked up at the sky. "No, I'm not lost," he said as he looked at the demon before him. His eyes watched every little move. He felt rather bothered by the fact anyone, besides himself, was lurking in the graveyard. "My mother was buried here," he lied before moving away from the tombstone, he glanced at the name and sighed. "I miss her a lot," he said softly. "I'm not in town often so I decided I'd come to see her."

Raphael decided to avoid eye contact, he was growing uneasy as the seconds went by. His heart began to pound furiously in his chest and he backed up a little before he tripped, sadly, over his own feet. His head quickly made contact with the tombstone he had been by and he let out a moan. His cheeks a deep red as he put his hands on the back of his head, he wasn't bleeding but it he knew it was bruising. "Fucking, hell." he murmured softly before huffing a little. Baseball. Think Sports. Football. Fuck. He never liked sports anyways. He sat on the ground for the moment, rubbing the back of his head and shifting his legs a little.

"That's embarrassing," he murmured softly. "Tripping my own two feet," he sighed as he shook his head a little. "I'll just...go now," he said as he got up, brushing himself off and rubbing his head again. Think depressing thoughts, think depressing thoughts. Drowning puppies, raping little kids, abuse, prostitution, sex. Wait, what? Sex? No! That wasn't depressing. What the fuck was that. Raphael let out a small grunt as he looked down. "You wouldn't know any good places where I might be able to get laid would you?" he asked the other then. Might as well ask. Honestly, what was the harm in getting laid? It wasn't forbidden, simply very inappropriate. What the hell did he have to lose? He was getting excited anyways. Might as well go drinking and get himself some one who'd be willing to bed him. Couldn't be that hard.

He dug around his pockets then before pulling out a cigarette and a lighter and he lit it before taking a nice long drag of the cancer stick. He exhaled after a moment and sighed. "So do you know any good places?" he asked. He knew he was being rather awkward, for meeting someone for the first time. Like he cared though. He didn't want a fight. Not tonight. He was bored. Fighting was not a good cure for boredom, it only dished out the humiliation. Besides, he couldn't tell if this was a human or just a really odd human male. It wouldn't have been the first time he had mistaken a human for a demon. He knew his vision was getting worse and his ability to sense the supernatural all but gone since a three decades ago.

CorruptedHatred

He listened to the other, wondering exactly why the angel was lying to him. The scent of such a thing filled his nostrils as the man tried to do whatever he could to avoid eye contact with him, that was until he had stumbled over his own two feet- going head long into a tombstone. Scaring a cat he had named Ren from behind the stone as he let out a moan. Crane felt a brow creep upward on his face as he watched the other 'stumble' about words and all. That had been quite a fall, though nothing that would make a sane individual moan about it; then it crossed his mind. Was the other a masochist? The thought bubbled in his head profusely- he loved those sort of men, wanting to only associate with them, but then again; simply hearing someone scream was music to his ears as well.

Watching as the other tended to his wound, he could see that he was trying to focus on something else. Crane drew closer to the man, allowing the cat in his arms to spring forward and come up by the other side- he rode against the man's side softly purring a bit. Yune couldn't quite help it, he was indeed attracted to those that where different than normal humans, one reason why he had been found by the man in the first place. Somewhat like a decoy and signal for his master. The cat's orange-y white ears twitched slightly as he waited for some sort of payment, some sort of affection from the man sitting there. Then the man rose, Yune sticking by his side as he let out a meow; still waiting.

"Are you so desperate that you want to go find some hooker or something?" he asked putting in his two sense as Ren- a white and black cat went to his side, sitting down. The cat meowed softly before rubbing his leg. "Why don't you try a bar, but wouldn't that be a bit against your religion?" he said- he wasn't pointing out that the other was an angel just yet, he was just beating around the bush to feel out the man. Showing a rather friendly side or about as friendly as he could be. Taking a few steps forward he eyed the other "... what's your name?" he asked, if the other was going to go with the grave story he might as well drag out the other's torture as much as he could. Next would be can you show me where she's buried? and possibly some more after that. For now he'd simply feel out the angel.

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Renesmee Cullen

Raphael sighed tossing the cigarette down and stepping on it before he picked up the cat and holding it in his arms while stroking his back gently. "Whores are expensive and dirty," he murmured. "I don't know where the bars are either," he admitted before shaking his head a little. "No, I don't really have a religion. I mean, I think there is a god, but I don't know which religion is right," he told the demon before gazing off to the side. When the other started to move towards him he took a small step back. "My name?" he asked softly before pausing for a moment. "Raphael," he replied, not bothering with a last name since he knew this trick. Give a last name only to find out there was no one with that name here. He looked at the graves around him before letting out a slightly depressed sigh. Graveyards were no fun to be in if you weren't helping the lost souls.

The angel continued to stroke the cat's back and he looked over towards the demon, grinning a little. "Your name?" he purred before suddenly his brows narrowed. The other seemed a little weird. Too weird to be human now. He moved towards him before setting the cat down and he placed a hand on the other's shoulder without a thought. "Or would you rather keep that a secret?" he asked as he quickly closed the space between them, putting it so that his body was up against the demons. Fucking urges. Ah well. He needed to get laid. He didn't give a crap if he got a lecture because of his actions. "Would you like to fuck?" he whispered into the demons ear and watched him. The angel couldn't stand it, he was turned on from the bloody fall. He wouldn't make it to a damn bar. It was this guy or a fucking cat. He'd rather the guy.

"I guess I am fucking desperate," he laughed before leaning back and turning his back to the demon. "I doubt you're any better. Hanging out with all these cats. You want want some kind of action don't you?" he asked as he stretched a little, his shirt rising up a little and showing the bottom of his cross tattoo. It quickly disappeared when he lowered his arms though. "Play with me," he grinned as glanced over his shoulder and at the demon. He wanted to see if this really was a demon. If it was he'd jump him instantly, wouldn't he? Demons were hounds as far as Raphael was concerned. Then again, any horny human would probably jump him too. Perhaps he should have thought this one through.

CorruptedHatred

The name was enough to make his certain of who he was with. 'Raphael' who else but an angel or a Christian really had that name-- at least that was how he saw it as he watched the other back away from him intimidated to some degree. It was understandable, but why should he be? The other refused to give a last name, quickly destroying the little 'game' the angel had started in the first place. Well well, not a sport then? The cat meowed softly in his arms, happy to get a payment as he was held against the other's chest. Rubbing up against he other Yune calmed down quite a bit while in the angel's embrace. Meowing much like before as he was placed down he turned to eye Crane and the angel.

With the touch of the angel to his shoulder, he grinned. "Crane" it didn't seem much like a name for a demon nor a human; much more like an alias that one goes under. Indeed it was, but that was the name he choose to dominate others with. Surely the Angel had heard of him somewhere? The question was where. Easily he could smell the change in bodily chemicals that the angel gave off- something was much stronger than before. Maybe it was testosterone? Maybe it was something else, but it was indeed something towards the playful side as their bodies pressed together. The other's member becoming apparent as he spoke- fuck? Oh yes that was something rather eloquent that the angel was asking from a demon. Not that he truly minded it at all, wouldn't the gorgeous place around them where people paid respects to the dead enjoy to individuals of different circumstances doing it atop their rolling bodies? Nothing was more romantic than that.

His dark eyes flickered, a red showing purely against a white background as the man turned. Showing the tattoo with a slight flick of his outfit. The other was surely playing with him to the point of desperation. Had the angel ever gone after a demon before? That was a question for another being at another time. The look in his own eyes was distinct as he saw the man glance back at him. "Can't bite the bullet long enough to pass it off?" he hissed towards the angel as he came towards him, slowly hanging his arm around the smaller frame as he drew him to his side. He was going to be casual in the graveyard for this one. "Or are you swallowing more than you can chew?" he purred in the other's ear, tongue rolling darkly against the angel's earlobe. The cats around purred darkly at watching the demon, rarely did they see him show any affection to others and here he was after the angel. Yune twitched his ears turning to Ren as the white and black cat shook it full body before laying down. They knew the demon rather well- to the point that the demon would be willing to do it here with all the feline around. Besides they helpede warn him of things.

With a slight flutter of his wings one could see that as he stared at the angel his true form rose slowly. The small wings that gave off the silent gusts where attached to his head near the back, being close to simple outlines of dark bat wings as they fluttered before pinning up against the back of his head. They didn't seem completely solid, simply made of the night around them. With them a set of what looked to be angel antenna at the front of his head peeked out from under a few bangs at his front; they where devastated with dark energy that had seized them a long time ago. Soon his wings (against his back) would appear, showing something about the demon that seemed unbelievably warped.

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Raphael raised a brow at the name. That was clearly a cover name. He shook his head lightly and laughed as he watched the demon. His eyes narrowed as he stood there thinking for the moment. The other was certainly very interesting though he wasn't sure if it was such a good idea to let the other get this close. "Crane? Crane is a weird name. Is it it nickname? He asked as he felt the hair on the back of his neck start to stand. This probably was stupid, but Raphael was all about making stupid decisions now, wasn't he? The angel felt his body tense for a moment before he blushed faintly a thought quickly coming across his mind.

His eyes slowly looked into the others and he watched him searching and reading the other. He needed to know what he was facing. Sure he needed to get laid but he knew he didn't need to be killed. Was this the sort of demon who would kill him or take him hostage after? He could deal with black mail, but being a slave or killed was simply out of the question. He sighed before he thought to himself and wondered. Too much thinking, he concluded after awhile. "Hmm...Yeah. I don't really know what you're talking about. I just want a fuck," he yawned. "What's this bullshit about a bullet and chewing?" he asked before looking at the other before running his fingers over the demon's chest then. "Hmm, talking about swallowing," he started and grinned letting one hand run down the other's body and he placed it at the front of his crotch. "I can suck you off if you want to start that way," he grinned.

The flutter of the demons wings alarmed him and he moved back for a moment. He watched the other for a moment before he dropped to his knees before the demon. "Hmm, do you want a fuck?" he whispered as he ran his fingers over the creature's thighs and looked up at him with lustful eyes. "If you don't say yes now, I'm leaving. I'll just fuck one of your cat's and go," he told him, his voice suddenly cold, almost chilling. The angel was annoyed he needed something. He needed attention, and god fucking damnit, he was going to get it. The angel glared at the other, as if telling the other that if he played with him he would regret it. The archangel didn't want a fight, but he'd take the other down if he thought he'd mess with the angel's head. "Fuck me," he demanded.

Raphael bit down on his bottom lip before deciding he would go ahead before he got a reply. He moved his hands undoing the demon's pants and yanking them down before he leaned in and licked the prize he desperately wanted. What better way was there to show a demon that you weren't all talk? He grinned as he licked the tip before taking it into his mouth. He held onto it with one hand as he started to suck and work on him. He was just daring the other to try and stop this. There was no way he was going to let the demon back out now that he was starting to get something, anything. He wasn't sure suddenly though. Thinking back to how he had tripped and how he moaned, had the demon noticed that Raphael had gotten off on the pain? Would he take advantage of that? Didn't matter. He wanted sex, and pain was pleasure to Raphael. Being beaten would be some kind of foreplay to the angel. He bet his god was pissed that Raphael was learning to accept this curse.

CorruptedHatred

The other was very much tempting as she started to taunt him, laying a hand at his pants where his valuables rested. He was simply begging for it, going deeper and deeper into the pit he had created while trying to bring the demon before him with him. There seemed to be no ulterior motive on the angel's part, he just wanted a nice good fuck. The other seemed alarmed by his change, horns and wings yet was swiftly to his knees. was he trying to bring a peace offering? He wasn't even sure until he heard the words from the other's lips. 'Hmm, do you want a fuck?' well that was clearly obvious of the other as he started to submit to him willingly. This wasn't what the other angels would have done, not that he was complaining. He felt the fingers that traced his legs, feeling the desperate touch that coursed over his body hungrily. This Raphael was acting much like the demon would when he was in a bit of heat, not that he was so far away from it now as he heard the other offer to do the felines around.

They weren't into that. He was sure of it as he watched the other, grabbing hold of his head as if a means of saying 'stay down there'. "Testy testy" he purred out finally, listening to how aggravated the angel was getting at the thought of mind play and being screwed in a nasty way. Then the other took the offensive, going after his pants until he could feel a slight breeze from the cold graves around. He was bare when it came to his hips and knees, his ankles holding the clothing he had once worn well around his waist to keep himself warm. Crane was cut off guard completely as the other went straight up to his member and started to work his own magic on him. The lick drew made him inwardly draw in air with a stifle gasp as he felt his member go into a warm cavity. Looking down he saw his precious inside the other's mouth, feeling the sucking motion that brought his lions to swiftly swell with emotion. One could easily bring him down if they took that into consideration.

The movements made his mind slightly cloudy as a hand wrapped round his large member. His eyes narrowed slightly as his hand grew tight around the other's skull, pulling him closer to his loins as his other hand swiftly dug into the other's arm. Ah yes he could remember that the angel before him went off on pain, but he was to wrapped up in his own pleasure to even think of that. It had been quite a while since he had done it with anyone, let alone been forced into something like this. Not like many would want to. As if ashamed his large wings went around the two, shielding the sight of the two from the sight of those around. The black strong wings that sat at the top of his back at his shoulder blades covered the other rather well as his second set under that which was a faded gray hid him well as it stretched upward. After that the set under the gray which was a stark white- something to startling to see on a demon brushed a the ground, protecting his feet from sight. To a passing human they would simply see the cats, no one there being done.

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Raphael gazed up at the other as he worked on pleasuring the demon before him. His cheeks were a deep red as he felt a tingling sensation creep up his back, making him think for the moment that there might be a hand or spider crawling up it. He sighed as he continued to move back and forth on the length and groan. His cheeks a deep red as he watched him for the moment. His heart pounding in his chest as he licked and nipped the tender flesh. Raphael knew it wasn't good. It was never a good sign to simply bow down before a demon. His mind began to drift as he became fully immersed in the moment. He wasn't sure, despite all the fight in him he always felt so submissive, so ready to give in and do what someone else wanted. The angel's soft fingers ran over the other's inner thighs and moved up and cupped the demon's balls in one hand and he began to stroke him with the other.

He didn't care if the other saw him as a whore, or if anyone else did. This was his god's fault. You couldn't give such a twisted curse without expecting there to be some kind of dark result. Raphael loved who he was now. He didn't care for one second what anyone else thought. The angel looked up at the other, pausing for a moment and he grinned when the wings wrapped around them. "I guess that means you're up for this," he purred before he took the other into his mouth again, he tried to take the other in completely, he managed too, though it took two tries since he hadn't really done this before. His smaller frame trembling as he gazed up at the other, begging for some kind of release from the other. He wanted to move onto the next thing. He wanted them to get down to the sex. Raphael's own body ached and cried for attention.

(Sorry it's abit short xD The third paragraph was just uber shit >.> I'll return to having more posts next time)

CorruptedHatred

The other was doing quite a service for him. Something he would willingly go into as well as he felt the other get more immersed in the project at hand. He gasped outwardly towards the other, feeling warm hands against his inner thighs. His body thrusting forward from the motions that started to take it further into a sexual state of mind. His body felt hot from this already, member going ridged in the other's mouth cavity as he continued to work on him. His balls being fondled by the hands of the angel as his own long fingers started to draw the other's head and body close by dragging him forward. He wouldn't want this moment to end, the pleasure which started to course through his veins. Flooding his mind as he produced a soft moan, lips opening to let the sound ring in the other's ears along with his own. Wasn't that something that he wanted? Recognition for the magic he was working down below as his hips and pelvis worked together, pushing against the other's form in hopes of drowning him with his member.

Hearing the other's works he purred out in an aroused manner "Indeed angel" his tongue licking his own lips hungrily. The though of getting down and dirty with an angel wasn't something he persay opposed, if he had this would have never happened in the first place. Right? His tip started to spill precum as if crying while being inhaled by the other- the grip on the angel's head getting tighter by the moment as his other hand started to ram the other towards his member as his pelvis thrusted. If the other didn't want to even move at this point, he wouldn't need to- the strength of the demon above him was doing a rather large part of it all.

(Sorry it's small on my part, lets just keep going and hope to improve <3)

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Renesmee Cullen

Raphael groaned as he heard the other speak and he gasped as the other started to get a little more aggressive. He closed his eyes out of instinct and he placed his hands on the other's thighs. The angel trying to make the demon slow down just a little. Sure he wanted it, but he also needed to make sure he had enough time to breath. The archangel trembled and let out a faint whimper. It didn't hurt, but he was starting to grow uneasy. Fuck. This was bad. Maybe he shouldn't have done this. He was still rather aroused, but he was starting to panic now that he felt that someone else was in control of the entire situation. Normally there would have been some kind of interference in a situation like this. Gabriel and Michael would appear to help their brother. However they did not show.

They were punishing him. He felt tears start to fall from his eyes. He may have been tough, but he wasn't that tough. He couldn't deal with the fact that his 'family' had abandoned him. Was he disowned? he had no idea. He just knew they weren't coming to help their little brother. Raphael placed his hands firmly on the demons thighs and tried to push away. He wouldn't do this. No. He couldn't! He was an angel! He realized he wasn't doing something he should.

The angel's wings began to move around under his skin. Through his shirt small bulges could be seen growing and moving. He panicked though, he knew he shouldn't otherwise the wings would tear his flesh, but he did. His eyes widened as his flesh made an painful tearing sound and he screamed against the demon. Tears rolling down his cheeks. It hadn't hurt, the scream wasn't a pained one either. The angel panted, his cheeks a deep red as his wings spread blood dripping down his back and down his feathers. The angel was humiliated. He couldn't know if the demon could tell but he had found his own release, and the mess was inside his pants. He felt rather ashamed now and he wanted this whole mess to stop.

CorruptedHatred

The resistance didn't do a thing for him, he simply went on as he forced the other through the rest of the process he had started. Feeling his hands press against his thighs, the angel would be a vessel of his. That would be the end of it, he'd be something he used at will if he could ensnare him and mark him. With his nails cementing to a degree to the other's head he wouldn't be letting him go, even as tears spilled down the poor angel's head from the demon's fury and the abandoned emotions that engulfed him. Then he could feel the hands even stronger at his thighs- he wasn't budging pressing his weight into the ground as the angel went through his phases. Raphael should have thought of this well before he started to tempt Crane. There was no way of reversing time.

The sound of torn flesh catch his attention as the other screamed in pain against him. The scream itself giving him great pleasure to the point that his ridge member released into the wide and pleasured individual that he was forcing this too. Hearing the pants against his member made him licks his lips as his eyes snapped to the red cheeks of the angel swiftly after the bloody sight before him. The other had brought out his wings in a bloody fury, tearing up his back in a reminiscent manner of how a butcher carved meat. About as bloody as it came. Pressing down against the other as he pulled his stimulated member from the angel's mouth he started to force himself upon the man. He had sealed himself and his body to the man hovering dangerously with strengthening weight above. Not had the thought of the other getting his release came to his mind, it hadn't even crossed as he pressed his body heavily against the man below him.

Form going down upon the angel like a boulder upon a brittle body; smothering it. His hands snapped at the ground, locking his fingers into the cemetery area as his knees pinned against the man's hips- he was giving the other some room for below as he pulled at the fabric that hung around his legs. Wings beating down against the other's in a jealous manner as the set behind his head seemed to enlarge in a slight anger. The wings at the back of his head which admittedly could shift from one form to another had picked up on the panic in the angel and wished against fearing the other. Quickly he snapped his teeth at the other's neck, wanting to mare the beautiful flesh that had been saved from the tearing of his back- he wanted to press his teeth hard into the angel's neck and mark him much like a vampire would; yet a mark would appear rather than two holes- one with crossed wings among a rune that would glow as if it where carved to his skin. That was how Crane- known as Volcan claimed his victims. Indeed some walked these very streets being drawn in by his hunting whispers that tormented the back of their minds to yield to him.

"Be mine Raphael" he purred with his fangs in the other's neck, dead and center. The mark would take the bite and the ingest of the demon's blood. Otherwise it would become inactive and possibly fade with time. That was if the other was lucky enough to pull that off with the demon already latched on him.

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Renesmee Cullen

Raphael trembled and whimpered as he watched the demon before him. "I'm not going to be your slave, you asshole!" he screamed angrily before moving to strike the other with his arm. He had an idea what the other was planning. It didn't take much to see it. He swallowed a few times, tasting the demons release in his mouth. The cum was good. He had to admit it. He knew he was a slut for liking it but he wouldn't be able to help it. The angel liked doing sinful things. He felt himself tremble once he swallowed enough and he groaned softly. He placed his hands on the other's chest and tilted his head to the side exposing his neck to the demon. His eyes were glazed and he felt everything becoming numb around him.

Raphael had only come across one being who could do this before. Damien. Lucifer's son. Damien was not exactly as terrible as many people believed he would be. If anything he was a shy guy. Sure he had his temper but he never wanted to hurt anyone. Damien always went by the name Omen however. He claimed it was the best way for him to remember what he was. Omen strongly believed that he wasn't a bad guy and god had some master plan for him. The circumstances between Raphael and Omen meeting each other was complicated but simple at the same time. Omen had ran from his father and been cursed. Lucifer had forced a curse onto his own son to make sure he could kill, intentional or not. It was Omen's eyes that did a man and women in. Just looking into his eyes would kill you. The last thing you would see was the red ring around his pupils before you're body froze up and was consumed in pain. Every inch of your body would begin to bleed and there would be no wounds. Once all the blood was gone, you would rot in seconds until you were nothing but dust. Omen had done this to his first love. He had no idea it would happen. He had no idea what the curse had done.

The cursed demon sat on top of one of the tombstones, his jet black hair covering his eyes. He had the look that most would describe as emo, though it was only because he needed to cover his eyes. His bangs were long but the back of his hair short. He hated long hair. The demon was not small like Raphael. He was nothing terribly big either. He simply resembled that of a twenty year old man, with a muscular body. Nothing too much of course. Omen was just the right kind of body frame. One many would gush over and call a god. He hated that fact. It always drew people to him and he had to toss them back. He sat there now his palm facing upwards and a small white flame floating just above it. He controlled Raphael, the angel's friendship to the cursed demon enough to keep the angel under his spell. "Don't hide it Raphael, I know you. You want a fuck. You want to be someone's bitch. You want to be used and abused. Even before you're curse. You always liked the pain."

Raphael trembled as his hands held onto Crane's shoulders and he kept his neck exposed. "Make me yours," he whispered. The angel trembling. "I want to be used by you, and abused." he whispered. "Treat me like the whore you know I can be," he told him. The angel's bright angelic blue eyes gazing off at the tip of his own wings. They were limp, he felt like a sedated animal. He was growing more tired as Omen held control over him, forcing the emotions and needs Raphael would normally keep silent, out into the open.

"That's it," Omen purred softly. "Give yourself to the demon."

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First the other was fighting then calming down to the point of close to death. It was like the other was bipolar or something around that effect as the angel willingly exposed his neck to the elongated fangs that gleamed in the darkness. His wings seemed to slowly pull back, who would really come to a grave to see such a display. Not many sane people for sure. Hands gripping his shoulders where admitted their place as he slowly sunk his teeth in with a hunger that the other held in his lusts. Drawing the other close as begged him for the darkness that would envelope him, the seal slowly appeared on the angel's skin. His teeth pulling out as the two crossed wings fluttered as against the other's skin lively for a moment with the center depicting a void. One of the void, it was quite evident as he placed a hand to the angel's cheek- pushing his skull so that he was face him.

Pricking his own lips with his fang he forced the other into a kiss, wanting to 'seal this with a kiss' the moment his blood hit the other's veins it would seal the mark into his form, carving out the depiction with gruesome details. The mark itself would move when activated by him or the one that was given it. Ah yes, Raphael would be able to 'talk' to the other indirectly by the mark, while in turn Volcan would be able to call to the other- the mark bringing the sensation to life as a fire tingle against his form to egg him on to coming. That along with a rising craving would flood the other heavily when he whispered the angel's name.

Purring against the other's lips, he could see the mark coming into life within that instant as his wings pinned to the back of his form. Disappearing into wisps as he withdrew them to the shadows. The wing like appendages at his head morphed to long spider like legs (no hairs added) they snaked down through his hair to hide as the other withdrew his lips. Planting a few heavy kisses at the angel's neck as he spoke. "you are mine" he was delighted, more like elated that he now would be commanding an angel. After how they had rejected him, it was time they had gotten there dues. So he hadn't been pure enough to stay in heaven? Who said that was something that bared him from the pearly white gates and what was held within. Now he couldn't quite remember what it had looked like, all he could remember was the darkness that engulfed him in his fall. That and the pain that ravaged his form bringing forth the madness that made him mold with the void.

The cats around had seen only small parts of the sight, now seeing their master pant and boxerless- it seemed it didn't even come to his mind now that he held this angel as his own. Yune the orange haired cat slowly turned, hearing the other speak- he started after him, Ren following in tow. The two seemed to refuse to meow or purr, not wanting to distubb their 'master' as they came up to the demon. Only then did they purr, they didn't see him as a threat- just another person that they could be with for the time being.

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Raphael moaned when he felt the fangs pierce his skin. His cheeks a soft pink as he held onto the demon before him. He wasn't exactly sure what was going on, but he didn't like it. He was furious that he didn't seem able to stop his own body and his reactions. He didn't want any of this! He looked at the other when he was forced to face the demon. His eyes widening at the kiss and he gasped, wrapping his arms around the demon's neck and kissing him back deeply. His own wings shifted and folded neatly behind him as he began to feel like he needed it more. He would beat Omen up after this. He would get that demon back for playing this game. He pulled back when the other purred against his lips and he blushed.

"W-what do you want to do now?"

Raphael watched the other hoping he'd actually get the part he had wanted in the beginning. He was going to be furious if he didn't get his fuck. Sure the situation wasn't ideal but hell, he was in a bad situation already, why not get fucked while he could? The angel pressed up against the demon. "Will you fuck me? Make me yours in all ways?" he purred into his ear. His body trembled once as he knew he was use to putting up a fight not becoming a complete whore. He wanted a fuck, but he wasn't one to go around and sound like some slut. He normally pushed people back into such sinful things.

Raphael leaned in and licked the other's neck, one hand going down to stroke him. "I'm sure you want to. I mean, how many demons get to brag about fucking an archangel, hm?" he asked as he watched him. He continued to stroke the other. He leaned in to kiss the demon and he felt something tug at his own pants and quickly felt the cool air as they were off. He paused gazing back before spotting the problem.

Omen grinned as the small white flame disappeared when Raphael looked back at him. "Good Evening, Raphael," he purred before deciding to play with the cats a little. The demon ran a hand through his hair for a moment before feeling his body tremble as he felt himself ready to laugh. "Oh Raphael," he laughed loudly before shaking his head. The demon knew Raphael would be pissed off and pick a fight after he was done getting his sexual urges taken care of. Like Omen cared, ever since the two had met, he loved messing with him and frustrating him. The curse the other had was especially fun to use against the poor archangel.