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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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)

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)

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.

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.

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."

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.

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.

Exactly what he wanted from the angel, feeling the grip on his neck and the kiss back. It was all so luscious to him. Spying the blush on the angel's lips, he brought his tongue to meet them, appendage running over the hot cavities before him that told well how the other felt. Immersed to some degree upon the demon before him that had taken his captive. The slight quiver in the other's voice made him laugh inwardly, indeed he had gotten an archangel! Something rather hard to command in any way shape or form, but this one was his. More temptation as the other pressed up against his body, bare milky legs still seen against the scene as he felt the other's clothed supports come to his. Oh how lovely~

'Will you fuck me? Make me yours in all ways?' exactly what he wanted to hear. He wanted to take this new toy of his through the 'full' marking as he would put it. The wings carved into his neck meant that he owned the other, but at the same time- didn't owning mean using what you had? That's how he thought as he watched the other, pressing back now as his member started to harden like it had in the angel's mouth. Here the other was going again, when he already had Volcan's attention. Hand going over his seen member as he felt a tongue run over his neck. He let out an audible purr from this, enjoying every part of the attention he was being given from this other. Had he truly not be the dominant type he would have pulled the other atop him and waited for the other to penetrate his insides. Well that wasn't how things worked with him as he pressed forward as if taking a step, bringing his member hard against the other's palm.

Then the other's pants where done- not his own doing. Well well it looked like they had a bystander. Not that he minded at this point really as he pressed his loins against the other in a heavy handed maneuver. He was starting to get desperate now. The other was tempting him like only an incubus could at this point and her was feeling the pressure like burn that pressed inside his mind. His eyes traveled to Omen as well, but he seemed to simply shake it off. He had seen the other around time and time again- yet the two seemed to not talk much at all. Maybe a passing 'hello' simply for the hell of it, but they didn't seem to connect entirely well. Especially considering that the other understood a fair amount of Volcan's past involving his attempt at heaven. Baring his teeth only momentarily at Lucifer's child did he press into the angel heavier than before this time. Attempting to bring him to the graveyard's floor to do this horizontally; not vertically.

Even so he'd still get 'inside' the other as he breathed into the archangel's ear in a soft sultry voice. "I will take you Raphael... take you away" he was trying to be about as erotic as he could be with his mind leaving him again. His member going heavy against the other's stomach the moment he was free of that lovely hand that the blue eyed angel had. Time to get down and dirty.

Raphael's eyes watched the demon and he trembled loving everything the other was bringing forth. He gasped when he was brought down to the ground. The angel shivering as he looked at the other, feeling helpless but knowing he was getting what he wanted. The feeling of the other's member against his own flesh making the angel's cheeks turn a deep red. He couldn't stand the waiting he wanted it now. He sighed before he thought for the moment wondering if the other was always like this or if it was just because a horny archangel had found his way to him. He quickly forgot about Omen as he focused on everything before him instead.

His fingers trailed over the other's stomach and over his sides until they reached his back. He shifted his legs so they were spread, his knees bent as he felt his body growing hot. "O-Oh fuck me, Crane," he whispered as he looked at the other beggingly. "Fuck me hard, make me scream your name," he practically purred. He watched the demon before him and he bit down on his bottom lip before leaning on his arms, kissing the other's lips deeply as he felt his own erection twitching a little. He needed this. He needed to make it go faster. "Hurry up and fuck me," he whined as he lay down then.

Omen laughed as he watched the two. "My, my, what whores," he grinned before he got off the tombstone he had been sitting on and scooped up one of the cats before walking to them, his footsteps light until he reached them. He looked down at Raphael who's cheeks were painted pink. Raphael casted a glare at the demon as he desperately ground his body against Crane's. Omen laughed and looked at Crane. "Hmm, so slow aren't you? Having problems getting up?" he asked the demon. "Most demons would have fucked him senseless before marking him. It's not every day an angel comes begging desperately to be yours."

Omen ran a hand through Raphael's hair before yanking the angel's hair and forcing him to look at Omen. Omen quickly stole a kiss from the angel, slipping his tongue into his mouth. Raphael moaning then and placing one hand on Omen's cheek before the demon pulled away, the angel letting out a soft whine then. The demon grinned before looking at Crane. "I'd hurry up and fuck him before some other demon got wind of this. You do know what happens if you fuck an archangel don't you?" he asked. Raphael couldn't tell if Omen was playing games anymore or not. What happened when archangels got laid by a demon? He had never had sex with a demon before, only humans, so he didn't understand that this probably wasn't good.

The trembling lit his desires more as his member which had come to the point of weeping precum pressed against the other's entrance before roughly slipping in. Being somewhat impatient and desperate didn't suit him so well, but that didn't cross his mind as he felt the delicious insides of the angel; wanting more as he pumped in them out. His body shivering at the thought of releasing in something that seemed so forbidden yet so tempting. Like eve who had taken the apple from the demon that her persuaded her- the evil inclination that had pulled her along and made her bring forth the sin to both men and women of future generations. Had she also devoured the desires that engulfed her when she took a bite from the fruit that ultimately sealed humanities doom- had she enjoyed it all like he would with this archangel that was seemingly from god's realm. Something so holy yet so untouchable. Here he was fulfilling a dark desires of his own.

Indeed the other was as in to this as him as he set up his legs in an appropriate manner as he dove inside the other's wet cavities that he craved. That he had carved for himself as he plunged forward, feeling the hands of the other over his form as he spoke. Crane? ah yes he had told the other his alias rather than his name, how unfair of him to tell the angel whom was his new toy the wrong name. "My name is Volcan" he purred out in purr pleasure towards the other whom he wished to take away. The other was getting testy again, wanting to be done fast and hard- he could do that. Pressing back a kiss to the delicious angel he wanted more. He wanted to taste the other in his mouth as he swiftly pressed the other to his body, member rolling inside the other in a circular fashion. He wanted to pleasure himself as well as the angel as he drew a hand to the other's shoulder, nails tearing into the delicate flesh that he wished to mare. He wished to mark to the point that the other would be bloody mess with a symbol carved into his bones.

Hearing the words of the other, he casted a nasty glare at the child of lucifer. He was slow, but that didn't mean a thing until he really switched into the right gears. At the earlier point in time he had simply wanted to mark the other as his, making something so holy drag with the unholy for eternity. "I am not like most demons..." he growled out, not liking the interference that the other was giving now. Yes he had helped him initially in the beginning but now he was becoming a pest as he changed his attention fully to the angel below him. His ears twitched when he saw the other steal a kiss from the archangel, pulling him by his hair before speaking to him again. Glaring darkly back up at him he swiftly started to work faster upon the demon.

He knew what the other was getting at, but was it true? He didn't even know as his pelvis thrusted forward into the other's form, bringing his balls to the other's entrance. Oh yes he'd do the other long and hard just like his shaft. Bringing his tongue to the angel's neck he licked it freely before trailing a line of kisses up and over his jawline before going to his lips. He wanted to eat the other, both sexually and physically, but that was for another time as he kissed the other hot on the lips before teasing him with the brush of his tongue against his skin. Wanting to see the other carve for him more.

Raphael let out a cry when the other pushed in and he blushed furiously, holding onto the demon and he tilted his head to the side. His wings trembled under him as they spread out now, the feathers brushing up against the ground, the tips tilting upwards a little. He could feel his strength leaving him slowly, seeming to move through his whole body and go to his fingers tips where it seemed to transfer to the demon. He was too focus on the feeling of the other being in him, taking him and making him cry in pleasure whenever the slightest move was made. "V-Volcan," he whispered softly when he heard the other correct him. He felt the other's nails carving into his flesh and he let out a cry. His body trembling as he felt a little precum spill from his own hard erection. "Ah..Hnn..god.. abuse me," he begged softly.

Omen grinned as he watched the demon before him. "Of course you're not," he said with a snicker. "All demons are the same, we all live to kill and get power. Don't you dare claim to be any different," he warned the demon. "You're lower then me, so if you chose to argue I can have you torn limb from limb," he snickered then. He never used the power, or ranks to his advantage though. He used them mostly to scare lower ranked demons out of their mind. He snickered when he watched the demon starting to work faster on Raphael. "That intimidated by a little kiss?" he asked playfully. "Think he'd rather be fucked by someone more experience?" he whispered into Volcan's ear. "I'm sure he would. Why don't you hand him over, hm?"

Raphael panted as he moved his hips with the demons. His heart pounding in his chest as he moved into the licks and he let out a light whine. "Ah. Hnn.. Master," he whispered out softly. Not a single thought going into his mind as he whispered the title to the other. He looked at Omen then, he couldn't see the demon's eyes and he was glad. Though he could tell Omen was watching him hungrily. He wanted to steal the angel and take the power for himself. It wasn't hard for anyone watching to know the power was being given to Volcan. Raphael's fingers tips glowed as the powers rushed into the man who was using him up. Of course, they would only be his when they both found their release. That was the seal. He realized as he felt his powers draining, that this had been planned. There was no way Michael and Gabriel would leave him to lose his powers like this unless it had been planned. It wasn't god's plan. He knew that, God wasn't that cruel. No. Perhaps Gabriel was doing things with Michael. Raphael had threatened to expose that, and now he was here.

The other was delicious as he heard the angel speak his name, eyes narrowing in a slight pleasure slight agitation from what the other demon was doing. The other was trying to intimidate him and admittedly it was working. Plus he didn't really like working when others where watching, this sort of thing was usually a private affair. That was why humans usually waited until they where hidden away before they even started something as risky as this. Simply taunting him, it was making this experience less and less enjoyable despite the evident pleasure from his lower half. Glaring up at Omen the wings that had become thing legs against the back of his head stood up on end, slowly opening until they created what looked to be a small net. He growled slightly up at the other, shifting from pleasure, hate to hunger. It was an interesting switch even for him as the net swiftly caught something from the surrounding air, forcing the struggling soul into Volcan's body-- just like that. He was indeed unlike the other, a demon that had been refused his admittion to heaven when he was so close to becoming holy. Then he had fallen from the heaven's beauty into the darkness of the void that no other creature had survived from. He was a one in a million case that had come out with the powers of the void. Despite this he was still seen as a lowly demon. Even with the power stored in his aching soul.

With the same cravings as a normal demon he was given a few extras that seemed to make no sense. The dead he craved for, hence why he stalked the graveyard in search if wandering souls to devour. It being a source of power for him. Closing the net that he had created the antenna like wings morphed to become two horns that stuck out dangerously against the back of his skull, the small angelic yet infested antenna at his front gleamed in the darkness. Taking in an amount of the soul he had just ingested. His anger swifted as he went back to the angel whom he was doing, feeling the surge of power from his snack and the archangel. Delicious. It was indeed true as he continued to do the other, ignoring the other at hand. 'Ah. Hnn.. Master' he nearly released when hearing the blue eyed angel speak to him that way, licking the others neck hungrily he pressed the other into a hot kiss. His free hand traveling to the other's hard member. He started to pump- he wasn't centered on the power, far from that; he wanted a nice good fuck and the angel was getting him exactly what he wanted.

The cats nearby Omen seemed to start meowing weakly for some reason as the demon and angel kept at it. A few backing away from a grave nearby. Something was happening as there was a weak shift in the air temperature, making the cold climate get colder. A shake of dust flew in their direction, making the cats run for cover before a soft yawn was heard. "Damnation... why is it always so long" he muttered as the temperature slowly dropped a bit more, reaching dangerously close to zero. Something he was notorious to live in. Whipping his wings into shape he let the two set flatten at his back, the curved intricate designs that they where would drive any known human to insanity and back, but that was simply what the void did to someone. Not that it showed so well with Volcan as it with with Vahn. The void was known to be cold, colder than the normal temperatures of the earth and that was something that clung to his body. Shaking his thin form, his dark blue hair ran in front of his eyes as if to shield them from the sight nearby.

He could feel the bodies nearby and seemed somewhat surprised that Volcan had gotten someone. Then again the demon was always alone when it came to things. As for Vahn he was no demon, yet he was no void creature either- he had been an angel that had been pushed into the void for punishment. He could come out on occasion, just like he was now, but not for too long unless he wanted his sentence to be even longer.

Omen grinned as he watched the entire thing. When the temperature dropped he looked at the punished angel and he grinned. He snapped his fingers, using the drop in temperature to his advantage. Quickly he let the air around them drop to below zero. It only took a second before Raphael began to scream. The angel's shrieks filling the air. Everything that had once been so good hurt. He cried as he struggled with the demon on him. "No! Stop!" He screamed in pain. The angel panting as he tried to get away now. The other's member did not feel good in him anymore. It hurt, and it made Raphael want to die. He was close to passing out suddenly and he knew he wasn't going to be in good shape if Omen continued to screw with him this way.

Hot tears fell down his cheeks as he screamed. "Please! Stop!" he cried desperately. Raphael squirmed. Despite all the pain he found his release but he continued to try and shove the other off. He didn't want the demon to find his release. He hadn't realized the demon would probably enjoy his screams though. After awhile of thrashing about the angel grew faint and passed out. Little beads of sweat rolling down the side of his head. Once he was out, Omen let the temperature rise so any movements Volcan made would pleasure the angel and get moans out of the small creature's lips even though he was unconcious.

Omen snickered as he watched the sight. Looking at the demon to see if he would continue despite the angel's unconcious state. "That must be a mood killer," he said with a grin before looking at the new arrival. "Why hello, little void angel. What brings you to this hideous sight?" he asked with a purr before moving towards the new being. He had to admit he was a little turned on by watching the whole mess. He hadn't gotten laid in awhile either. After all, it was kind of hard to have sex when there was always the risk of looking into someone's eyes and watching them rot away right when you were in the middle of the fucking act.

Indeed the shift in temperature had actually made him move faster, he was used to the cold- having once lived in the void with Vahn. Hearing the angel's cries didn't even stop him in the least as he went on, watching as he scrapped about a bit before knocking out. The demon before him was simply torturing the poor angel, not that he seemed to mind as he pulled the limp body to his form. His own warmth basking over the other in an attempt of warming up the other's body as much as he could in the fridge area around. Though admittedly with the other out he enjoyed it as much as he could have with the other awake, his member ramming heavily into the moaning form before him as he finally reached his climax. Moaning horribly against the other's quaking form. He gripped the other almost protectively as he drew the other's unconscious body into a kiss. Sex was sex, whether it was with someone who was fully there or not. It didn't seem to both him entirely. Spreading his wings out he covered them both as he rested there with the once whom he had done under him, smothering the blue eyed angel with a few soft kisses to his neck. Pressing his lips to the mark that he bore from him now. Volcan was about ready as he did so to knock the other off his block, just wanting to punch the demon square in the face, but he refused as he laid against the other- member still inside.

The cold had scared the felines away, especially as the void angel took a few steps against the ground. The soil being glossed over with ice and frost as he walked. Ah yes, everything he would touch would tremble from the cold that he emitted alone- far from anything warm any more. His steely eyes met with the form of Omen, making him produce a small smile. It wasn't like he could talk to Volcan at this point, he was preoccupied with other things. Vahn brushed off the frost from his outfit that he wore, it had been an old robe that he had fallen with- now it looked slightly distorted by the void aside from ripped in several places showing areas that should have been covered. Facing the other fully he took a few more steps to Omen. "I was going to see how Volcan was doing" he admitted as he eyed the demon child. Wings fidgeting against his back for a moment. Did the other have something else in mind for him?

Omen was about to move to Vahn and try and seduce him only to hear a low buzzing, like the sound some electronics made. He paused for a moment before the air around them seemed to heat up and two light pulses were felt before a strong one came and shoved Omen back and into a tombstone. No one else. Just Omen. The demon snarled as he sat there, the tombstone cracked as he rubbed the back of his head. He knew what it had been. It had been Raphael's powers going into Volcan. The little bit he had left, punishing Omen for getting the archangel deeper into this mess. He glared towards the knocked out angel. Getting up and having a sword appear in his hand as he moved to Raphael and held the blade over the angel's neck. "Little fucker," he snarled. He ignored the fact that Volcan was there.

Raphael slowly opened his eyes and gazed at the demon before him. He could feel all his powers were gone. He didn't mention it though. There was a bound. Not just because of the mark, but because the other had his powers. Sure he still had the basics but the bulk, the part that made him powerful was now with this demon. He grinned before leaning into and kissing the other's lips deeply. "Hnn...You have the best cock I've ever come across, Master," he whispered before raising his hands up to hold onto the other's shoulders. Well. He lost everything. So who gave a fuck? He was glad the other was still in him and he quickly rolled them over, straddling the demon and leaning down to kiss and nibble his neck. "Since you're still visiting," he purred. "Why don't I ride my new master?" he grinned before rocking his hips a little. He moved the other's hands then so they were on his hips. He still wanted the other to have control. He hoped the other would agree. This time Raphael would be doing the work after all. His master only had to enjoy it.

Omen was a little baffled when Raphael just ignored him and he put his sword away. He felt rather pissed off the angel hadn't even acknowledged his presence instead seemed to just get turned on again and beg his master for more sex. How despicable. Omen sighed before looking over at Vahn and moving to the angel swiftly. "Hm. Would you like to try?" he purred. "Show them that they're not the only ones who can fuck?" his voice was smooth, and seductive. Omen didn't like using people, but he did when he felt like it. He had enough practice since he was a child into tempting people and tricking them into doing his bidding.

He had seen the display and almost laughed at it- that would teach the other, then here he was with his blade to the angel. He glared up at the other, ready to change the situation within a few seconds, but instead the angel had. His anger was whipped away by the other's comment and kiss, pressing into the other hungrily. Ah yes he could go more than once, it was quite possible as he stared at Raphael. Then the other was swiftly onto, teeth at his neck as he affectionately started to ride him. He moaned, not like there was much more that told how pleasurable this experience had been. When his hands where placed on the other's hips his nails swiftly sunk into that delicious fell that the other held, eyes staring up hungrily as he kissed the other's head affectionately. "Delicious, simply delicious" he purred up to the angel, slowly raising his hips so that the other would have a better time at riding him. The circular motion that the other did was more than what he wanted as he slowly pulled his right bloody hand from his side, taking it to the other's member as he glossed the shaft over with the blood before stroking it with his fingertips- going into a soft pump with the other's movements. They both would enjoy this, at least that was his aim as he tried to get the other off as well.

In truth he had never been touched in the manner and it was something rather startling when one thought about his friend Volcan. His wings fluttered again as he stared at the other, backing up only a step. "I...." he couldn't finish as he lowered his gaze, putting his hands before his chest as if protecting himself while trying to decide. One couldn't really blame the only void angel in existence, he had never tasted sin before in such an extreme manner so something as advance as sex was extremely new to him. A slight blush came to his face as he shifted position, placing his hands on his hot cheeks as he looked away from the other. Steps light and glossy on the ground. He wasn't even sure what he wanted at this point and the other talking the way he was would quickly persduade him into a longer sentence than before.

Raphael moaned and panted, his cheeks a deep red as he continued to move over the demon. He let out a pleasurable cry when he felt the other's nails sink into his body and he leaned down kissing the other's lips passionately, sliding his tongue over the other's lips as he moved on him still. Hearing the other purr out the words he blushed and gasped at the raised hips. "Oh fuck," he whispered softly. "Oh please, you have to fuck me often," he begged the demon. "You feel...so good in me," he murmured as he kissed the other's neck and started to grow a little bit more aggressive while riding the other. His body seemed to tense for a moment when the other began to stroke him with the bloody hand. It wasn't in fear, no, Raphael seemed to like the sight. This had nothing to do with his curse. He panted as he moved on the other and into his hand from time to time. The angel's bright blue eyes gazing down at the demon before he managed to get a sensitive spot and he screamed out in pleasure, his body tensing as he found his release.

Omen grinned as he closed the space between Vahn and himself. He placed a warm hand on the angel's cheek his hair still covering his eyes. "Mm. Hands on a chest won't do much. I suggest you protect your eyes," he said with a smirk. He leaned in then. "Void angel. You always have to be in that hellhole. Why not loosen up? Why not get something for all your trouble?" he whispered into his ear. "You should after all be rewarded for having to stay there so often, wouldn't a quick fuck be nice? Something you could hold on to when you have to go back?" he whispered. "Something you can look forward when you come back too," he purred implying that he would wait for the angel if he wanted it. "Sex is a good thing, it's nothing to be afraid of. If god didn't want you to have it, why would he give men a prostate and make if feel so good? Hm?" he asked as he ran a hand down the other's arm now.

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