Angel To You, Devil To Me [Part One]
Title: Angel To You, Devil To Me
Pairing: Onho
Rating: NC-17
Genre: supernatural, smut
Summary: Jinki is a smoke demon, which means he can be summoned against his will. Angels and demons have been at war for centuries, but when the archangel Minho gets a hold of Jinki's summoning medallion, he can't help but take advantage of it, especially when the demon plays up to his darkest desires.
Part One
Jinki watched, as if in slow motion, as the sword sliced through his chain as if it were nothing. Sure, it had missed his neck thanks to his reflexes, but he would almost rather his head be cleaved off than his summoning medallion be lost. Being a smoke demon, there were only two ways to summon Jinki, either knowing his summoning name (which only a rare few did), or keeping his medallion in your possession. Jinki had been in charge of his medallion for over a millennia, and never once had it been taken away from him. Until now. He jumped for it, frenzied, but it hovered out of his reach to float directly in front of Minho, landing in his outstretched palm.
"And what's this, then?" his deep voice questioning, his naturally large eyes squinting in suspicion.
"Nothing..." Jinki tried to play it off, but his jerky movements were giving him away.
"If I destroyed it?" he asked, light seeming to shine out of every fucking pore.
Still, Jinki noticeably relaxed, his voice mock terrified, "No, please don't!"
If you destroy a summoning medallion, you were free from it forever. Only angels had the ability to destroy them, but he'd never trusted one as far as he could throw one. Which was quite a ways he guessed, but then, he'd never really had a conversation with an angel before, either. Well, not a pure one anyway.
Minho raised one eyebrow, then looked back down at the stone. "Strange demon. Your life is spared today, but only because I am intrigued."
"Oh, Thank God," Jinki said sarcastically, causing the angel to stiffen, his hand gripping the jewel more firmly, making Jinki squirm uneasily. Why was he trying to piss of an archangel again? And this one no less?
"Consider yourself lucky I am so compassionate."
"If that's what you call going for the jugular on a first date, then my apologies. You're all heart," he assured, rolling his eyes.
"You could simply tell me what this does and spare us both the annoyances," he grit out, but that couldn't be right, angels of his caliber were supposed to be nigh unfeeling. Surely he wasn't getting under his skin.
"It's for looks." When he glanced up to see Minho's blank stare, he backtracked, "No? It's cursed then. Best to destroy it now before it leeches your power and turns you fallen." 'Fallen' was a term they used on angels that had... defected as it were. One way or another, all angels fell from grace eventually. It was hard not to with all the temptation out there.
Minho dropped the medallion as if it burned him, but before Jinki could snatch it back up, it was once again floating out of his reach and moving safely into the pocket of Minho's skintight white pants. Jinki growled. "Make up your fucking mind, will you? Either give the damn thing back or destroy it!"
"Your obsession with it baffles me, so I think I'll keep it until I so decide."
"Stubborn ass..." Jinki loosened his limbs, readying to pounce. If there was one thing he didn't need, it was an angel in charge of a winged army having hold of his summoning medallion. He'd have to take it back by force. The balls of his feet pushing into the ground, he sprung forward, one hand going to punch the angel in that damned perfect face while the other grew claws to slash the medallion out of his pants if he had to. An angel with tattered clothes, now that would be something to see. Instagram that shit.
A burst of light later and Jinki was flat on his back, mentally groaning at the headache he'd have later while looking up at the man now hovering vertically over him, inches from his face. "You forget I have wings while you do not," the archangel almost smirked, but holy creatures don't smirk.
"You say that like you weren't human once too," Jinki hissed, his knee coming up to slam between Minho's legs. At the pained expression now on the angel's face, it seemed like they weren't really as sexless as the rumors believed them to be.
"And why did you become a demon instead of an angel?" Said between panting breaths and a hissing sound. Served him right.
Like his life story was any of this angel's business, but he smiled anyway, a sly tilting of lips. "Sex."
The archangel once again stiffened, then flew back a few feet, as if put off. That dig always got under their skin. Sex wasn't necessarily a sin, but outside of marriage it was... and angels couldn't get married. Therefore, no sex. That was honestly one of the main reasons angels became 'fallen' in the first place. Now that's not to say the couldn't masturbate. Although that was frowned upon by the 'big man', it was a necessity if they couldn't have sex. No angels were perfect, no matter how much they wanted you to believe they were, they had urges too, and playing up to an angel's weakness was Jinki's forte, and he was pretty sure he'd found this angel's particular fear.
"Tell you what, I'll let you in on the little secret of that medallion." Then he'll practically throw it back at me, Jinki smirked. "It's my summoning medallion. Some demons have them, but only in my kind of situation. I was damned by sex, so as punishment, whoever knows my summoning name or happens to be in possession of my medallion can call me for sexual favors. I have no choice in the matter." Unless I kill them first... He left out. Never mind that he had killed almost everyone that had once known his true name. That wasn't important.
Minho looked down at his pocket, eyes weighing the options, it seemed. "Still, this seems important to you, so I think I'll keep it for now, if only for the cheap shot you got in earlier," Minho said chidingly, looking down between Jinki's legs and back up.
Tch, angels were so high and mighty. Watching him fly away with those wings practically as big as his body, Jinki sneered, then shrugged, his hands coming to rest behind his head as he walked away without a care. Like an angel would use a summoning medallion in the first place. As far as he was concerned, it was in better hands.
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"It's exactly as he said," Key, the gate keeper, said. He had been filing his nails until Minho showed up to ask him question after question about this particular necklace. "He must really be into sex for him to have one of those. Not many demons have one. Must have been into some kinky shit as a human..." Key mumbled to himself. "Hey, since you can't use it, why don't you give it to me?"
Minho was about to, but then pulled it back last second. He seemed to be doing that a lot with this thing lately, but... for some reason it seriously enchanted him. That's why he had aimed at Jinki's neck in the first place. "So how does it work?"
"Curiosity killed the cat, Minho."
"I've been in heaven so long I'm one of the highest ranking archangels in existence. I wouldn't worry about me."
Key made a 'thuh' noise as he ran his tongue over his teeth, but decided it'd be too boring to keep it to himself. "My cousin once went out with a demon that had one centuries ago, they're both dead now, but that's beside the point. All you have to do is have a desire while you're holding it, just an image of what you want to do with that particular demon that is being controlled by it, and poof! They're in your bedroom and obligated to do your exact fantasy. They're so connected to that stupid thing they can practically read the other's mind."
Minho looked back down at the shining gem in his hand, metal crisscrossing over it protectively. It looked simple enough, but practically glowed a bright green when brought up to the light, the chain attached to it broken at a strange place. It'd need a new one.
"You sure you don't want to give it to me? I don't even know what he looks like, so you wouldn't be subjecting him to slavery, not that the demon would care. What is his name, by chance?"
Minho stalled briefly, before letting the name roll off his tongue. "Jinki." It was easy to learn one's name in battle, both sides being able to read the other's minds to a certain degree, that was how one could tell the rank of an opponent. Summoning names were a different story, however. Not that he wanted to know it. Jinki was ranked almost as high as he was, except on the opposing side. They'd both been dead for fairly the same amount of time.
Key's eyes widened, his mouth moving as if to say something, but Minho wasn't paying attention anymore, stuffing the necklace back into his pocket and heading towards his home, his mind wandering to the demon he had tussled with earlier.
Angels and demons weren't fabrications as most of the living believed them to be. You lived your human life as you would, and your actions would decide whether you became a demon or an angel in the afterlife. People like Key were a rare case, having not done enough bad or good in their life to have a real place in the balance of things, but their jobs were needed as well after death. Minho had never thought he'd done anything amazingly great in his past life, but he'd done more good than bad or so it had turned out. Jinki's downfall had apparently been his weakness for sex. Kinky sex as Key had put it. Not that Minho hadn't had sex when he was a human, just not... excessively.
Sex... how long had it been now... he had originally kept a record, but had since given up. What was the point. He missed a lot of things about being a human if he were honest with himself. Being an angel was a lot of work, so much that he found himself envying the demons on occasion, but then the silver bracelet on his right wrist would burn so hot he'd be forced to forget his coveting or be burned to ash. He looked down at the thing on his wrist now, hating it, which made it burn even more from the strong, negative emotion.
That was the thing about being promoted to an archangel, God kept tabs on all of them. It was said that if you desired for sinful things one time too many, the bracelet would burn you alive, but no one had ever seen it happen, it was always the 'a friend of a friend' thing.
But archangels were too strong to turn fallen, knew too many secrets, and yet... he still found himself pulling the broken necklace out of his pocket, palming it in his now clammy hands, and... thinking....
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Jinki stopped moving his head, the hands in his hair protesting, but he ignored them, slapping one of Jjong's hands away instead.
"Sorry, looks like I have another appointment."
"What?! But I called on you first!"
"But this is from my... never mind. Raincheck." As much as he loved fucking around with Jonghyun, this caller was not someone he was about to miss.
A puff of smoke later and he was in an archangel's room. About to have sex with him. In heaven. Well strike that off the bucket list.
A/N: Ugh I feel so rusty at writing for some reason! I know. Where's AAOD, HFYB... ugg. Mianhadah. BUT I think I'll have fun with this. I'll try to keep it shorter again. I really want to experiment on smaller chaptered fics atm. I think that's my procrastinator side taking over. Meh lmao
Lanna
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Pairing: Onho
Rating: NC-17
Genre: supernatural, smut
Summary: Jinki is a smoke demon, which means he can be summoned against his will. Angels and demons have been at war for centuries, but when the archangel Minho gets a hold of Jinki's summoning medallion, he can't help but take advantage of it, especially when the demon plays up to his darkest desires.
Part One
Jinki watched, as if in slow motion, as the sword sliced through his chain as if it were nothing. Sure, it had missed his neck thanks to his reflexes, but he would almost rather his head be cleaved off than his summoning medallion be lost. Being a smoke demon, there were only two ways to summon Jinki, either knowing his summoning name (which only a rare few did), or keeping his medallion in your possession. Jinki had been in charge of his medallion for over a millennia, and never once had it been taken away from him. Until now. He jumped for it, frenzied, but it hovered out of his reach to float directly in front of Minho, landing in his outstretched palm.
"And what's this, then?" his deep voice questioning, his naturally large eyes squinting in suspicion.
"Nothing..." Jinki tried to play it off, but his jerky movements were giving him away.
"If I destroyed it?" he asked, light seeming to shine out of every fucking pore.
Still, Jinki noticeably relaxed, his voice mock terrified, "No, please don't!"
If you destroy a summoning medallion, you were free from it forever. Only angels had the ability to destroy them, but he'd never trusted one as far as he could throw one. Which was quite a ways he guessed, but then, he'd never really had a conversation with an angel before, either. Well, not a pure one anyway.
Minho raised one eyebrow, then looked back down at the stone. "Strange demon. Your life is spared today, but only because I am intrigued."
"Oh, Thank God," Jinki said sarcastically, causing the angel to stiffen, his hand gripping the jewel more firmly, making Jinki squirm uneasily. Why was he trying to piss of an archangel again? And this one no less?
"Consider yourself lucky I am so compassionate."
"If that's what you call going for the jugular on a first date, then my apologies. You're all heart," he assured, rolling his eyes.
"You could simply tell me what this does and spare us both the annoyances," he grit out, but that couldn't be right, angels of his caliber were supposed to be nigh unfeeling. Surely he wasn't getting under his skin.
"It's for looks." When he glanced up to see Minho's blank stare, he backtracked, "No? It's cursed then. Best to destroy it now before it leeches your power and turns you fallen." 'Fallen' was a term they used on angels that had... defected as it were. One way or another, all angels fell from grace eventually. It was hard not to with all the temptation out there.
Minho dropped the medallion as if it burned him, but before Jinki could snatch it back up, it was once again floating out of his reach and moving safely into the pocket of Minho's skintight white pants. Jinki growled. "Make up your fucking mind, will you? Either give the damn thing back or destroy it!"
"Your obsession with it baffles me, so I think I'll keep it until I so decide."
"Stubborn ass..." Jinki loosened his limbs, readying to pounce. If there was one thing he didn't need, it was an angel in charge of a winged army having hold of his summoning medallion. He'd have to take it back by force. The balls of his feet pushing into the ground, he sprung forward, one hand going to punch the angel in that damned perfect face while the other grew claws to slash the medallion out of his pants if he had to. An angel with tattered clothes, now that would be something to see. Instagram that shit.
A burst of light later and Jinki was flat on his back, mentally groaning at the headache he'd have later while looking up at the man now hovering vertically over him, inches from his face. "You forget I have wings while you do not," the archangel almost smirked, but holy creatures don't smirk.
"You say that like you weren't human once too," Jinki hissed, his knee coming up to slam between Minho's legs. At the pained expression now on the angel's face, it seemed like they weren't really as sexless as the rumors believed them to be.
"And why did you become a demon instead of an angel?" Said between panting breaths and a hissing sound. Served him right.
Like his life story was any of this angel's business, but he smiled anyway, a sly tilting of lips. "Sex."
The archangel once again stiffened, then flew back a few feet, as if put off. That dig always got under their skin. Sex wasn't necessarily a sin, but outside of marriage it was... and angels couldn't get married. Therefore, no sex. That was honestly one of the main reasons angels became 'fallen' in the first place. Now that's not to say the couldn't masturbate. Although that was frowned upon by the 'big man', it was a necessity if they couldn't have sex. No angels were perfect, no matter how much they wanted you to believe they were, they had urges too, and playing up to an angel's weakness was Jinki's forte, and he was pretty sure he'd found this angel's particular fear.
"Tell you what, I'll let you in on the little secret of that medallion." Then he'll practically throw it back at me, Jinki smirked. "It's my summoning medallion. Some demons have them, but only in my kind of situation. I was damned by sex, so as punishment, whoever knows my summoning name or happens to be in possession of my medallion can call me for sexual favors. I have no choice in the matter." Unless I kill them first... He left out. Never mind that he had killed almost everyone that had once known his true name. That wasn't important.
Minho looked down at his pocket, eyes weighing the options, it seemed. "Still, this seems important to you, so I think I'll keep it for now, if only for the cheap shot you got in earlier," Minho said chidingly, looking down between Jinki's legs and back up.
Tch, angels were so high and mighty. Watching him fly away with those wings practically as big as his body, Jinki sneered, then shrugged, his hands coming to rest behind his head as he walked away without a care. Like an angel would use a summoning medallion in the first place. As far as he was concerned, it was in better hands.
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"It's exactly as he said," Key, the gate keeper, said. He had been filing his nails until Minho showed up to ask him question after question about this particular necklace. "He must really be into sex for him to have one of those. Not many demons have one. Must have been into some kinky shit as a human..." Key mumbled to himself. "Hey, since you can't use it, why don't you give it to me?"
Minho was about to, but then pulled it back last second. He seemed to be doing that a lot with this thing lately, but... for some reason it seriously enchanted him. That's why he had aimed at Jinki's neck in the first place. "So how does it work?"
"Curiosity killed the cat, Minho."
"I've been in heaven so long I'm one of the highest ranking archangels in existence. I wouldn't worry about me."
Key made a 'thuh' noise as he ran his tongue over his teeth, but decided it'd be too boring to keep it to himself. "My cousin once went out with a demon that had one centuries ago, they're both dead now, but that's beside the point. All you have to do is have a desire while you're holding it, just an image of what you want to do with that particular demon that is being controlled by it, and poof! They're in your bedroom and obligated to do your exact fantasy. They're so connected to that stupid thing they can practically read the other's mind."
Minho looked back down at the shining gem in his hand, metal crisscrossing over it protectively. It looked simple enough, but practically glowed a bright green when brought up to the light, the chain attached to it broken at a strange place. It'd need a new one.
"You sure you don't want to give it to me? I don't even know what he looks like, so you wouldn't be subjecting him to slavery, not that the demon would care. What is his name, by chance?"
Minho stalled briefly, before letting the name roll off his tongue. "Jinki." It was easy to learn one's name in battle, both sides being able to read the other's minds to a certain degree, that was how one could tell the rank of an opponent. Summoning names were a different story, however. Not that he wanted to know it. Jinki was ranked almost as high as he was, except on the opposing side. They'd both been dead for fairly the same amount of time.
Key's eyes widened, his mouth moving as if to say something, but Minho wasn't paying attention anymore, stuffing the necklace back into his pocket and heading towards his home, his mind wandering to the demon he had tussled with earlier.
Angels and demons weren't fabrications as most of the living believed them to be. You lived your human life as you would, and your actions would decide whether you became a demon or an angel in the afterlife. People like Key were a rare case, having not done enough bad or good in their life to have a real place in the balance of things, but their jobs were needed as well after death. Minho had never thought he'd done anything amazingly great in his past life, but he'd done more good than bad or so it had turned out. Jinki's downfall had apparently been his weakness for sex. Kinky sex as Key had put it. Not that Minho hadn't had sex when he was a human, just not... excessively.
Sex... how long had it been now... he had originally kept a record, but had since given up. What was the point. He missed a lot of things about being a human if he were honest with himself. Being an angel was a lot of work, so much that he found himself envying the demons on occasion, but then the silver bracelet on his right wrist would burn so hot he'd be forced to forget his coveting or be burned to ash. He looked down at the thing on his wrist now, hating it, which made it burn even more from the strong, negative emotion.
That was the thing about being promoted to an archangel, God kept tabs on all of them. It was said that if you desired for sinful things one time too many, the bracelet would burn you alive, but no one had ever seen it happen, it was always the 'a friend of a friend' thing.
But archangels were too strong to turn fallen, knew too many secrets, and yet... he still found himself pulling the broken necklace out of his pocket, palming it in his now clammy hands, and... thinking....
_______________________
Jinki stopped moving his head, the hands in his hair protesting, but he ignored them, slapping one of Jjong's hands away instead.
"Sorry, looks like I have another appointment."
"What?! But I called on you first!"
"But this is from my... never mind. Raincheck." As much as he loved fucking around with Jonghyun, this caller was not someone he was about to miss.
A puff of smoke later and he was in an archangel's room. About to have sex with him. In heaven. Well strike that off the bucket list.
A/N: Ugh I feel so rusty at writing for some reason! I know. Where's AAOD, HFYB... ugg. Mianhadah. BUT I think I'll have fun with this. I'll try to keep it shorter again. I really want to experiment on smaller chaptered fics atm. I think that's my procrastinator side taking over. Meh lmao
Lanna
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