Angel To You, Devil To Me [Part Four]
“Jonghyun’s trying to summon me again,” Jinki said groggily, his face smashed into the pillow beneath him.
“Why is it so many people demand sex from you?” Minho growled beside him, one of his wings gliding over Jinki’s side. He was pretty sure he did it on purpose now. He had assumed he just didn’t know what to do with the giant appendages at first, but Minho seemed to know how to wield quite a few different larger parts of his body with finesse. The fact that he did it almost every time after they fucked also gave it away. He had a feeling it was a kind of cuddling for Minho.
“I think he’s more trying to summon me because he hasn’t seen me in over a week. Probably thinks I’m dead or something. You haven’t let me leave the house once, after all...” Jinki said in a mock pout. Like he could be upset that all they had been doing for the past week was having sex. Amazing sex. Mind blowing sex. Multiple orgasm sex. You get the point.
Minho sighed, making Jinki chuckle. Whenever the angel sighed like that, it implied he was going to do something he felt beneath him. He’d heard it often enough over the past week -like when he’d made him help with the dishes for the first time- to finally be able to differentiate it from his other noises. Minho didn’t always talk much, so it made Jinki thrilled to his bones to be able to tell his emotions or thoughts through body language or slight sounds now.
He watched the angel saunter into his walk in closet, proud of his restraint when he didn’t attack the naked man as soon as he got a good look at that toned ass. See? He was learning. It was just as much his fault they hadn’t gotten out of the house recently as it was Minho’s, but he’d never admit it. He wasn’t quite sure he wanted Minho out and about in Hell at the moment either…. But they’d have to go out eventually. Who knew how long Minho would be with him, after all.
A sigh of his own escaping his lips, he got up and walked in after him. Sure enough, Minho had somehow managed to tangle himself up in the cotton tee he was supposedly trying to 'put on' and not use as a way to strangle himself.
“I swear it’s like you never wore clothes before this,” Jinki groused, helping the laughable angel into the snug black v-neck. Sexy.
“Why do you think I wore things with zippers? Saved me the trouble,” he mumbled, watching Jinki wiggle into some skinny jeans of his own with a mix of desire and humor. “Why do you wear pants that tight?”
“Makes my ass look nice,” Jinki shrugged, turning to give Minho a peek.
“Also squeezes your balls blue.”
“Hey, it’s not easy finding jeans that fit my junk anyway,” he said, turning now to show Minho his package that already practically bulged out of the jeans when he was soft, let alone turned on. “But this kind of dress is the point in my line of work.”
“Not anymore it’s not. Change.”
“What?! I just spent over a minute trying to get these things on!”
“Take them off before I rip them off,” he threatened, rummaging through Jinki’s pants until he found some that looked odd, the crotch stretchy and loose nearly to the knees. “What in the heavens are these?”
“A new fashion trend. I don’t really like them myself, but they’re comfy,” he replied testily, practically falling over as he got the last of the restricting fabric off of his legs.
“Do they show your….” Minho gestured to his dick.
Jinki tsked, choosing not to answer. “If you’re gonna make me wear those, then you’re wearing the skinny jeans. Unless you don’t think you can restrain yourself when people all but crawl all over you.”
“I’ll wear them, if only to prove no one will come near me no matter what I’m wearing,” he growled, snatching the black skinnies from Jinki’s outstretched hand. Game, set, match.
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Minho was right yet entirely wrong at the same time about that, a circle roughly five feet away from them at all angles forming around them as soon as they entered club Lust.
“Okay okay, move your asses,” a familiar voice practically yelled over the music blaring obnoxiously in the small smoke filled room. Elbowing his way until he was finally in the circle with the two other men he was meeting up with, he groused, “You all act as if you’ve never seen an angel in your lives,” before pulling Jinki in for their every day greeting kiss. His lips didn’t even make it to Jinki’s own before a fist was slamming into his puckered mouth. “What the fuck, dude?!” he whined as he was forced back, his hand coming up to check to see if he was bleeding. Yep. He glared heatedly at the archangel as the taller man pushed Jinki behind him protectively, his wings flaring out in what Jonghyun could only determine was meant to be a threat.
“Sorry, Jjong, he’s rather protective of me. You should see some of the other guys that tried to do the same thing as soon as we walked in here,” Jinki said, half exasperated, half amused as he tried to peek around Minho’s massive wings.
“So why haven’t you been kicked out for violence yet?”
“The bouncer is scared of archangels, I guess?”
“I’d say just about everyone is,” Jonghyun muttered, noticing how no one was dancing anymore, instead all eyeing the' two winged sex on legs' that was this creature, who was standing in the middle of hundreds of hungry demons without so much as a care to any of them save one. “Let’s take this to a private room, shall we?” he suggested, letting Minho and Jinki follow him through the throng of people to the back rooms instead of grabbing at Jinki’s arm like he usually would. After all, he rather liked his face just the way it was, thank you.
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“So what’s up? You don’t usually try to summon me every five minutes,” Jinki asked, not bothering to argue as he was pulled to sit on Minho’s lap across from Jonghyun, the arm wrapping around his waist just tight enough for him to know he was there. As if he didn’t already.
“Taemin’s been throwing a hissy fit that you haven’t ante up’d your medallion yet. Threatening to take you to the higher ups and claim you as an oath breaker.”
“The little shit,” Jinki growled, already grabbing his phone from his pocket, intent on texting the younger demon.
“What oath? What is he talking about?” Minho asked, genuinely interested, his head resting on Jinki’s left shoulder comfortably.
“Well you two have gotten close,” Jonghyun mumbled, openly gaping in shock when the angel sent him a smug look without Jinki being able to see.
“I gave my word to an ice demon that I would give him my medallion in exchange for him saving your life.”
“That’s where your bad ass tattoo came from,” Jonghyun chipped in, though it seemed the other two were ignoring him when Jinki was turned around in Minho’s lap so they were face to face. “Why is it I always feel like I’m talking to myself?” he grumbled.
“You swore a life promise to have me saved?”
“Not like there was much else I could do at the time… I would have given it to him and then just killed him off when he summoned me, but I don’t have it anymore. Pretty certain I left it in your bedroom up in heaven.”
The angel beneath him stilled, his whole body turning to ice in a split second under him. “Your medallion is still in heaven…?” That realization made all the alarm bells in his brain go off, but he tried his best to put it on the back burner for the time being. “One problem at a time. Where is this ice demon? Theoretically it should be I who is in his debt, not you.”
Jinki shrugged. The ice demons weren’t really the kind of people he liked to hang out with.
“I know where he is,” Jonghyun said, making both heads turn. Finally he was a part of the conversation again, he thought, rolling his eyes.
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“Lately, the ice demon king has been getting more and more… bitey, so I’m told,” Jonghyun whispered, thanking the heavens, hell, whatever you wanted to believe in more, that Jinki was a smoke demon. Teleporting into the building was a whole lot easier than trying to get in through the front gates with three people. “Taemin’s been his favorite lately. You’ll probably find him in the suite. Jinki and I…. we can’t do shit to the ice king, anything we would do would look bad on our own factions, cause a war, at the very least get us tortured and killed, but you’re an angel. Not even fallen. We have no jurisdiction over you down here. You kill him? It’ll just be another death in the never ending battle that is good and evil.”
“Jonghyun, I’ve never heard you talk so articulate in my life!” Jinki said as loud as a whisper would allow, making Jonghyun give him the finger.
“Children,” Minho sighed, standing up from the crouch they had all been huddled in, his wings snapping open.
Jinki grabbed Minho’s arm before he took off through the roof or whatever he planned on doing to say, “I’ll warn you now, so you don’t go into this blind: ice demons are flesh eaters. You’ll see a lot of things you’ll wish you hadn’t.”
The archangel nodded before he did, in fact, fly through the ceiling, a giant hole in each floor until he made it to the top where Taemin no doubt was.
“Who does he think he is, Superman…” Jinki mumbled, having to sidestep so rubble didn’t fall onto him, pulling Jonghyun back by the collar just in time as a chunk larger than his head fell to the ground where he had been not moments before.
“Thanks,” Jonghyun smiled, straightening his collar and grabbing Jinki to have him teleport him back home. He didn’t wanna be around when the shit hit the fan. Before Jinki left to once again go after his ‘angel’ he asked slowly, “…Did you notice Minho’s wings?”
Jinki turned to stare at him gravely, a hand running over his face as he sighed, before it moved to rub at his neck tiredly. “Yeah,” he replied quietly before teleporting back to wait for Minho outside of the mansion.
The archangel's once pristine white feathers were now lightly dusted with darker, cold grey ones. The same color that a fallen’s turns. How much longer did they have until his wings were entirely dark? And why was he hoping that heaven wouldn’t want him back when they finally did come for him?
A/N: Now everyone chant with me: plot, plot, plot, plot! xD Yep. Finally. This series is almost done. One, maybe two more chapters. Awww sheeeeit wonder what's gonna happen :P Hope you enjoy!
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“Why is it so many people demand sex from you?” Minho growled beside him, one of his wings gliding over Jinki’s side. He was pretty sure he did it on purpose now. He had assumed he just didn’t know what to do with the giant appendages at first, but Minho seemed to know how to wield quite a few different larger parts of his body with finesse. The fact that he did it almost every time after they fucked also gave it away. He had a feeling it was a kind of cuddling for Minho.
“I think he’s more trying to summon me because he hasn’t seen me in over a week. Probably thinks I’m dead or something. You haven’t let me leave the house once, after all...” Jinki said in a mock pout. Like he could be upset that all they had been doing for the past week was having sex. Amazing sex. Mind blowing sex. Multiple orgasm sex. You get the point.
Minho sighed, making Jinki chuckle. Whenever the angel sighed like that, it implied he was going to do something he felt beneath him. He’d heard it often enough over the past week -like when he’d made him help with the dishes for the first time- to finally be able to differentiate it from his other noises. Minho didn’t always talk much, so it made Jinki thrilled to his bones to be able to tell his emotions or thoughts through body language or slight sounds now.
He watched the angel saunter into his walk in closet, proud of his restraint when he didn’t attack the naked man as soon as he got a good look at that toned ass. See? He was learning. It was just as much his fault they hadn’t gotten out of the house recently as it was Minho’s, but he’d never admit it. He wasn’t quite sure he wanted Minho out and about in Hell at the moment either…. But they’d have to go out eventually. Who knew how long Minho would be with him, after all.
A sigh of his own escaping his lips, he got up and walked in after him. Sure enough, Minho had somehow managed to tangle himself up in the cotton tee he was supposedly trying to 'put on' and not use as a way to strangle himself.
“I swear it’s like you never wore clothes before this,” Jinki groused, helping the laughable angel into the snug black v-neck. Sexy.
“Why do you think I wore things with zippers? Saved me the trouble,” he mumbled, watching Jinki wiggle into some skinny jeans of his own with a mix of desire and humor. “Why do you wear pants that tight?”
“Makes my ass look nice,” Jinki shrugged, turning to give Minho a peek.
“Also squeezes your balls blue.”
“Hey, it’s not easy finding jeans that fit my junk anyway,” he said, turning now to show Minho his package that already practically bulged out of the jeans when he was soft, let alone turned on. “But this kind of dress is the point in my line of work.”
“Not anymore it’s not. Change.”
“What?! I just spent over a minute trying to get these things on!”
“Take them off before I rip them off,” he threatened, rummaging through Jinki’s pants until he found some that looked odd, the crotch stretchy and loose nearly to the knees. “What in the heavens are these?”
“A new fashion trend. I don’t really like them myself, but they’re comfy,” he replied testily, practically falling over as he got the last of the restricting fabric off of his legs.
“Do they show your….” Minho gestured to his dick.
Jinki tsked, choosing not to answer. “If you’re gonna make me wear those, then you’re wearing the skinny jeans. Unless you don’t think you can restrain yourself when people all but crawl all over you.”
“I’ll wear them, if only to prove no one will come near me no matter what I’m wearing,” he growled, snatching the black skinnies from Jinki’s outstretched hand. Game, set, match.
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Minho was right yet entirely wrong at the same time about that, a circle roughly five feet away from them at all angles forming around them as soon as they entered club Lust.
“Okay okay, move your asses,” a familiar voice practically yelled over the music blaring obnoxiously in the small smoke filled room. Elbowing his way until he was finally in the circle with the two other men he was meeting up with, he groused, “You all act as if you’ve never seen an angel in your lives,” before pulling Jinki in for their every day greeting kiss. His lips didn’t even make it to Jinki’s own before a fist was slamming into his puckered mouth. “What the fuck, dude?!” he whined as he was forced back, his hand coming up to check to see if he was bleeding. Yep. He glared heatedly at the archangel as the taller man pushed Jinki behind him protectively, his wings flaring out in what Jonghyun could only determine was meant to be a threat.
“Sorry, Jjong, he’s rather protective of me. You should see some of the other guys that tried to do the same thing as soon as we walked in here,” Jinki said, half exasperated, half amused as he tried to peek around Minho’s massive wings.
“So why haven’t you been kicked out for violence yet?”
“The bouncer is scared of archangels, I guess?”
“I’d say just about everyone is,” Jonghyun muttered, noticing how no one was dancing anymore, instead all eyeing the' two winged sex on legs' that was this creature, who was standing in the middle of hundreds of hungry demons without so much as a care to any of them save one. “Let’s take this to a private room, shall we?” he suggested, letting Minho and Jinki follow him through the throng of people to the back rooms instead of grabbing at Jinki’s arm like he usually would. After all, he rather liked his face just the way it was, thank you.
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“So what’s up? You don’t usually try to summon me every five minutes,” Jinki asked, not bothering to argue as he was pulled to sit on Minho’s lap across from Jonghyun, the arm wrapping around his waist just tight enough for him to know he was there. As if he didn’t already.
“Taemin’s been throwing a hissy fit that you haven’t ante up’d your medallion yet. Threatening to take you to the higher ups and claim you as an oath breaker.”
“The little shit,” Jinki growled, already grabbing his phone from his pocket, intent on texting the younger demon.
“What oath? What is he talking about?” Minho asked, genuinely interested, his head resting on Jinki’s left shoulder comfortably.
“Well you two have gotten close,” Jonghyun mumbled, openly gaping in shock when the angel sent him a smug look without Jinki being able to see.
“I gave my word to an ice demon that I would give him my medallion in exchange for him saving your life.”
“That’s where your bad ass tattoo came from,” Jonghyun chipped in, though it seemed the other two were ignoring him when Jinki was turned around in Minho’s lap so they were face to face. “Why is it I always feel like I’m talking to myself?” he grumbled.
“You swore a life promise to have me saved?”
“Not like there was much else I could do at the time… I would have given it to him and then just killed him off when he summoned me, but I don’t have it anymore. Pretty certain I left it in your bedroom up in heaven.”
The angel beneath him stilled, his whole body turning to ice in a split second under him. “Your medallion is still in heaven…?” That realization made all the alarm bells in his brain go off, but he tried his best to put it on the back burner for the time being. “One problem at a time. Where is this ice demon? Theoretically it should be I who is in his debt, not you.”
Jinki shrugged. The ice demons weren’t really the kind of people he liked to hang out with.
“I know where he is,” Jonghyun said, making both heads turn. Finally he was a part of the conversation again, he thought, rolling his eyes.
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“Lately, the ice demon king has been getting more and more… bitey, so I’m told,” Jonghyun whispered, thanking the heavens, hell, whatever you wanted to believe in more, that Jinki was a smoke demon. Teleporting into the building was a whole lot easier than trying to get in through the front gates with three people. “Taemin’s been his favorite lately. You’ll probably find him in the suite. Jinki and I…. we can’t do shit to the ice king, anything we would do would look bad on our own factions, cause a war, at the very least get us tortured and killed, but you’re an angel. Not even fallen. We have no jurisdiction over you down here. You kill him? It’ll just be another death in the never ending battle that is good and evil.”
“Jonghyun, I’ve never heard you talk so articulate in my life!” Jinki said as loud as a whisper would allow, making Jonghyun give him the finger.
“Children,” Minho sighed, standing up from the crouch they had all been huddled in, his wings snapping open.
Jinki grabbed Minho’s arm before he took off through the roof or whatever he planned on doing to say, “I’ll warn you now, so you don’t go into this blind: ice demons are flesh eaters. You’ll see a lot of things you’ll wish you hadn’t.”
The archangel nodded before he did, in fact, fly through the ceiling, a giant hole in each floor until he made it to the top where Taemin no doubt was.
“Who does he think he is, Superman…” Jinki mumbled, having to sidestep so rubble didn’t fall onto him, pulling Jonghyun back by the collar just in time as a chunk larger than his head fell to the ground where he had been not moments before.
“Thanks,” Jonghyun smiled, straightening his collar and grabbing Jinki to have him teleport him back home. He didn’t wanna be around when the shit hit the fan. Before Jinki left to once again go after his ‘angel’ he asked slowly, “…Did you notice Minho’s wings?”
Jinki turned to stare at him gravely, a hand running over his face as he sighed, before it moved to rub at his neck tiredly. “Yeah,” he replied quietly before teleporting back to wait for Minho outside of the mansion.
The archangel's once pristine white feathers were now lightly dusted with darker, cold grey ones. The same color that a fallen’s turns. How much longer did they have until his wings were entirely dark? And why was he hoping that heaven wouldn’t want him back when they finally did come for him?
A/N: Now everyone chant with me: plot, plot, plot, plot! xD Yep. Finally. This series is almost done. One, maybe two more chapters. Awww sheeeeit wonder what's gonna happen :P Hope you enjoy!
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