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Title: Temptation
Author: mindor
Word count: 2745
Rating: R
Summary: Chris reads the tabloids, and he doesn't approve.
Warnings: Can't think of much really, probably the only thing that'd need a warning is the mention of ZQ/JG, but you can miss that if you squint the right way. Oh, and unbetaed due to lack of time.
A/N and disclaimer: Written for the anniversary of Pinto de Mayo. Not mine and this wouldn't happen even if I owned them.
Temptation
“It’s a joke, right?” Chris’ furious face appears in Zach’s half open door at ass o’clock in the fucking a.m. barely a week before the filming of Star Trek XII starts. Which wouldn’t be a bad thing normally, but Zach won’t get to sleep in for a very long fucking time and he wanted to savor his last few undisturbed mornings.
“What…?” Zach asks not so eloquently as some sort of a greeting. At least he has a good reason to be rude; his body needs caffeine to function and his tea’s not even brewing yet.
He represses a chuckle at the anger flashing in Chris’ eyes, making them glow like cold flames as he answers. “What the tabloids write about you and Groff!”
“Gossips, Christopher? Are you really that fucking pathetic?” Zach pushes, because that’s the only thing that’s ever worked when it comes to him and Chris. Push and shove at each other until one of them gives up and disappears only to come back the next day for more.
“You know he’s mine Zach, back the fuck off!” Chris barrels into Zach’s home, the possessiveness he feels for all of his protégées blooming hot and pink on his cheeks. Zach doesn’t even know what to feel any more which is pretty much his norm around Chris lately. It’s either jealousy for the pretty little fuckers he could never be, or joy for having such an excellent leash he can keep Chris always near with.
“I didn’t see your name written anywhere on him. And, according to your reliable sources, I checked. Thoroughly.” Zach leers and watches as Chris’ fingers curl into tight fists by his sides. He won’t start a fight, Zach knows that, but Chris’s always been way too erratic for his job. Zach can always hope.
“If you mess up my plans with him, I’m going to fucking hunt your ass down, I swear to God!” Chris growls as threateningly as a week old puppy. For being such a daddy’s boy, he can swear up quite a storm though. Zach wholeheartedly approves.
“Whoa, no need to bring out the big guns just yet. He was sober, consenting and fun. Which I know you don’t know the meaning of, but you should try it some time.” Zach busts out his most evil grin almost feels his canines lengthen to transform his face into a demonic mask. “I have the next hour free. If you drop this holier-than-thou act, I might be willing to indulge you.”
“You know that I don’t indulge in anything in your field of interest.” Chris spits back and it’s glorious to watch him force down the lust he clearly feels at Zach’s come hither look. He’s such a pretty, pretty thing with so many unnecessary inhibitions that Zach would just love to break him down piece by tiny little piece.
“Yep, and it’s a petty, because that ass? Was made for sinning.” Zach laughs easy as his awakening erection would let him, running his gaze down to appreciate the tight stretch of jeans over Chris’ bulge. He even leans to the side a bit to catch a glimpse of the most perfect backside in the history of creation.
“I’m sure it wasn’t, but I’ll ask later.” Chris lifts an infuriatingly passive eyebrow, but his eyes never lie and it takes Zach exactly .2 seconds to determine that they’re still on.
“How considerate of you.” Zach performs a tiny curtsy, sweeping his imaginary skirt to the sides.
“Wish I could say the same about you. I’m going to check up on Groff in a couple of days and if he’s been tainted in any way…” Chris leaves the end of that sentence unsaid and Zach’s quite happy that he didn’t do any permanent damage. He’d much rather suffer God’s and Lucifer’s combined wrath than face Chris when he’s looking to really hurt someone.
“He’s pure as a newborn lamb; don’t get your feathers in a bunch.” Zach shrugs remembering the boy’s tight heat and the hot, tingling feeling he got from Jon’s touch. He made sure not to leave any marks behind and Zach’s positive the boy still has no idea just how close to damning himself he got on that night.
“I hope you’ll excuse me that I don’t take your word for that. You’ve set me back with Anton by decades for a fucking BJ in the bathroom.” Chris hisses as he glares daggers at Zach. The fact that most likely this is the closest he’ll ever be to getting penetrated by anything related to Chris makes Zach hate this situation even more.
“Hey, that was my job, it wasn’t his time! I don’t mix business with pleasure…much. But if you want me to compare heavenly mouths, I need at least one more sample.” Zach wiggles his hips suggestively and lets himself bask in the knowledge that he can squeeze a reaction out of Chris even if it’s just making him blush faintly.
“Zach, stop with the innuendo! Just tell me what you did to him so I can prepare myself.” Chris sounds irate now, less furious, but a slow simmering anger is still present that visibly eats away his resolve minute by minute.
“I fucked him, Chris. Once. But he had you around for such a long time and he still wanted me out of his very free will. Even you wouldn’t have said no!” Zach accuses. He can clearly remember, the soft, not yet holy skin, the heat which wasn’t scalding as Chris’ would be if he ever touched him the right way. If Zach had just dug a little deeper he could have tasted that sacred flesh underlined with Chris’ flavor, the guardian in the kid’s soul. Zach was a saint for resisting that temptation. “And for the record, it’s not innuendo, it’s full on propositioning.”
Chris snorts. “Fuck you Zach.”
It’s familiar enough that Zach can mindlessly come up with a retort. “Name the time and place, baby.”
“Is seducing me in your job description as well?” Chris asks way too straightforward for Zach’s sanity. It is one thing to rush head first into a brick wall, and Zach’s not kidding himself that he isn’t insane enough to just do that over and over again. But now the brick wall’s starting to grow barbed wires and he isn’t nearly masochistic enough to enjoy that.
“Because dragging me into an identity crisis was in yours?” Zach shoots back, dancing on the edge of desperation and madness, the balance weakened by his own stupidity. He wasn’t supposed to be falling for Chris, because Chris sure as hell isn’t falling for Zach.
“You know I joined the cast for Anton.” Chris answers, hesitant. He knows it’s only part of the truth. He could have left once he made sure Anton was safe despite Zach’s constant presence on the set. He’s known since the day they met that Zach doesn’t kill people, not even those who are potentially dangerous for his kind. Sure, he diverts them from their path, setting them back by a few years, but he can’t mess with destiny. He’s explained all that to Chris. And despite everything, Chris still stuck around, accepted the part of Jim Kirk; played it flawlessly against Zach’s Spock. He wormed his way under Zach’s skin to such an extent that Zach sometimes wished he could leave everything behind and just fly away with Chris to a place where nothing mattered.
“Yeah, your precious little angel...” Zach says, not quite managing to banish the bitterness from his voice.
“Zach, you liked him too.” Chris tries, but it’s weak as far as arguments go. Just as men don’t like rabid dogs, no matter how cute they are, Zach doesn’t like either Jon, or Anton. It’s still a mystery as to why he likes Chris.
“No, Chris! If I wasn’t clear enough in the past, I like you! Your scars on your stupid, perfect face, your eyes when they glow with all the self-righteous, superficial bullshit you believe in. I’ve jerked off thinking about your hands fingering me open so many times in the past year that I could draw it from memory. I get a hard-on when you lecture me about stuff I don’t give a shit about. I’m so fucking gone for you that I even enjoyed all those times you condemned me, and trust me, that’s no fun at all. Hell, I even like your complete fucking lack of fashion sense. Want me to go on?” Zach takes a step closer just to watch Chris defiantly plant his feet and not move an inch.
“Do you enjoy hearing how pitiful you’ve made me?” Zach draws a deep breath to calm himself, but he knows his eyes are pitch black and he feels his wings unfolding, the sharp bones ripping his black wife-beater to shreds. “You’re pretty fucking cruel for an angel.”
Zach sighs when Chris still doesn’t say a word. He looks up at the heavens dejectedly, not that demons such as him should expect much mercy from there. The ability to see the bright halo around Chris shows Zach that he’s fully transformed by now. It can’t be a pretty sight for Chris. While angels transform into these noble, beautiful creatures, demons lose most of their humanity and resemble the vampires of horror movies with wings that look like an angel’s skeleton.
“This isn’t the first time you’ve seen me turn, could you just get over your disgust and leave me alone to peacefully wallow in self-pity?” Zach asks, voice tight with emotion, but he’ll be damned - well, more than he already is - if he lets Chris see him cry.
“Why would I be disgusted?” Chris sounds honestly baffled and Zach has to take the chance to look at him and see for himself whether he’s telling the truth. There’s nothing showing on Chris’ face just careful neutrality. The slow motions and Chris’ gentle tone makes Zach feel like a cornered lion which is being soothed by a man armed with a stick. Zach flutters his wings, startling Chris into motion.
He tentatively reaches out, planting his right hand over Zach’s collarbone. The first touch of Chris’ hand on his shoulder sizzles loudly in the quiet of the room and they both jump back.
Nothing like this has ever happened when they both were in their human forms. Not even when Zach had to pretend to choke Chris in that godforsaken scene. There’s always been a feeling of warmth, but nothing this drastic. Now, there’s an angry red patch of skin where Chris’ hand has touched Zach moments ago and Zach’s morbidly hopeful that it leaves a mark.
He’s pulled out of his thoughts by Chris’ eyes starting to glow and Zach suddenly realizes what’s coming. He’s only seen Chris transform once, but when he turns, it’s magnificent. His irises expand painting his eyes into the most incredible shade of blue while his skin pales to tone in with the white of his wings. They are roughly the same size as Zach’s but covered in elegant white feathers so soft looking that Zach would gladly give up what’s left of his soul for a chance to touch them. They look like the cleansed and cared for versions of his own bony, black batwings.
“Chris, what are you doing?” Zach asks carefully, because he has to make sure they are on the same page. Chris looks determined and while Zach’s pretty much down with anything Chris wants to do while he’s standing close enough that he can practically smell heaven on him, he’d really like to know first.
“What I should have done a long time ago.” Chris answers once his transformation is complete and he’s standing in front of Zach in all his angelic glory. He takes a deep breath and reaches out gripping Zach’s shoulder firmly. They both hiss at the contact, but it’s not nearly as bad as it was when they weren’t both turned. Zach doesn’t want to pull away and for the first time in decades he prays that Chris wouldn’t want to either. To his relief Chris only steps closer, lightly presses the pads of his left hand to Zach’s cheek as if to see what happens. The pain is insignificant and Zach leans into the touch like an affection starved cat.
“I was sent there to save a soul, only it wasn’t Anton’s. He wouldn’t have been in danger if it wasn’t for me in the first place.” Chris whispers and Zach’s brain screeches to a halt.
“No…no, no, just no. You can’t do this to me, not now!” Zach babbles, shaking his head and burying his nose in Chris’ shoulder for the first and probably last time.
“What?”
“I don’t need saving, Chris. I’m a demon, I like being a demon, and I sure as hell won’t go to purgatory to earn another set of wings. Even if they are fluffy and warm.” Zach reaches out to ruffle Chris’ feathers and hears Chris groan softly. It’s a nice sound, so Zach runs his fingers as far down Chris’ wings as he can, earning himself another throaty moan.
“It was me. It’s always been me.” Chris whispers. There’s a hint of smile in his voice and Zach takes a few moments to catch up.
“You don’t want me to switch teams?” He asks in disbelief.
“I have plenty of feathers for the both of us.” Chris’ wings stretch as if to prove his point and his mischievous smile is as un-angelic as it’ll ever get.
“If you’ve missed the memo, I kind of like the way you look. Zach, you’re beautiful.” Zach can’t quite believe that. There are dark markings showing on the left side of his face, his canines have lengthened into pointed fangs, but the most prominent difference between them are his wings. They start in bones as thick as a man’s wrist to span Zach’s whole living room when folded in half. Their skin is black, dusted with fine hairs, a slowly healing tear disfiguring the right one.
“What are you exactly trying to say?” Zach, against all his instincts, pulls back to look at Chris’ whole form glowing in the darkness of his living room.
“Zach, I was meant to fall. I’ve known it for years and I fought so hard against it. Probably the longest an angel has ever withstood fate, but you were right. There’s no point in fighting destiny.”
“So you’re giving up your halo?” Zach has no idea where angels go after that, because none of the demons in Hell were born from the ashes of an angel. Do they become humans and lead lives worthy enough to go back to Heaven?
“Of course not! Have you ever actually met a fallen angel? It’s like being demoted. Badly. I won’t get the easy jobs like guiding the pure souls such as Anton or Jon any more. I’ll be forever in your shadow trying to save all those poor people you make sinners.” Chris steps closer with every word and Zach swears he’ll be the most hard-working minion of Hell if it means he gets to keep Chris this close for the rest of his life.
“You don’t exactly make a great argument here to stop me from tempting mankind. Humans are so easy to debauch and much more difficult to cleanse.” Zach takes the last step, running a finger over the scars on Chris’ jaw. There’s a faint puff of smoke erupting from their first point of contact, but after that it’s only the thrilling heat of pure lust that’s like manna for Zach’s soul.
Chris’s the one to close the distance between them, pressing soft, warm lips against Zach’s chapped mouth. “It’s all about balance Zachary. I’ll catch up with you while you’re unconscious from me fucking you to heaven and back.” Chris whispers before diving back in and claiming Zach’s mouth in a much more passionate kiss. It feels like a revelation after yearning for it so long even though Zach’s given up everything holy a long time ago.
“We should start practicing...Now.” Zach manages to pant against Chris’ smiling lips when they break up for air.
“You’re so easy.” Chris teases, but he’s the one linking their fingers together and pulling Zach in the direction of his bedroom.
“So? I’m a demon of Lust. What’s your excuse, Pine?”
Author: mindor
Word count: 2745
Rating: R
Summary: Chris reads the tabloids, and he doesn't approve.
Warnings: Can't think of much really, probably the only thing that'd need a warning is the mention of ZQ/JG, but you can miss that if you squint the right way. Oh, and unbetaed due to lack of time.
A/N and disclaimer: Written for the anniversary of Pinto de Mayo. Not mine and this wouldn't happen even if I owned them.
Temptation
“It’s a joke, right?” Chris’ furious face appears in Zach’s half open door at ass o’clock in the fucking a.m. barely a week before the filming of Star Trek XII starts. Which wouldn’t be a bad thing normally, but Zach won’t get to sleep in for a very long fucking time and he wanted to savor his last few undisturbed mornings.
“What…?” Zach asks not so eloquently as some sort of a greeting. At least he has a good reason to be rude; his body needs caffeine to function and his tea’s not even brewing yet.
He represses a chuckle at the anger flashing in Chris’ eyes, making them glow like cold flames as he answers. “What the tabloids write about you and Groff!”
“Gossips, Christopher? Are you really that fucking pathetic?” Zach pushes, because that’s the only thing that’s ever worked when it comes to him and Chris. Push and shove at each other until one of them gives up and disappears only to come back the next day for more.
“You know he’s mine Zach, back the fuck off!” Chris barrels into Zach’s home, the possessiveness he feels for all of his protégées blooming hot and pink on his cheeks. Zach doesn’t even know what to feel any more which is pretty much his norm around Chris lately. It’s either jealousy for the pretty little fuckers he could never be, or joy for having such an excellent leash he can keep Chris always near with.
“I didn’t see your name written anywhere on him. And, according to your reliable sources, I checked. Thoroughly.” Zach leers and watches as Chris’ fingers curl into tight fists by his sides. He won’t start a fight, Zach knows that, but Chris’s always been way too erratic for his job. Zach can always hope.
“If you mess up my plans with him, I’m going to fucking hunt your ass down, I swear to God!” Chris growls as threateningly as a week old puppy. For being such a daddy’s boy, he can swear up quite a storm though. Zach wholeheartedly approves.
“Whoa, no need to bring out the big guns just yet. He was sober, consenting and fun. Which I know you don’t know the meaning of, but you should try it some time.” Zach busts out his most evil grin almost feels his canines lengthen to transform his face into a demonic mask. “I have the next hour free. If you drop this holier-than-thou act, I might be willing to indulge you.”
“You know that I don’t indulge in anything in your field of interest.” Chris spits back and it’s glorious to watch him force down the lust he clearly feels at Zach’s come hither look. He’s such a pretty, pretty thing with so many unnecessary inhibitions that Zach would just love to break him down piece by tiny little piece.
“Yep, and it’s a petty, because that ass? Was made for sinning.” Zach laughs easy as his awakening erection would let him, running his gaze down to appreciate the tight stretch of jeans over Chris’ bulge. He even leans to the side a bit to catch a glimpse of the most perfect backside in the history of creation.
“I’m sure it wasn’t, but I’ll ask later.” Chris lifts an infuriatingly passive eyebrow, but his eyes never lie and it takes Zach exactly .2 seconds to determine that they’re still on.
“How considerate of you.” Zach performs a tiny curtsy, sweeping his imaginary skirt to the sides.
“Wish I could say the same about you. I’m going to check up on Groff in a couple of days and if he’s been tainted in any way…” Chris leaves the end of that sentence unsaid and Zach’s quite happy that he didn’t do any permanent damage. He’d much rather suffer God’s and Lucifer’s combined wrath than face Chris when he’s looking to really hurt someone.
“He’s pure as a newborn lamb; don’t get your feathers in a bunch.” Zach shrugs remembering the boy’s tight heat and the hot, tingling feeling he got from Jon’s touch. He made sure not to leave any marks behind and Zach’s positive the boy still has no idea just how close to damning himself he got on that night.
“I hope you’ll excuse me that I don’t take your word for that. You’ve set me back with Anton by decades for a fucking BJ in the bathroom.” Chris hisses as he glares daggers at Zach. The fact that most likely this is the closest he’ll ever be to getting penetrated by anything related to Chris makes Zach hate this situation even more.
“Hey, that was my job, it wasn’t his time! I don’t mix business with pleasure…much. But if you want me to compare heavenly mouths, I need at least one more sample.” Zach wiggles his hips suggestively and lets himself bask in the knowledge that he can squeeze a reaction out of Chris even if it’s just making him blush faintly.
“Zach, stop with the innuendo! Just tell me what you did to him so I can prepare myself.” Chris sounds irate now, less furious, but a slow simmering anger is still present that visibly eats away his resolve minute by minute.
“I fucked him, Chris. Once. But he had you around for such a long time and he still wanted me out of his very free will. Even you wouldn’t have said no!” Zach accuses. He can clearly remember, the soft, not yet holy skin, the heat which wasn’t scalding as Chris’ would be if he ever touched him the right way. If Zach had just dug a little deeper he could have tasted that sacred flesh underlined with Chris’ flavor, the guardian in the kid’s soul. Zach was a saint for resisting that temptation. “And for the record, it’s not innuendo, it’s full on propositioning.”
Chris snorts. “Fuck you Zach.”
It’s familiar enough that Zach can mindlessly come up with a retort. “Name the time and place, baby.”
“Is seducing me in your job description as well?” Chris asks way too straightforward for Zach’s sanity. It is one thing to rush head first into a brick wall, and Zach’s not kidding himself that he isn’t insane enough to just do that over and over again. But now the brick wall’s starting to grow barbed wires and he isn’t nearly masochistic enough to enjoy that.
“Because dragging me into an identity crisis was in yours?” Zach shoots back, dancing on the edge of desperation and madness, the balance weakened by his own stupidity. He wasn’t supposed to be falling for Chris, because Chris sure as hell isn’t falling for Zach.
“You know I joined the cast for Anton.” Chris answers, hesitant. He knows it’s only part of the truth. He could have left once he made sure Anton was safe despite Zach’s constant presence on the set. He’s known since the day they met that Zach doesn’t kill people, not even those who are potentially dangerous for his kind. Sure, he diverts them from their path, setting them back by a few years, but he can’t mess with destiny. He’s explained all that to Chris. And despite everything, Chris still stuck around, accepted the part of Jim Kirk; played it flawlessly against Zach’s Spock. He wormed his way under Zach’s skin to such an extent that Zach sometimes wished he could leave everything behind and just fly away with Chris to a place where nothing mattered.
“Yeah, your precious little angel...” Zach says, not quite managing to banish the bitterness from his voice.
“Zach, you liked him too.” Chris tries, but it’s weak as far as arguments go. Just as men don’t like rabid dogs, no matter how cute they are, Zach doesn’t like either Jon, or Anton. It’s still a mystery as to why he likes Chris.
“No, Chris! If I wasn’t clear enough in the past, I like you! Your scars on your stupid, perfect face, your eyes when they glow with all the self-righteous, superficial bullshit you believe in. I’ve jerked off thinking about your hands fingering me open so many times in the past year that I could draw it from memory. I get a hard-on when you lecture me about stuff I don’t give a shit about. I’m so fucking gone for you that I even enjoyed all those times you condemned me, and trust me, that’s no fun at all. Hell, I even like your complete fucking lack of fashion sense. Want me to go on?” Zach takes a step closer just to watch Chris defiantly plant his feet and not move an inch.
“Do you enjoy hearing how pitiful you’ve made me?” Zach draws a deep breath to calm himself, but he knows his eyes are pitch black and he feels his wings unfolding, the sharp bones ripping his black wife-beater to shreds. “You’re pretty fucking cruel for an angel.”
Zach sighs when Chris still doesn’t say a word. He looks up at the heavens dejectedly, not that demons such as him should expect much mercy from there. The ability to see the bright halo around Chris shows Zach that he’s fully transformed by now. It can’t be a pretty sight for Chris. While angels transform into these noble, beautiful creatures, demons lose most of their humanity and resemble the vampires of horror movies with wings that look like an angel’s skeleton.
“This isn’t the first time you’ve seen me turn, could you just get over your disgust and leave me alone to peacefully wallow in self-pity?” Zach asks, voice tight with emotion, but he’ll be damned - well, more than he already is - if he lets Chris see him cry.
“Why would I be disgusted?” Chris sounds honestly baffled and Zach has to take the chance to look at him and see for himself whether he’s telling the truth. There’s nothing showing on Chris’ face just careful neutrality. The slow motions and Chris’ gentle tone makes Zach feel like a cornered lion which is being soothed by a man armed with a stick. Zach flutters his wings, startling Chris into motion.
He tentatively reaches out, planting his right hand over Zach’s collarbone. The first touch of Chris’ hand on his shoulder sizzles loudly in the quiet of the room and they both jump back.
Nothing like this has ever happened when they both were in their human forms. Not even when Zach had to pretend to choke Chris in that godforsaken scene. There’s always been a feeling of warmth, but nothing this drastic. Now, there’s an angry red patch of skin where Chris’ hand has touched Zach moments ago and Zach’s morbidly hopeful that it leaves a mark.
He’s pulled out of his thoughts by Chris’ eyes starting to glow and Zach suddenly realizes what’s coming. He’s only seen Chris transform once, but when he turns, it’s magnificent. His irises expand painting his eyes into the most incredible shade of blue while his skin pales to tone in with the white of his wings. They are roughly the same size as Zach’s but covered in elegant white feathers so soft looking that Zach would gladly give up what’s left of his soul for a chance to touch them. They look like the cleansed and cared for versions of his own bony, black batwings.
“Chris, what are you doing?” Zach asks carefully, because he has to make sure they are on the same page. Chris looks determined and while Zach’s pretty much down with anything Chris wants to do while he’s standing close enough that he can practically smell heaven on him, he’d really like to know first.
“What I should have done a long time ago.” Chris answers once his transformation is complete and he’s standing in front of Zach in all his angelic glory. He takes a deep breath and reaches out gripping Zach’s shoulder firmly. They both hiss at the contact, but it’s not nearly as bad as it was when they weren’t both turned. Zach doesn’t want to pull away and for the first time in decades he prays that Chris wouldn’t want to either. To his relief Chris only steps closer, lightly presses the pads of his left hand to Zach’s cheek as if to see what happens. The pain is insignificant and Zach leans into the touch like an affection starved cat.
“I was sent there to save a soul, only it wasn’t Anton’s. He wouldn’t have been in danger if it wasn’t for me in the first place.” Chris whispers and Zach’s brain screeches to a halt.
“No…no, no, just no. You can’t do this to me, not now!” Zach babbles, shaking his head and burying his nose in Chris’ shoulder for the first and probably last time.
“What?”
“I don’t need saving, Chris. I’m a demon, I like being a demon, and I sure as hell won’t go to purgatory to earn another set of wings. Even if they are fluffy and warm.” Zach reaches out to ruffle Chris’ feathers and hears Chris groan softly. It’s a nice sound, so Zach runs his fingers as far down Chris’ wings as he can, earning himself another throaty moan.
“It was me. It’s always been me.” Chris whispers. There’s a hint of smile in his voice and Zach takes a few moments to catch up.
“You don’t want me to switch teams?” He asks in disbelief.
“I have plenty of feathers for the both of us.” Chris’ wings stretch as if to prove his point and his mischievous smile is as un-angelic as it’ll ever get.
“If you’ve missed the memo, I kind of like the way you look. Zach, you’re beautiful.” Zach can’t quite believe that. There are dark markings showing on the left side of his face, his canines have lengthened into pointed fangs, but the most prominent difference between them are his wings. They start in bones as thick as a man’s wrist to span Zach’s whole living room when folded in half. Their skin is black, dusted with fine hairs, a slowly healing tear disfiguring the right one.
“What are you exactly trying to say?” Zach, against all his instincts, pulls back to look at Chris’ whole form glowing in the darkness of his living room.
“Zach, I was meant to fall. I’ve known it for years and I fought so hard against it. Probably the longest an angel has ever withstood fate, but you were right. There’s no point in fighting destiny.”
“So you’re giving up your halo?” Zach has no idea where angels go after that, because none of the demons in Hell were born from the ashes of an angel. Do they become humans and lead lives worthy enough to go back to Heaven?
“Of course not! Have you ever actually met a fallen angel? It’s like being demoted. Badly. I won’t get the easy jobs like guiding the pure souls such as Anton or Jon any more. I’ll be forever in your shadow trying to save all those poor people you make sinners.” Chris steps closer with every word and Zach swears he’ll be the most hard-working minion of Hell if it means he gets to keep Chris this close for the rest of his life.
“You don’t exactly make a great argument here to stop me from tempting mankind. Humans are so easy to debauch and much more difficult to cleanse.” Zach takes the last step, running a finger over the scars on Chris’ jaw. There’s a faint puff of smoke erupting from their first point of contact, but after that it’s only the thrilling heat of pure lust that’s like manna for Zach’s soul.
Chris’s the one to close the distance between them, pressing soft, warm lips against Zach’s chapped mouth. “It’s all about balance Zachary. I’ll catch up with you while you’re unconscious from me fucking you to heaven and back.” Chris whispers before diving back in and claiming Zach’s mouth in a much more passionate kiss. It feels like a revelation after yearning for it so long even though Zach’s given up everything holy a long time ago.
“We should start practicing...Now.” Zach manages to pant against Chris’ smiling lips when they break up for air.
“You’re so easy.” Chris teases, but he’s the one linking their fingers together and pulling Zach in the direction of his bedroom.
“So? I’m a demon of Lust. What’s your excuse, Pine?”