Angels Choking On Their Halos-Chapter Two:See How Dirty I Can Get Them
Title: Angels Choking On Their Halos.
Author: notjustlyrics
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Alex Gaskarth/Jack Barakat
Summary: Can you imagine if the carnage they had predicted in 2012 had actually happened? Alex Gaskarth doesn't needed to. He's lived through it, right until the end when the devil's children came out to play. Jack Barakat is a proud solider to his master's religion but can you possibly imagine what will happen when they order comes to kill his favorite human?
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
If I let my eyes slip now, would I be declaring my vanquishment? Admitting to my discomfiture? What if I let my eyes drop to the harsh line of those corrupt lips, let them linger a moment more than necessary. Bite my own in order to keep from swaying forward.
Yet I do none of these suggestions, I keep my gaze steady, his eyes ablaze, blistering with the fuel of my defiance, of my rebellion. I would not bow down to him, to this thing. My pride shall be my undoing but I shall go down with inner peace. I fought for myself, for my own little slither of dignity.
Though I have none, stood before the beast in nothing more than dishrags and shoes as soulless as the animal glowering above me.
Deep melanoid eyes boar into my lost ones, awaiting an answer that was formulating on the tip of my tongue, the tangy taste ripe with the essence of my decease. I was certain these may be my last words.
“Oh lord demon sir, I am all but a pathetic human and you are all but a pathetic demon for preying on me,” deep breath, heartbeat erratic, what will his next move be. Move a piece and checkmate me, knock me out of the game, kill me in an instant.
It’s dark, his laugh, a low sound that reverberates around the infecund wasteland. He howled with laughter, his head averted to the endless sky, thrown back in some sort of amusement. It lit a match within me, I would not be laughed at for addressing him in, what I believed, was a derogatory manner. I hold my ground, fixating him with a glare, wishing him dead with my eyes. Could you wish such a handsome creature dead? My brow scrunches hoping to squeeze those thoughts from my mind; this was a deadly game of chess I could afford to leave my queen unprotected.
“Oh you are just so libidinous when you are trying to defend your pitiful little race,” his sneer a mile wide across a face that must have been modeled from the devil’s. Regrettably, violence was not the answer, if I could land a devastating punch on such a dominant being then I would but my attempt would be nothing more than a feather blow to the almighty creation. My battle must be won with words.
“Oh really?”
“Oh absolutely!” Those lips were once again mere centimeters from my own; I struggle with myself in order to keep my mind from betraying me and running to the sunset with my thoughts. The air gets caught within my throat; a pocket lodged through consternation. His arms folded dismissively behind his back as he continued to torture me with the proximity he insists on being within.
As if the switch had be flicked his arms emerged from their locked position, nibble fingers enclose my hips wrenching me towards his body, our chests now pressed firmly together, an astounded gasp falling helplessly from my parted lips, my arms unfolding in the split second in which the contact had been created.
My heart began to palpitate in my chest, attacking my ribcage, a caged animal within me. My breath all but an inconsistent shuddering mess. Try sliding a piece of paper between us, it was all but impossible. My eyes refuse to open, afraid that if they did then the sight they would encounter would be enough to induce another relentless round of wanting. I could not let myself think like that.
The unnecessary air that drifted from his mouth ruffled the few fly-away strands that resided on top of my head. I could feel the malicious chuckled vibrate his chest and the match that had been extinguished with horror as he pulled me in was now aflame once again.
My eyes shot open, hands bracing his chest attempting in vain to detach myself from him, his grip vice-like and inhuman, his smirk mocking. It was a feeble attempt and I knew this but yet I still struggled on.
“Get your blood-stained hands off me, how am I to know how many people have died as the result of those very limbs!”
“Calm,” he whispers and I am betrayed again by my body because I cease my thrashing and glimpsing into those unfathomable irises, I am trapped this time with no escape. Try as I may I cannot bring myself to look away, his eyes a gateway to nothingness and everything at the same time.
I see the movement; I feel the push as he begins to lean in. No, yes, no, yes, no, no! I can’t, it’s unheard of…
Except it’s constantly heard of. Humans become play things to these creatures, a means for easy satisfaction because it’s oh-so difficult to seduce one of your own kind. They would rather tease, manipulate and possible scar a pretty little human, than fool around with a fellow demonic soul. It was so much easier to destroy a human. This human is not a play thing.
I will not do this even if I crave it mercilessly, I will adhere to my morals. I flick my head to the right, his sultry lips brush my cheekbone and he is not impressed, a small burst of air gushed from his nose before he has my chin held tightly between his forefinger and thumb.
He is a demon; he will get what he wants.
My head is jerked back to face him, an ugly simper tugs at the corner of his mouth. I get one last glance at those entrancing eyes before I am hauled towards them, an animalistic action as his mouth attacks my own. I am disgusted with myself as I enjoy the contact, the feel of his silk tongue against my bottom lip, his own lips forcefully assaulting with no obvious care. Just reckless abandon, hunger, lust. I don’t stop him, why don’t I stop him? I can’t.
I blame the fact that this is the only form of contact, physical contact, I have had in months. My hands that once push against now pull to, my fists full of his brilliant white shirt undoubtedly staining it with the filth of the apocalypse. His slender hands, still gripped at my waste, move along my scarcely clothed sides, I can feel his smooth skin on my dust coated flesh. I shudder though the air has not been cold since December.
I am still human and I still need to breath, he is not done with me. I try and pull away, heaving for oxygen with my bottom lip captured between his teeth. I gulp, my actions forsake my rationality, this was never going to end well for me.
He is ferocious; my neck is his next victim. More bites, hard bites, long soothes of tongue, small kisses to balm the skin. And finally my body allows me to fight back.
“P-please stop,” for I cannot take this anymore. It is unholy in every sense of the word, it is macabre that I want to sin, I want him to help me sin. I want him to taint me, rip me to pieces and leave me broken. I need him but I need him to let me go, I need to get away, this is not good for me I can’t be thinking like this.
“And what if I say no.”
“Please,” begging was my lowest point but it had to be done, I could not handle this, society had drilled it into me that this is wrong because it is. His lips still lingered beside my ear soft breathing shivering through the air, matching my own haphazard exhales.
“I wanna take you home,” my heart sinks.
Author: notjustlyrics
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Alex Gaskarth/Jack Barakat
Summary: Can you imagine if the carnage they had predicted in 2012 had actually happened? Alex Gaskarth doesn't needed to. He's lived through it, right until the end when the devil's children came out to play. Jack Barakat is a proud solider to his master's religion but can you possibly imagine what will happen when they order comes to kill his favorite human?
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
If I let my eyes slip now, would I be declaring my vanquishment? Admitting to my discomfiture? What if I let my eyes drop to the harsh line of those corrupt lips, let them linger a moment more than necessary. Bite my own in order to keep from swaying forward.
Yet I do none of these suggestions, I keep my gaze steady, his eyes ablaze, blistering with the fuel of my defiance, of my rebellion. I would not bow down to him, to this thing. My pride shall be my undoing but I shall go down with inner peace. I fought for myself, for my own little slither of dignity.
Though I have none, stood before the beast in nothing more than dishrags and shoes as soulless as the animal glowering above me.
Deep melanoid eyes boar into my lost ones, awaiting an answer that was formulating on the tip of my tongue, the tangy taste ripe with the essence of my decease. I was certain these may be my last words.
“Oh lord demon sir, I am all but a pathetic human and you are all but a pathetic demon for preying on me,” deep breath, heartbeat erratic, what will his next move be. Move a piece and checkmate me, knock me out of the game, kill me in an instant.
It’s dark, his laugh, a low sound that reverberates around the infecund wasteland. He howled with laughter, his head averted to the endless sky, thrown back in some sort of amusement. It lit a match within me, I would not be laughed at for addressing him in, what I believed, was a derogatory manner. I hold my ground, fixating him with a glare, wishing him dead with my eyes. Could you wish such a handsome creature dead? My brow scrunches hoping to squeeze those thoughts from my mind; this was a deadly game of chess I could afford to leave my queen unprotected.
“Oh you are just so libidinous when you are trying to defend your pitiful little race,” his sneer a mile wide across a face that must have been modeled from the devil’s. Regrettably, violence was not the answer, if I could land a devastating punch on such a dominant being then I would but my attempt would be nothing more than a feather blow to the almighty creation. My battle must be won with words.
“Oh really?”
“Oh absolutely!” Those lips were once again mere centimeters from my own; I struggle with myself in order to keep my mind from betraying me and running to the sunset with my thoughts. The air gets caught within my throat; a pocket lodged through consternation. His arms folded dismissively behind his back as he continued to torture me with the proximity he insists on being within.
As if the switch had be flicked his arms emerged from their locked position, nibble fingers enclose my hips wrenching me towards his body, our chests now pressed firmly together, an astounded gasp falling helplessly from my parted lips, my arms unfolding in the split second in which the contact had been created.
My heart began to palpitate in my chest, attacking my ribcage, a caged animal within me. My breath all but an inconsistent shuddering mess. Try sliding a piece of paper between us, it was all but impossible. My eyes refuse to open, afraid that if they did then the sight they would encounter would be enough to induce another relentless round of wanting. I could not let myself think like that.
The unnecessary air that drifted from his mouth ruffled the few fly-away strands that resided on top of my head. I could feel the malicious chuckled vibrate his chest and the match that had been extinguished with horror as he pulled me in was now aflame once again.
My eyes shot open, hands bracing his chest attempting in vain to detach myself from him, his grip vice-like and inhuman, his smirk mocking. It was a feeble attempt and I knew this but yet I still struggled on.
“Get your blood-stained hands off me, how am I to know how many people have died as the result of those very limbs!”
“Calm,” he whispers and I am betrayed again by my body because I cease my thrashing and glimpsing into those unfathomable irises, I am trapped this time with no escape. Try as I may I cannot bring myself to look away, his eyes a gateway to nothingness and everything at the same time.
I see the movement; I feel the push as he begins to lean in. No, yes, no, yes, no, no! I can’t, it’s unheard of…
Except it’s constantly heard of. Humans become play things to these creatures, a means for easy satisfaction because it’s oh-so difficult to seduce one of your own kind. They would rather tease, manipulate and possible scar a pretty little human, than fool around with a fellow demonic soul. It was so much easier to destroy a human. This human is not a play thing.
I will not do this even if I crave it mercilessly, I will adhere to my morals. I flick my head to the right, his sultry lips brush my cheekbone and he is not impressed, a small burst of air gushed from his nose before he has my chin held tightly between his forefinger and thumb.
He is a demon; he will get what he wants.
My head is jerked back to face him, an ugly simper tugs at the corner of his mouth. I get one last glance at those entrancing eyes before I am hauled towards them, an animalistic action as his mouth attacks my own. I am disgusted with myself as I enjoy the contact, the feel of his silk tongue against my bottom lip, his own lips forcefully assaulting with no obvious care. Just reckless abandon, hunger, lust. I don’t stop him, why don’t I stop him? I can’t.
I blame the fact that this is the only form of contact, physical contact, I have had in months. My hands that once push against now pull to, my fists full of his brilliant white shirt undoubtedly staining it with the filth of the apocalypse. His slender hands, still gripped at my waste, move along my scarcely clothed sides, I can feel his smooth skin on my dust coated flesh. I shudder though the air has not been cold since December.
I am still human and I still need to breath, he is not done with me. I try and pull away, heaving for oxygen with my bottom lip captured between his teeth. I gulp, my actions forsake my rationality, this was never going to end well for me.
He is ferocious; my neck is his next victim. More bites, hard bites, long soothes of tongue, small kisses to balm the skin. And finally my body allows me to fight back.
“P-please stop,” for I cannot take this anymore. It is unholy in every sense of the word, it is macabre that I want to sin, I want him to help me sin. I want him to taint me, rip me to pieces and leave me broken. I need him but I need him to let me go, I need to get away, this is not good for me I can’t be thinking like this.
“And what if I say no.”
“Please,” begging was my lowest point but it had to be done, I could not handle this, society had drilled it into me that this is wrong because it is. His lips still lingered beside my ear soft breathing shivering through the air, matching my own haphazard exhales.
“I wanna take you home,” my heart sinks.