Un Gemito Dell'estinto, Interlude
Hope this sounds okay. I may or may not revamp it later after I've had sleep and distance on it.
Series: xxxHOLIC
Characters: Doumeki, Watanuki, Yuuko
Couple: Doumeki/Watanuki
Title: Un Gemito Dell'estinto
Word Count: 3,870
Chapter: Interlude - Beautiful (Interlude/19)
Status: Incomplete
Rating: Mature/R
Disclaimer: Yeah...right...I wish I had any sort of property to these books
Summery: Watanuki had thought it was all over. It had only been a vague fear of how badly being an archangel would affect his life until he was dragged into an eternal struggle where he alone could decide the outcome.
It was a bit difficult to get a decent rhythm for kissing, as Torin enjoyed taking it slow and languid, and Orphée favored short and powerful ones. Their tongues battled it out for dominance and in the end, Torin’s won. He dove into Orphée’s mouth before the demon could change his mind and arms dragged his beloved into his lap. The kiss prolonged on until it felt like eternity and if he didn’t have to breathe, he wouldn’t have parted for anything.
Teasingly, Orphée ground his hips down a little and Torin stifled a moan. He knew Orphée liked to tease him, it was no doubt a habit, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t get to him even now. The urge was incredible, but he wasn’t about to let this degenerate into animalistic lust right there on the floor, on top of the shattered remains of Orphée’s coffee table. It wasn’t about just physical satiation.
Orphée gave a sound that he could only describe as a ‘squawk’ when he picked him up and carried him back to the bedroom. Whether it was because of the sudden movement, the fact that he knew where the bedroom was, or because he’d guided the demon’s legs to twine around his waist as he walked, he remained uncertain. By the time he’d set him down on the bed, gently, his partner was beginning to get the idea.
“Hold on, hold on, hold on. Are you saying that I’m bottom? You’ve probably never been with anybody, especially male, before!”
Torin didn’t say anything for a long moment and was distinctly uncomfortable about answering, because he knew that Orphée would probably read all sorts of wrong things into it. “Not entirely true. I was with a man…once.”
“I thought you said you couldn’t get an erection if you didn’t love that person. Are you saying you did?”
Seeing the jealousy sparking in his lover’s eyes, he hastened to reassure him, kissing him sweetly so that Orphée might know just how deep his feelings ran. “In a manner of speaking. I did care for him greatly and felt compassion for him. He held an unrequited love and was feeling particularly depressed. My feelings were apparently sufficiently strong enough that I felt something.”
“You sure that’s not just what this is then?”
He smiled softly and slowly pulled off Orphée’s shirt, worshipping the skin beneath him in a sinful but wonderful way. “I’m sure. This feeling I have now, like I’m burning up from the inside out, wasn’t there before. Every time I see your smiles, I treasure them. They are so beautiful, it makes me ache in my heart and my groin. I was terrified you’d notice my awkward state when I took care of you after you got injured, so I dared not look below your shoulders. Even choirs of angels cannot compare to your voice and I welcome its assault to my ears, even if it is nothing more than curse words.”
By the time he finished speaking, Orphée was bright red. “How can you just say those embarrassing things?! How?! You’re killing me here!”
“Then I shall have to bring you back to life,” he whispered and stole another kiss, dragging it out until his lungs screamed for air. He might have continued indefinitely with that regardless, if something wrapping around his wrist hadn’t distracted him. It was not a hand…
Orphée smirked and flexed his tail, tightening around his wrist. “Let’s make this more sacrilegious,” he replied and opened his wings a little, the red and slightly transparent membrane and black bones looking particularly striking and beautiful against the lights of the bedroom. His almost black skin shown to Torin’s eyes and though it would be dangerous with Orphée’s almost five-inch claws, he didn’t care. This had nothing to do with attraction in their human form, and he would prove it. Tonight would be Heaven and Hell meeting, in stark reality. The opposites would embrace, in a union that was forbidden but unstoppable.
His hair grew out to his knees and turned silver, clothing shifting to his more angelic ones. The room may have been big, but it wasn’t overwhelmingly so, and because of the close quarters, his pure white feathers brushed along that of Orphée’s wings. It caused him to shiver and this time when he pried off that heavy, armored jacket of his lover, it was without a sense of panic and with an urge of lust.
“Naga…you said you were with a man before. Were-”
“I didn’t love him, before you ask,” Orphée interrupted, though that wasn’t what Torin had been about to say. He didn’t realize that he’d been so anxious until he heard that. Some of the tension seeped from his shoulders and he sighed.
“Was it Lucifer?”
“Was it…? What is it with you and Luce?! Seriously! Luce is about as straight as they come! We’ve been friends, practically brothers, since he started the war! Never, ever! I love the man, but not like that! Besides, he only plays top and I’ve never-Erk.” Orphée suddenly stopped talking and by the way his cheeks flared red, he obviously hadn’t intended to make it clear that he was a virgin for playing bottom.
He really has no idea that Lucifer’s probably been in love with him since the war. But oblivious Orphée, my sweet naïve Nagalsabael, you can stay that way. I will nurture that innocence you will no doubt deny is there. I will give my life to protect that…and you.
“Do you need me to tell you what to do?”
“No need,” he replied in a murmur that ended up sounding seductive and he felt Orphée shiver beneath his hands. He smiled and slowly undid each buckle of that breastplate, letting it drop onto the floor next to bed with a thud. He would definitely take his time like this.
“You’re serious?! You played top that time you just told me about?! Who was it? It’s got to be another angel.”
“Erm...you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
However, Orphée wasn’t entirely naïve and he was putting the pieces together. “Jesus Christ!” he cursed, eyes wide and staring at the ceiling as if it were a foreign object.
“Yes,” he replied with a sigh and dragged off his beloved’s boots until all that remained were those greaves to get out of the way.
“Hell, I’d never have…I mean, he was…Who was his-?”
Torin huffed and kissed him soundly to keep him quiet. “My most wonderful beloved, can you please stop asking about this? I do realize it’s shocking, but surely you should be thinking about more gratifying, and immediate, pleasures. And people. Such as me.”
Orphée grinned and deliberately writhed on the bed beneath him, mock masking it by making it seem like he was stretching. Torin swallowed thickly and just watching that made his loins ache with desire. “Were you jealous, Kinah?”
Even if it was a nickname, it resounded in his heart as if it were his full one and he moaned slightly at the pleasant sensations that he felt thrumming through his soul as if it were a physical touch. “Yes,” he whimpered truthfully and leaned down to leave kisses around Orphée’s nipples. “I was jealous. Of Lucifer for being so close to you, for you asking such questions as if I wasn’t as important as a bit of gossip.”
His lover laughed and he felt the vibrations in Orphée’s chest. “You’re helpless, completely hopeless on top of that.” There was a pause and warmth he’d never heard filled the demon’s voice and made him lift his head. “But there’s nothing to do with you. Guess I’ll just have to stick around and protect you from all those baddies out there. Now get out of those clothes or I’ll take them off for you.” He licked one of his long, sharp nails in punctuation.
Torin smiled indulgently and began to take off his jacket and shirt. He missed his armor, but this had its advantages. While his plate mail had been light, it wasn’t the easiest to get out of in a hurry. He noted that Orphée’s red eyes hungered on every bit of skin he exposed and though it put a faint blush on his cheeks, he was oh-so-happy about it, to know that his demon, his demon, wanted him just as badly. Hands stopped him when he reached for his pants and drew them to Orphée’s greaves. “Take them off for me,” he murmured, nipping at the archangel’s lips, and Torin thought that even succubus would be jealous of that voice.
“As you wish, my Naga,” he replied and leaned down to kiss his lover. Between his busy hands and mouth, he failed to notice where Orphée’s tail had gone until something slim wrapped around his length and squeezed tightly. “Naga!” he moaned in faint protest, all movement halted as he tried to remember how to breathe.
“What are you waiting for now?” came the smoothly calm voice in his ear. “We’ll be here all night if you don’t hurry up.”
“You…”
“Haven’t you realized how much I love to torment you? It’s what demons do best.” There was a faint nuzzling against his ear and as if to make things worse, that very supple tail pressed down on his faintly leaking tip. “I will break that iron control of yours.”
With shaking hands, he managed to rid them both of their pants, though how later remained a mystery. And true to his word, Orphée did indeed enjoy tormenting him. Faster than he would have thought possible, the demon had found every one of his sensitive spots and was exploiting them to the best of his ability. Able to look more fully at the body beneath him, and as much as he liked, Orphée looked even more beautiful than before, scars and all. As if not caring about who had what position, his legs widened invitingly and Torin had to bite his lip to maintain any sense of calm.
“Naga…”
“What are you waiting for, Kinah?”
Hesitating only once, Torin reached down, prompted by Orphée’s urgings, to find that virgin entrance. His lips descended on the pert nipples and he heard his lover’s moans for the first time. Every time he twitched his head, there was a faint jingle from his multitude of earrings as they touched together and he followed the sound of them closely. He ran his feathers along the outside of Orphée’s body, earning him a faint, low howl of pleasure. He treasured every sound, for the same reason that he did every smile: because they were so rare, they were never to be taken for granted. So many times Orphée would never just say what he really felt or thought, so there had to be something to look for that would tell the truth. And Torin was learning them all.
“My Naga, you must be an incubus, for I have never desired anyone else more than I have you. You drive me to distraction, until I can think of nothing else but the color of your eyes and the way your voice sounds when it is breathy and so very ethereal.” He slid his second finger in gently and was watching so closely that he didn’t miss the faint flash of discomfort on his lover’s face. “Shh, my love. It’ll be all right. I won’t hurt you.”
“Don’t treat me like a woman, I know all that,” Orphée snapped, but it was lacking its usual harsh tone. By now, Torin had learned that particular kind of voice meant he was embarrassed, probably at how he was being loved so gently. But it wasn’t in an angel’s nature, especially not Torin’s, to be harsh.
“Let me treasure you, Nagalsabael,” he whispered and loved how that full name caused his lover to arch into his touch. In response, the tail around him shifted to caress him more firmly and he was reaching the limit of his restraint. He wanted to fully prepare Orphée, didn’t want to hurt him, but if he kept this up…
Without warning, Orphée dragged him close and their lips met in a passion that was so full of fire that Torin felt that he was losing himself in it. No wonder Hell was so enticing to Fallen Angels, how easy it was to give up and just let yourself fall into that promise of freedom, uncontrolled and with no restraints. Orphée seduced him all over again with that kiss and he knew that he’d never step foot into Heaven again, not by his own will. Whether God would allow it or not, he would never, ever willingly leave the side of this demon.
“Hurry up,” came the whispered moan when their lips parted and dumbly, he nodded. His hands urged those lithe legs to wrap around his waist, feeling each and every muscle twitch under his touch. He caressed them, aching to feel them as if they were part of his own body. It caused Orphée to writhe on the bed, this time for real, and he made a mental note that this was obviously one of his lover’s sensitive spots.
The tail, slick and wet now, unwrapped from around him, but if he thought that it would allow him to think straight, he was sorely mistaken. Now it was even worse, because he could focus only on the throbbing ache of his groin with nothing to relieve it. “Naga…Naga, are you sure you’re all right with this?”
For once, it appeared as if Orphée was too lost in the moment to be anything but truthful. “Position doesn’t matter, Kinah, so long as it’s you.” Red flared up brightly and those hazy eyes wouldn’t meet his because of embarrassment. “If it’s you…If it’s you, then I guess I don’t mind giving you…well, give you It.”
Apparently Orphée did have some words he found embarrassing to say and apparently ‘virginity’ was one of them. He was a bundle of contradictions and that made him even endearing. Smiling softly, he oh-so-gently guided himself in, stopping whenever Orphée made a gasp tinted with pain. He was paying so much attention to his lover that he wasn’t even giving any notice to his own needs until his lustful demon had flipped them over and he was on the bottom.
A few of his feathers got stuck in awkward positions against the bed and he winced in pain when they pulled, but that was quickly forgotten as he looked up and saw Orphée straddling him. “Incubus,” he teased a little when he saw his lover seductively run his tongue along one of his claw-like nails again while he waited to get used to the sudden length invading his body.
“Nah, not a smidgeon of that kind of blood in me,” was the quiet rejoinder, but it wasn’t any less confident than the rest of his speech in normal circumstances. “But if I arouse you to this extent, I’ll take that as a compliment. Come to think of it, I’m probably the only demon to have sex with an angel.”
“Naga,” he whispered pleadingly. “Please…speak of no one else but us. I don’t wish to hear about any other demon or angel, or who they bed.”
“You’re completely infatuated with me.” The smirk was full and bright and slowly those hips began to rock. Not quite thrusting, but enough to cause Torin to gasp in pleasure. Nothing he’d ever experienced in his one-time only dalliance with anyone could have ever prepared him for how it felt. To become one for even a few seconds with the person he had come to love so deeply was a gift that he had never known existed until now.
“Let me…Let me hear you say it just once,” he begged.
Now Orphée was moving up and down and it wrenched a cry from his throat, almost making him forget what he’d asked. “Say what, Shekinah?”
His name thrilled right through his bloodstream and in a surge of love, he enclosed them both with his white wings, regardless of Orphée’s own demon ones. It was a world unto them alone, nothing was allowed entry unless Torin let it. He would protect his demon, his most beautiful of companions. “Let me hear you say you love me.”
Orphée froze above him and he moaned in protest. “Why?” was the emotionless, quiet question.
“Because I need to know. Just this once, so that I know, let me hear you say it, from your lips. I don’t want to just guess, read into words that mean that, just in case I’m wrong. I need to hear you say it.”
For a moment, all was silent, and Torin feared that this was but a dream, or worse, a living nightmare. That the words that would come out would not lift him to the most highest of joys, but deep into the bowels of pain. The moment lasted longer than he expected and he couldn’t help enclosing them both even tighter in his wings. His eyes pleaded for words, anything but the silence.
Red flooded Orphée’s cheeks again and his confident expression disappeared to replaced by something that Torin could only call ‘vulnerable’ and ‘exposed’. “Only this once. I’ll only say this once, so remember it. Because even if you get jealous, I won’t say it again.” A pause for silence the length of a heartbeat, a heartbeat that lasted a whole year. “I love you, Shekinah.”
Orphée had made it such a smooth transition so that Torin didn’t know when the words ended or when his lover had begun to move again. Instinctively, his hands came up to hold the demon’s waist, help brace him as he thrust in time, taking over the rhythm somewhat so that it was somewhere between quickly passionate and languidly loving.
A faint cry interrupted the only sound in the room of the jangling of Orphée’s earrings and it rang in the archangel’s ears like music. He’d never realized until now just how much weight was lifted when he heard those words. How much anxiety disappeared completely when he was sure, heard them for himself. The memory of it, the way those words sounded as they fell from the demon’s lips, burned itself into his mind so that no matter what would happen, he would never forget.
“Slower,” he moaned, wanting the moment to last, but Orphée was having none of it.
“Slower later. I love fast.”
Fast it was, then, as he was being ridden into a pleasurable oblivion. As careful as Orphée was with his claws, they did rake some welts down his back when Torin surged up to hold the demon tight and those arms went around him. Somehow, their wings didn’t get tangled in a painful way and he ran his lips over Orphée’s nearest one. Something very near a scream echoed and there was a spasmodic tightening around his length that felt so good, he almost climaxed.
“Kinah…Hell, Kinah, harder!”
“No harder,” he replied, shifting his attention to suckling on a nipple right in front of his mouth. “If you pick the speed, I pick the force.” Orphée looked down just as Torin smiled sweetly up at him, earning him the most adorable blush yet. “And I want to love you gently.”
Much to his surprise, the speed settled down and Orphée urged them over until the demon was on the bottom again. “I can’t believe you’ve turned me into such a sap.” Their eyes wouldn’t meet, but Torin knew that there was embarrassment there even without seeing it. “So…do whatever the hell you want.”
Torin’s smile became lovingly pampering and he shifted to the pace he’d wanted to do the most: languid, gentle, and slow. It felt so much better like this, able to feel the sensations so much more potently. And he wanted to do it like this because it would show Orphée just how much he treasured him. Just because Torin was on top didn’t mean that his lover was any less important. In fact, he was more important than anything, meant more than his own immortal soul. The only way he could think of properly express this was not with words, but with action.
He was worshipping this demon, in a way that he deserved.
A hand slipped between their moving bodies to slowly stroke that aching arousal and Orphée cried out, thrusting upward instinctively, but unable to change the pace. “You said I could do as I wanted,” he reminded teasingly, but there was no response to that. Given the sweat on their bodies and the strain on his lover’s face, it was all Orphée could do to hold back.
Really, to hold back was silly, but that was his beloved’s pride.
“I want us to come together,” he whispered, his other hand gripping the mussed sheets beneath them so tightly, not trusting himself not to bruise Orphée if he held him in any other place. Torin’s cramped wings stretched out a little as he neared the end of his restraint, his hand moving faster. For the first time, Orphée seemed at a loss and that beautiful body trembled beneath him, ready to do as he bid.
That singular moment when they came together, when their wings stretched to their limits and knocked things down off any nearby surface; when they arched their backs, and cried out, love surrounding them like a cocoon, became the most beautiful moment in Torin’s life. A deep and strong magic had been woven and when they joined, he swore that their separate hearts beat at the exact same moment and rhythm. A temporary link was born, and he found his soul drowning in Orphée’s emotions. Love, embarrassment, jealousy, happiness, pleasure, and an overwhelming possessiveness all became his own and he embraced them, welcomed them into his heart where he would protect them all.
The moment passed, the link faded, and he remained only himself, sweating and gasping over top of the demon. He couldn’t move right then, didn’t want, reveling in the sweet, silent after-haze. It was only as he was pulling out and Orphée gave a faint, awed curse that he realized he had expected the demon to be quite…vocal during sex. Now that he thought about it, it was almost as if there were something missing.
When he mentioned it, Orphée looked distinctly uncomfortable and glanced away in embarrassment. “What?” he prompted when he didn’t quite get it.
“I said, you deaf moron, that I knew you’d want this whole ‘first-time’ thing to be special, so…I did all the cursing in my head.” Burgundy eyes flashed back at him sternly. “But don’t think I won’t the next time! You only get one special night.”
Torin grabbed the hand that pointed at him repeatedly and gently kissed the back of it, pure love overwhelming his very being. “Every moment, every night, with you is special.”
Instead of just his cheeks, Orphée’s whole face turned red and he could practically feel the heat wafting off of him. “Idiot!”
Series: xxxHOLIC
Characters: Doumeki, Watanuki, Yuuko
Couple: Doumeki/Watanuki
Title: Un Gemito Dell'estinto
Word Count: 3,870
Chapter: Interlude - Beautiful (Interlude/19)
Status: Incomplete
Rating: Mature/R
Disclaimer: Yeah...right...I wish I had any sort of property to these books
Summery: Watanuki had thought it was all over. It had only been a vague fear of how badly being an archangel would affect his life until he was dragged into an eternal struggle where he alone could decide the outcome.
It was a bit difficult to get a decent rhythm for kissing, as Torin enjoyed taking it slow and languid, and Orphée favored short and powerful ones. Their tongues battled it out for dominance and in the end, Torin’s won. He dove into Orphée’s mouth before the demon could change his mind and arms dragged his beloved into his lap. The kiss prolonged on until it felt like eternity and if he didn’t have to breathe, he wouldn’t have parted for anything.
Teasingly, Orphée ground his hips down a little and Torin stifled a moan. He knew Orphée liked to tease him, it was no doubt a habit, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t get to him even now. The urge was incredible, but he wasn’t about to let this degenerate into animalistic lust right there on the floor, on top of the shattered remains of Orphée’s coffee table. It wasn’t about just physical satiation.
Orphée gave a sound that he could only describe as a ‘squawk’ when he picked him up and carried him back to the bedroom. Whether it was because of the sudden movement, the fact that he knew where the bedroom was, or because he’d guided the demon’s legs to twine around his waist as he walked, he remained uncertain. By the time he’d set him down on the bed, gently, his partner was beginning to get the idea.
“Hold on, hold on, hold on. Are you saying that I’m bottom? You’ve probably never been with anybody, especially male, before!”
Torin didn’t say anything for a long moment and was distinctly uncomfortable about answering, because he knew that Orphée would probably read all sorts of wrong things into it. “Not entirely true. I was with a man…once.”
“I thought you said you couldn’t get an erection if you didn’t love that person. Are you saying you did?”
Seeing the jealousy sparking in his lover’s eyes, he hastened to reassure him, kissing him sweetly so that Orphée might know just how deep his feelings ran. “In a manner of speaking. I did care for him greatly and felt compassion for him. He held an unrequited love and was feeling particularly depressed. My feelings were apparently sufficiently strong enough that I felt something.”
“You sure that’s not just what this is then?”
He smiled softly and slowly pulled off Orphée’s shirt, worshipping the skin beneath him in a sinful but wonderful way. “I’m sure. This feeling I have now, like I’m burning up from the inside out, wasn’t there before. Every time I see your smiles, I treasure them. They are so beautiful, it makes me ache in my heart and my groin. I was terrified you’d notice my awkward state when I took care of you after you got injured, so I dared not look below your shoulders. Even choirs of angels cannot compare to your voice and I welcome its assault to my ears, even if it is nothing more than curse words.”
By the time he finished speaking, Orphée was bright red. “How can you just say those embarrassing things?! How?! You’re killing me here!”
“Then I shall have to bring you back to life,” he whispered and stole another kiss, dragging it out until his lungs screamed for air. He might have continued indefinitely with that regardless, if something wrapping around his wrist hadn’t distracted him. It was not a hand…
Orphée smirked and flexed his tail, tightening around his wrist. “Let’s make this more sacrilegious,” he replied and opened his wings a little, the red and slightly transparent membrane and black bones looking particularly striking and beautiful against the lights of the bedroom. His almost black skin shown to Torin’s eyes and though it would be dangerous with Orphée’s almost five-inch claws, he didn’t care. This had nothing to do with attraction in their human form, and he would prove it. Tonight would be Heaven and Hell meeting, in stark reality. The opposites would embrace, in a union that was forbidden but unstoppable.
His hair grew out to his knees and turned silver, clothing shifting to his more angelic ones. The room may have been big, but it wasn’t overwhelmingly so, and because of the close quarters, his pure white feathers brushed along that of Orphée’s wings. It caused him to shiver and this time when he pried off that heavy, armored jacket of his lover, it was without a sense of panic and with an urge of lust.
“Naga…you said you were with a man before. Were-”
“I didn’t love him, before you ask,” Orphée interrupted, though that wasn’t what Torin had been about to say. He didn’t realize that he’d been so anxious until he heard that. Some of the tension seeped from his shoulders and he sighed.
“Was it Lucifer?”
“Was it…? What is it with you and Luce?! Seriously! Luce is about as straight as they come! We’ve been friends, practically brothers, since he started the war! Never, ever! I love the man, but not like that! Besides, he only plays top and I’ve never-Erk.” Orphée suddenly stopped talking and by the way his cheeks flared red, he obviously hadn’t intended to make it clear that he was a virgin for playing bottom.
He really has no idea that Lucifer’s probably been in love with him since the war. But oblivious Orphée, my sweet naïve Nagalsabael, you can stay that way. I will nurture that innocence you will no doubt deny is there. I will give my life to protect that…and you.
“Do you need me to tell you what to do?”
“No need,” he replied in a murmur that ended up sounding seductive and he felt Orphée shiver beneath his hands. He smiled and slowly undid each buckle of that breastplate, letting it drop onto the floor next to bed with a thud. He would definitely take his time like this.
“You’re serious?! You played top that time you just told me about?! Who was it? It’s got to be another angel.”
“Erm...you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
However, Orphée wasn’t entirely naïve and he was putting the pieces together. “Jesus Christ!” he cursed, eyes wide and staring at the ceiling as if it were a foreign object.
“Yes,” he replied with a sigh and dragged off his beloved’s boots until all that remained were those greaves to get out of the way.
“Hell, I’d never have…I mean, he was…Who was his-?”
Torin huffed and kissed him soundly to keep him quiet. “My most wonderful beloved, can you please stop asking about this? I do realize it’s shocking, but surely you should be thinking about more gratifying, and immediate, pleasures. And people. Such as me.”
Orphée grinned and deliberately writhed on the bed beneath him, mock masking it by making it seem like he was stretching. Torin swallowed thickly and just watching that made his loins ache with desire. “Were you jealous, Kinah?”
Even if it was a nickname, it resounded in his heart as if it were his full one and he moaned slightly at the pleasant sensations that he felt thrumming through his soul as if it were a physical touch. “Yes,” he whimpered truthfully and leaned down to leave kisses around Orphée’s nipples. “I was jealous. Of Lucifer for being so close to you, for you asking such questions as if I wasn’t as important as a bit of gossip.”
His lover laughed and he felt the vibrations in Orphée’s chest. “You’re helpless, completely hopeless on top of that.” There was a pause and warmth he’d never heard filled the demon’s voice and made him lift his head. “But there’s nothing to do with you. Guess I’ll just have to stick around and protect you from all those baddies out there. Now get out of those clothes or I’ll take them off for you.” He licked one of his long, sharp nails in punctuation.
Torin smiled indulgently and began to take off his jacket and shirt. He missed his armor, but this had its advantages. While his plate mail had been light, it wasn’t the easiest to get out of in a hurry. He noted that Orphée’s red eyes hungered on every bit of skin he exposed and though it put a faint blush on his cheeks, he was oh-so-happy about it, to know that his demon, his demon, wanted him just as badly. Hands stopped him when he reached for his pants and drew them to Orphée’s greaves. “Take them off for me,” he murmured, nipping at the archangel’s lips, and Torin thought that even succubus would be jealous of that voice.
“As you wish, my Naga,” he replied and leaned down to kiss his lover. Between his busy hands and mouth, he failed to notice where Orphée’s tail had gone until something slim wrapped around his length and squeezed tightly. “Naga!” he moaned in faint protest, all movement halted as he tried to remember how to breathe.
“What are you waiting for now?” came the smoothly calm voice in his ear. “We’ll be here all night if you don’t hurry up.”
“You…”
“Haven’t you realized how much I love to torment you? It’s what demons do best.” There was a faint nuzzling against his ear and as if to make things worse, that very supple tail pressed down on his faintly leaking tip. “I will break that iron control of yours.”
With shaking hands, he managed to rid them both of their pants, though how later remained a mystery. And true to his word, Orphée did indeed enjoy tormenting him. Faster than he would have thought possible, the demon had found every one of his sensitive spots and was exploiting them to the best of his ability. Able to look more fully at the body beneath him, and as much as he liked, Orphée looked even more beautiful than before, scars and all. As if not caring about who had what position, his legs widened invitingly and Torin had to bite his lip to maintain any sense of calm.
“Naga…”
“What are you waiting for, Kinah?”
Hesitating only once, Torin reached down, prompted by Orphée’s urgings, to find that virgin entrance. His lips descended on the pert nipples and he heard his lover’s moans for the first time. Every time he twitched his head, there was a faint jingle from his multitude of earrings as they touched together and he followed the sound of them closely. He ran his feathers along the outside of Orphée’s body, earning him a faint, low howl of pleasure. He treasured every sound, for the same reason that he did every smile: because they were so rare, they were never to be taken for granted. So many times Orphée would never just say what he really felt or thought, so there had to be something to look for that would tell the truth. And Torin was learning them all.
“My Naga, you must be an incubus, for I have never desired anyone else more than I have you. You drive me to distraction, until I can think of nothing else but the color of your eyes and the way your voice sounds when it is breathy and so very ethereal.” He slid his second finger in gently and was watching so closely that he didn’t miss the faint flash of discomfort on his lover’s face. “Shh, my love. It’ll be all right. I won’t hurt you.”
“Don’t treat me like a woman, I know all that,” Orphée snapped, but it was lacking its usual harsh tone. By now, Torin had learned that particular kind of voice meant he was embarrassed, probably at how he was being loved so gently. But it wasn’t in an angel’s nature, especially not Torin’s, to be harsh.
“Let me treasure you, Nagalsabael,” he whispered and loved how that full name caused his lover to arch into his touch. In response, the tail around him shifted to caress him more firmly and he was reaching the limit of his restraint. He wanted to fully prepare Orphée, didn’t want to hurt him, but if he kept this up…
Without warning, Orphée dragged him close and their lips met in a passion that was so full of fire that Torin felt that he was losing himself in it. No wonder Hell was so enticing to Fallen Angels, how easy it was to give up and just let yourself fall into that promise of freedom, uncontrolled and with no restraints. Orphée seduced him all over again with that kiss and he knew that he’d never step foot into Heaven again, not by his own will. Whether God would allow it or not, he would never, ever willingly leave the side of this demon.
“Hurry up,” came the whispered moan when their lips parted and dumbly, he nodded. His hands urged those lithe legs to wrap around his waist, feeling each and every muscle twitch under his touch. He caressed them, aching to feel them as if they were part of his own body. It caused Orphée to writhe on the bed, this time for real, and he made a mental note that this was obviously one of his lover’s sensitive spots.
The tail, slick and wet now, unwrapped from around him, but if he thought that it would allow him to think straight, he was sorely mistaken. Now it was even worse, because he could focus only on the throbbing ache of his groin with nothing to relieve it. “Naga…Naga, are you sure you’re all right with this?”
For once, it appeared as if Orphée was too lost in the moment to be anything but truthful. “Position doesn’t matter, Kinah, so long as it’s you.” Red flared up brightly and those hazy eyes wouldn’t meet his because of embarrassment. “If it’s you…If it’s you, then I guess I don’t mind giving you…well, give you It.”
Apparently Orphée did have some words he found embarrassing to say and apparently ‘virginity’ was one of them. He was a bundle of contradictions and that made him even endearing. Smiling softly, he oh-so-gently guided himself in, stopping whenever Orphée made a gasp tinted with pain. He was paying so much attention to his lover that he wasn’t even giving any notice to his own needs until his lustful demon had flipped them over and he was on the bottom.
A few of his feathers got stuck in awkward positions against the bed and he winced in pain when they pulled, but that was quickly forgotten as he looked up and saw Orphée straddling him. “Incubus,” he teased a little when he saw his lover seductively run his tongue along one of his claw-like nails again while he waited to get used to the sudden length invading his body.
“Nah, not a smidgeon of that kind of blood in me,” was the quiet rejoinder, but it wasn’t any less confident than the rest of his speech in normal circumstances. “But if I arouse you to this extent, I’ll take that as a compliment. Come to think of it, I’m probably the only demon to have sex with an angel.”
“Naga,” he whispered pleadingly. “Please…speak of no one else but us. I don’t wish to hear about any other demon or angel, or who they bed.”
“You’re completely infatuated with me.” The smirk was full and bright and slowly those hips began to rock. Not quite thrusting, but enough to cause Torin to gasp in pleasure. Nothing he’d ever experienced in his one-time only dalliance with anyone could have ever prepared him for how it felt. To become one for even a few seconds with the person he had come to love so deeply was a gift that he had never known existed until now.
“Let me…Let me hear you say it just once,” he begged.
Now Orphée was moving up and down and it wrenched a cry from his throat, almost making him forget what he’d asked. “Say what, Shekinah?”
His name thrilled right through his bloodstream and in a surge of love, he enclosed them both with his white wings, regardless of Orphée’s own demon ones. It was a world unto them alone, nothing was allowed entry unless Torin let it. He would protect his demon, his most beautiful of companions. “Let me hear you say you love me.”
Orphée froze above him and he moaned in protest. “Why?” was the emotionless, quiet question.
“Because I need to know. Just this once, so that I know, let me hear you say it, from your lips. I don’t want to just guess, read into words that mean that, just in case I’m wrong. I need to hear you say it.”
For a moment, all was silent, and Torin feared that this was but a dream, or worse, a living nightmare. That the words that would come out would not lift him to the most highest of joys, but deep into the bowels of pain. The moment lasted longer than he expected and he couldn’t help enclosing them both even tighter in his wings. His eyes pleaded for words, anything but the silence.
Red flooded Orphée’s cheeks again and his confident expression disappeared to replaced by something that Torin could only call ‘vulnerable’ and ‘exposed’. “Only this once. I’ll only say this once, so remember it. Because even if you get jealous, I won’t say it again.” A pause for silence the length of a heartbeat, a heartbeat that lasted a whole year. “I love you, Shekinah.”
Orphée had made it such a smooth transition so that Torin didn’t know when the words ended or when his lover had begun to move again. Instinctively, his hands came up to hold the demon’s waist, help brace him as he thrust in time, taking over the rhythm somewhat so that it was somewhere between quickly passionate and languidly loving.
A faint cry interrupted the only sound in the room of the jangling of Orphée’s earrings and it rang in the archangel’s ears like music. He’d never realized until now just how much weight was lifted when he heard those words. How much anxiety disappeared completely when he was sure, heard them for himself. The memory of it, the way those words sounded as they fell from the demon’s lips, burned itself into his mind so that no matter what would happen, he would never forget.
“Slower,” he moaned, wanting the moment to last, but Orphée was having none of it.
“Slower later. I love fast.”
Fast it was, then, as he was being ridden into a pleasurable oblivion. As careful as Orphée was with his claws, they did rake some welts down his back when Torin surged up to hold the demon tight and those arms went around him. Somehow, their wings didn’t get tangled in a painful way and he ran his lips over Orphée’s nearest one. Something very near a scream echoed and there was a spasmodic tightening around his length that felt so good, he almost climaxed.
“Kinah…Hell, Kinah, harder!”
“No harder,” he replied, shifting his attention to suckling on a nipple right in front of his mouth. “If you pick the speed, I pick the force.” Orphée looked down just as Torin smiled sweetly up at him, earning him the most adorable blush yet. “And I want to love you gently.”
Much to his surprise, the speed settled down and Orphée urged them over until the demon was on the bottom again. “I can’t believe you’ve turned me into such a sap.” Their eyes wouldn’t meet, but Torin knew that there was embarrassment there even without seeing it. “So…do whatever the hell you want.”
Torin’s smile became lovingly pampering and he shifted to the pace he’d wanted to do the most: languid, gentle, and slow. It felt so much better like this, able to feel the sensations so much more potently. And he wanted to do it like this because it would show Orphée just how much he treasured him. Just because Torin was on top didn’t mean that his lover was any less important. In fact, he was more important than anything, meant more than his own immortal soul. The only way he could think of properly express this was not with words, but with action.
He was worshipping this demon, in a way that he deserved.
A hand slipped between their moving bodies to slowly stroke that aching arousal and Orphée cried out, thrusting upward instinctively, but unable to change the pace. “You said I could do as I wanted,” he reminded teasingly, but there was no response to that. Given the sweat on their bodies and the strain on his lover’s face, it was all Orphée could do to hold back.
Really, to hold back was silly, but that was his beloved’s pride.
“I want us to come together,” he whispered, his other hand gripping the mussed sheets beneath them so tightly, not trusting himself not to bruise Orphée if he held him in any other place. Torin’s cramped wings stretched out a little as he neared the end of his restraint, his hand moving faster. For the first time, Orphée seemed at a loss and that beautiful body trembled beneath him, ready to do as he bid.
That singular moment when they came together, when their wings stretched to their limits and knocked things down off any nearby surface; when they arched their backs, and cried out, love surrounding them like a cocoon, became the most beautiful moment in Torin’s life. A deep and strong magic had been woven and when they joined, he swore that their separate hearts beat at the exact same moment and rhythm. A temporary link was born, and he found his soul drowning in Orphée’s emotions. Love, embarrassment, jealousy, happiness, pleasure, and an overwhelming possessiveness all became his own and he embraced them, welcomed them into his heart where he would protect them all.
The moment passed, the link faded, and he remained only himself, sweating and gasping over top of the demon. He couldn’t move right then, didn’t want, reveling in the sweet, silent after-haze. It was only as he was pulling out and Orphée gave a faint, awed curse that he realized he had expected the demon to be quite…vocal during sex. Now that he thought about it, it was almost as if there were something missing.
When he mentioned it, Orphée looked distinctly uncomfortable and glanced away in embarrassment. “What?” he prompted when he didn’t quite get it.
“I said, you deaf moron, that I knew you’d want this whole ‘first-time’ thing to be special, so…I did all the cursing in my head.” Burgundy eyes flashed back at him sternly. “But don’t think I won’t the next time! You only get one special night.”
Torin grabbed the hand that pointed at him repeatedly and gently kissed the back of it, pure love overwhelming his very being. “Every moment, every night, with you is special.”
Instead of just his cheeks, Orphée’s whole face turned red and he could practically feel the heat wafting off of him. “Idiot!”