Unravelling Zeke - Saint Valentine
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Title: Saint Valentine
Author: Gabi
Fandom: The Faculty
Pairing: Z/C
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It's hot as Hell on Saint Valentine's Day
Disclaimer: I own neither the rights nor the characters. If I did, Mr Tyler would be sporting a lovely new collar. I make no money. I have no money. Don’t sue me.
Note: Part beta’d by Aliensouldream. *giggles*
Previous
Epiphany / Party & Boring / Plans / Casa Del Tyler / The Suit / Mom / Hate You / Meet the Connors / New York - Friday / New York - Saturday / New York - Sunday / Texting / The Deal / Complex / Snow / Pictures of You / A Connor Christmas / Missed This / Photogenic / New Years Eve / Trust
NOTE: This is the chapter that broke my beta. I've been giggling about this for weeks. Came to me as a throw away line in the New York chapter and saved and developed for a chapter of its own.
WARNING: My boys have pet names for each other so this has a religious theme. But if you were devout enough to be offended by this you wouldn't be reading boy smex in the first place, right? Please remember that these are MY boys, they're in love and this is ENTIRELY consentual.
Now I've wet your appetite a little... Enjoy! >:o)
A solitary figure walks the sodium drenched night. Barely visible in the flurry of snowflakes, he trudges on, through the snowdrifts along the sidewalk, hunched against the cold. His breath curls before him. He hugs a small paper bag to his chest. He is not in the best of moods.
Why the fuck did you agree to this shit? Like you don’t have enough to fuckin’ worry about without this kinda shit. You’re fuckin’ whipped, Tyler. Whipped. When the fuck did that happen? You couldn’t just say ‘no’ could you? No. One look at those big blues and you cave. Every fucking time. Whipped.
They didn’t even ask for ID. Why the fuck would they? Teenagers don’t buy fucking champagne do they? None in their right fucking mind, anyway. No. Just those who’ve been sent out in the snow because their boyfriend wants to celebrate a four month fucking anniversary. Champagne for your boyfriend. Sounding awfully gay there, Tyler.
You couldn’t just say no. Like you were ever gonna dump Casey before Valentine’s Day. But here you are, out in the fucking snow cos the brat waits until the last fucking minute to decide he can’t possibly live without it. And you went didn’t you? Alone. Yes you fucking did. Anything for Casey.
Okay… So maybe he does deserve it for putting up with you for the last… however fucking long you’ve been unbearable. Cos you’ve been a bit of a snappy fucker of late, haven’t you? Of course you have. You’ve got a fuck-ton of shit to deal with right now and if the morons at school don’t know a good day to stay out of your way, well… that’s not your problem is it?
Except you’ve been kinda snappy with Casey lately too, haven’t you? Like it or not it’s boiling over to the last person you want it to and if this is what it takes to make him feel secure then you’ll bite the fucking bullet and get it done. Champagne by way of apology. At least we won’t be too hungover at school tomorrow.
You’re just gonna have to learn to rein it in. Mask it better. Lock it the fuck down… while you still can. Ok, you know what? Shut the fuck up. We’re not going down that road tonight. Tonight is mine. Mine and Casey’s and I’m not letting anything get in the way of that. Not tonight. And thank fuck I’m home.
And of course you locked the door didn’t you? Course you fucking did. And now your fingers are too… fucking… numb… to get the key in the lock. Ok… you need to calm the fuck down, man. Breathe. Breathe... Breathe… Deep breath. Ok. Remember why you went out. Be good.
Zeke managed to open the door and kick the snow off his boots before stepping into the welcoming warmth of the hall. He put the bagged bottle on the table while he removed his jacket and boots. He shook the snow off his beanie and carried it with the bottle into the living room.
Casey wasn’t there. Which left one of two places he could be. Bathroom or bedroom. He had no qualms about taking the champagne to the bedroom. When he reached the bottom stair he found a note, three stairs up. It had an arrow pointing upward and a handwritten:
The word is
“Red”
The what? Casey’s leaving codes now? Intrigued, he ran up the stairs with the bottle and just as he was about to open his bedroom door he found another note, taped above his biohazard sign. He paused to read it.
Dear exalted Lucifer
On this, the day of Saint Valentine, your wrath must be appeased.
We have acquired a worthy gift for you to defile, corrupt and pervert
as is your Lordly privilege.
Take your sinful pleasures from the flesh of
our gift to you, oh Dark One.
Love & kisses
The Minions.
Zeke burst out laughing, but his brain back-tracked and he stopped suddenly. He read it again just to be certain his eyes hadn’t deceived him. What the fuck was waiting for him behind that door? Well there was only one way to find out. He sucked in a composing breath and stepped inside.
When his brain registered what he saw he almost… almost dropped the champagne. A thousand fires scorched his insides and stole his breath. There… on the black sheets… lay his Angel. His very own, living… breathing… Angel. Complete with a wingspan that out-stretched the bed by at least a foot each side. Where the fuck did he get those and how the fuck did he smuggle them into the house? Well, now he knew why he’d been sent to the store.
He stood dumbfounded while he catalogued the view. Casey, with his flawless white luminous skin, stretched on his back on the black sheets. Large white wings spread from behind his shoulders. They looked fucking real too, feathered. A sleeveless white tunic barely covered his modesty, ending high on his pale thighs, fastened at the waist by a thin gold chord.
His ankles - and this is the bit that fucked him up - were bound by rope. His wrists were cuffed behind the black central pole of his headboard. Wide blue eyes a brilliant flash of colour against the stark black and white. Safe word, Zeke’s brain stammered. The safe word is Red.
Ok… so this was new.
He must have tied his ankles, fixed those wings somehow then cuffed himself. All for Zeke to play with. If he was in love before he needed a whole new category now! He looked beyond angelic. All innocent and pure. Defile, corrupt and pervert as is your Lordly privilege. Fuck yeah! He couldn’t help his little demonic smirk.
So Casey wants to role play. He can do that. Never done it before but… Fuck, can he do that! So he was Lucifer now. What would Lucifer do with this gift? It came to him in a flash of inspiration that raged a fire inside. He grinned at the angel on the bed. The angel didn’t grin back.
First things first. He glanced around the room. The bedside table by the window had two champagne glasses and the lube. The other was empty. The video camera on the tripod had moved. Oh fucking yes! Casey was a fucking genius when he’d had that idea. He stalked around the bed. Wide blue eyes tracking his every move. He placed the bottle on the bedside table and checked the camera view.
Casey was in full frame, from fingertips to toes, wing tip to wing tip. The bedside cabinet with the champagne was out of frame. Casey obviously didn’t want anything to spoil the ambience. It was already blinking on pause. He pressed record.
Right then… Lucifer. Time to put on a show.
He stalked slowly to the end of the black bed. Never taking his eyes off his exquisite captive. His t-shirt and sweatshirt were pulled over his head in one fluid move. His hand sliding down his stomach to the button of his jeans. He considered keeping them on for now but they were still damp from his excursion. He slowly slipped them down his muscular thighs until he was completely naked and very obviously aroused.
The angel’s blue eyes widened as he crawled like a cat up the bed over immobile legs. Hovering over his helpless form. His lips spread to a sinister smirk. “And what a pretty gift you are.”
The angel scowled and turned his head away. “Lucifer.”
Zeke… no… Lucifer purred in his ear. “Defiance…. How noble. I love it when they struggle.” He licked a long wet swipe up the side of his face.
The angel moaned and shuddered. “Oh God.”
He whispered close to his ear. “God isn’t here.”
“God will save me.”
“When I’m through with you…” He held his jaw and turned his face to look at him. “God won’t tolerate you.”
“Ugh! You’re… evil!” he hissed through gritted teeth.
Lucifer smiled, slyly. “Me? How can I be evil when I punish sinners? I was cast out, yes. To reign over my domain and punish those who act against God. I do my Lord’s bidding. Like the good loyal angel I am.”
There was a flicker of uncertainty. Then a plea. “Then let me go.”
“But you’re mine, Angel. It’s been too long since I’ve felt the presence of my Lord. Your sacrifice will appease my wrath.”
Those blue eyes opened impossibly wide. “Sacrifice?”
“Your innocence, my pretty gift. Nothing more.”
Holy shit this was hot. Casey must have been planning this for a while. To say he’d been blindsided, Zeke thought he’d done quite nicely with the improv. Thank God for a quick mind. He almost laughed at the notion of God’s help in this. He’d slipped into character all too easily. Keep your shit together Tyler. He sat back, resting on his angel’s thighs. “Now… let me take a good look at you.”
It was when he looked down at those thighs that he noticed how smooth the skin was. Completely smooth. He’d shaved? Or fucking… waxed even. His mouth watered. If he’d shaved this high… how high had he…? Oh God, please. He kept from trembling as he slowly pulled the gold chord that secured the tunic, the knot slipped undone in his fingers.
With his fingertips he gently traced down his angel’s chest, parting the two sides of the white fabric as he moved. He let his fingers graze over two perfect nipples. The angel arched and gasped. “Don’t.” he whimpered. He was ignored. Hands travelled further down his body, exposing his pale flawless flesh. When the last of the fabric parted, slipping from his hips, Lucifer’s breath hitched.
Absolute perfection. Genitals tucked securely out of sight between Casey’s thighs, leaving nothing to view but tantalisingly silken skin. Zeke shivered. This, he thought, deserves special attention. He backed up until his face lay mere inches above the freshly shaved region and pressed a kiss there. His angel moaned and squirmed.
He traced his fingers down the V of the groin then trailed a little way down between his clamped thighs. A perfect Y in a sea of soft creamy skin. Unable to resist he plunged his tongue in the space where the three lines met. His angel arched, a choked whine escaping his throat. He licked and suckled yet still the angel remained pure. His own erection fit to burst; he had to act on it or explode.
Crawling back up the prone body he grinned. “You taste of innocence.” He pulled the pillow out from behind the angel’s head and lifted himself off the bed. He manoeuvred himself to kneel behind his head, straddling his arms, mindful of his wings and lifted his angel’s jaw right back between his thighs. “There are few things better than innocence…”
“Lucifer, no! Please.” He struggled in vain to release his jaw from Lucifer’s grip.
“Shhh…” He guided his cock to sweet rosy lips. “Kiss your new master.” The lips clamped shut. “Don’t make me hurt you.” He watched with a satisfied smile as the lips puckered and reluctantly kissed the tip of his erection. It twitched at the contact; a thin string of pre-come hung between them until the angel licked his lips. This was seriously fucking hot. He gripped Casey’s jaw. Not with force enough to hurt, just enough to give him the signal to open up.
“Defiled innocence.” he gasped, as his cock slipped deep into a tight outstretched throat. He rocked, careful and deep, overwhelmed by the writhing sight before him. Huge feathered wings, bare slender form, impeccably smooth and perfect, ankles bound. All for him. His cock slowly fucking innocent pink lips, deep into that hot mouth and tight throat. He leant down and plunged his tongue in the deep Y at the angel’s groin. The angel bucked and groaned deeply around his cock. Fuck! Fuck! He was blinded by the sudden orgasm that left him weak and trembling.
He hadn’t meant to do that. But no matter. They’ve got all night. All night. Fuck yeah! He carefully extracted himself from his place and pivoted to lie over the defenceless figure. He gently held his jaw and slipped his tongue between parted lips. He tasted his angel’s mouth, tinged with his own semen. “Defiled innocence... Delicious.”
“Now let me go!” the angel demanded.
“But we’ve got forever.”
“You’ve taken what you wanted. You stole my innocence.” Those beautiful blue eyes stared up as the angel slowly licked his lip. “What more can you take from me?”
Zeke almost growled at the veiled challenge. Casey was far from done playing. Good. “Pleasure.” Lucifer whispered. “The rest you will give to me. Freely.”
“I’ll give you nothing!”
“You’ll give me everything.” He kept his demonic eyes trained on blue as he slid backwards down the bed. “Why are you hiding from me?” Firm thighs clamped tighter. He let his tongue torture the newly sensitive flesh, relishing the gasping moans he elicited. “Why do you let yourself suffer? Your innocence is lost... Show me your arousal and I’ll show you beauty your God has denied you.”
“Never!”
“There’s no point in hiding, pretty one. I know you’re aroused. Let me do this one thing for you.” He plunged his tongue for emphasis. “What harm can it do to let me pleasure you? There is no sin in enjoying a simple touch.”
Slowly, amidst writhing moans, the thighs parted just enough to free one very swollen erection. Lucifer guided it in his hands, stroking, licking and kissing. “Do you see, Angel? Had I not taken your innocence, I could not have given you this.” He took all of it deep into his mouth, sucking and teasing, forcing loud groans from above. He heard the cuffs strain against the pole as the angel struggled and writhed against the assault. It was enough to kick-start his own body’s reaction.
He listened to the keening cries, judging when to pull away. The angel gaped at him in disbelief. “You stopped.” He looked almost annoyed.
“I can’t have you reach the climax of pleasure that way.” He lifted himself to kneel next to the angel.
“Why not?” he demanded.
“Because there is no sin in enjoying a simple touch...” Taking the angel’s ankles he crossed them at the binds and pushed them forward to force his knees apart. He crawled between those parted knees to positioned himself fully over his captive. “and there must be sin, Angel.” he whispered in his ear. “There must be sin.”
The angel watched him reach over, flip the lid on the lube and deftly squeeze the tube against the table until he had a good amount. He drew his hand back and slowly massaged the holiest of holes. “Lucifer? Lucifer, what are you doing?”
He whispered, slow and breathy, barely containing his grin. “There must be sin, Angel.”
“Oh God, no. Wait! Stop!” The cuffs chinked loudly against the pole as he strained helplessly, unable to lower his legs, bound across Lucifer’s back, completely exposed and prone. “Lucifer please… Please don’t hurt me.” he begged. “I’ll do anything.”
“I’m not going to hurt you, pretty one. I want you to enjoy this.” He explained why with a sadistic grin. “To sodomise an angel… is to sin. And to take pleasure from sin is a sin in itself. You will enjoy this. You will sin.” He stared into huge blue orbs. “God will abandon you. Sinner. Your soul… will belong to me.”
He used the last of the lube to coat himself while his angel begged beneath him. “Please…” he panted, “Please don’t take my soul.”
He positioned himself. “Look at me.” Their eyes locked as he slowly inched forward but the angel’s head fell back and his eyes fluttered closed. “Look at me!” he demanded, holding his head up by a handful of hair. The eyes snapped open. Brilliant blue, shining with pure undiluted love. He was divinely beautiful, helplessly restrained, angelic with his luminous skin, biting his lip through shaky breaths as he struggled to obey.
Zeke pushed forward, drowning in the beauty of blue, sinking in tight heat. Consumed by how much he loved this ethereal creature beneath him. He wanted nothing more than to kiss him now, adore him and worship him but they still had a game to play.
When his angel’s head fell back with a long throaty moan Zeke regained his senses. Game. Play it. He snapped his hips forward with precision. The groan was sharp and loud. “That’s it, Angel. Find your pleasure in sin.”
“Please.” he gasped between wanton cries, “Don’t take… my soul.”
Zeke curled into his thrusts, his movements fluid and precise. “I take nothing but pleasure, Angel. I can’t force you to enjoy this… To take pleasure from this. You will choose to give me your soul… Your everything.” He lightly stroked the white feathers of one wing and had another flash of inspiration.
“When you sin, you lose your wings…” He paused for a few passionate thrusts. He didn’t stop when he spoke again. “I’ll hang them above my throne and every time I sodomise you… Every time you take pleasure from sin… I’ll let you pluck one feather from your wings.” He stepped it up a gear, growling his whispers. “One feather for each sin you commit. And when you’ve plucked the last feather… when there’s nothing left… but naked skin… on a skeletal frame… I’ll give them back to you.”
He looked into his angel’s eyes, wild with lust. “You will have earned your demon wings.” He grinned and slammed into fifth gear.
The angel’s head fell back, his moans hitching in his throat. Lucifer reached down to pump his neglected erection. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No!” he managed between cries.
“Then show me the beauty of sin, Angel. Climax for me.” He stroked faster, matching his thrusts. “Give me your soul.”
The angel tensed against the cuffs, arching into his captor with a cry as he came, spilling over his stomach to mark the corruption as complete. “Mine!” Lucifer growled before reaching his own mind obliterating climax.
It took Zeke several minutes to regain his senses and pry his head from Casey’s heaving chest. Casey was glowing, skin flushed pink and vibrant, grinning at him through pants, wrists still cuffed above his head. Still utterly perfect. Again he found himself drowning in an ocean of blue. Unable to resist his emotions any longer, he reached up and treated him to the worshipful kiss he’d been aching to give him all evening.
When he unfastened the cuffs and raised him, Casey shimmied out of the tunic and shoulder straps. “I surrender my wings.” he cooed. He hooked his hands behind Zeke’s neck and allowed himself to be lifted, leaving the huge feathered wings on the bed.
Zeke knelt upright on his heels, pulling his completely naked and gloriously shaven Angel with him into his lap. Holding him close, arms wrapped tightly around his back for maximum skin on skin contact. “You…” he muttered breathlessly, “are perfect.”
Casey smiled down from his slight, temporary height advantage and traced a finger over Zeke’s brow. “Happy Valentine’s, Lucifer.” After a kiss and a pause he giggled. “Can angels imbibe alcohol?”
Zeke smirked. “Corrupt ones can.”
Major thanks to aliensouldream for finding this delish pic to go with the fic. Edit: We're trying to find the artist to credit.