Fic: Drag me to Hell (Sympathy for the Devil)
Title: Drag me to Hell (Sympathy for the Devil)
Author: givethemxbloodx
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: Originally posted over at anon_lovefest under the prompt 'Devil!Gerard seduces Angel!Frank'.
Summary: Gerard's been waiting ages for this.
It had been a long time coming, gaining Frank’s trust, hiding his demonic aura around him, being cheerful and calm while hiding an underlying tone of lust and greed. Gerard had been damn lucky in finding his little angel on earth, who was apparently on a temporary ‘mission’ to help a few misguided souls or some other bullshit that his ‘father’ had sent them down to earth to do. What the fuck ever.
Gerard didn’t buy into any of that religion crap, even if he was a demon. God had cast out Lucifer because he loved god too much, and subsequently every other angel that didn’t want to submit to his new favourites; those damned humans. Mortals who didn’t even fully believe in god; not like the angels did.
Not that Gerard was bitter about any of this, of course not! But he could get frustrated about it every now and then. But, that was all beside the point. The point was that Gerard had been working for months, convincing Frank he was a human with the best of intentions, introducing him to all sorts of subversive styles of life the humans had created. Convincing Frank that it wasn’t all sinful, with very good arguments, too. Such as, “Gay isn’t something new, Frank! Why, did you know that in ancient Rome there were entire battalions of gay soldiers? Mind you, it was because they had the misguided thought that the men would protect each other better, but…It’s not fair, you know! I could be a faithful Christian boy, pray every night and not commit a single sin, but if I love another man, I’m sinful and going to hell. How is that fair, if I have a good soul? I don’t think that’s what god meant at all…” or “Frankie! Don’t you think it’s horrible how the church is taking all this money from their followers, and yet not doing anything good with it? Besides giving the pope an outfit expensive enough to feed a small third world village for a month, of course. Sometimes I just find religion so ridiculous…”
Frank actually seemed to have half a brain and some free will under all that angelic bullshit exterior, thankfully, because he seemed to be able to see Gerard’s side of things and actually seemed to start agreeing with him and arguing with him against a lot of things he had previously defended.
So, finally, finally, Gerard had his little angel seated on his couch, looking around at all the dark imagery in the paintings adorning the walls of his apartment. His favorite, which seemed to capture Frank’s attention, was an oil painting of an angel flying away from a battlefield with its foot caught in the grip of a demon who was rising up from the blood and dirt of the field.
“That’s an awfully gruesome painting,” Frank said, nodding towards the canvas as Gerard handed him a cup of coffee.
“Is it?” Gerard asked, looking over at the canvas, standing next to the couch. “I always thought it was sad,” he mused, finally sitting on the couch next to his angel, sipping at his drink, his gaze flicking from the painting to Frank’s confused face.
The angel turned to look at Gerard, his brow furrowed. “How is it sad? The demon is trying to drag the angel down to its level.”
Gerard shook his head a little, a small smile on his lips. “No, no. You see,” he said, rising up from his seat to cross the room, tracing his fingers over the slightly raised bumps of the paint on canvas, “The angel is trying to escape what god made it create, and the demon is trying to get it to face what it’s done.”
Frank only continued to stare at Gerard in confusion at the explanation, his coffee cup held tightly between his hands on his lap. He was obviously getting perturbed by Gerard’s painting and what he was saying. The demon sighed and traced his finger down to something tiny and silver around one of the dead soldiers necks. “Come here, Frankie,” he said, gesturing the angel over.
Frank rose, setting his coffee cup down carefully, before approaching the other, crossing his arms loosely and waiting for Gerard to expand. “All right,” the demon said, pointing out the tiny cross around the soldier’s neck, “this soldier, he’s on one side, and this soldier,” he pointed out another with a eye of Horus on a chain around his neck, “is on the opposite side. The angel,” his finger moved up to trace over the snowy white feathers of the angels wings, “the angel was commanded by god to help the Christians eradicate all those who did not believe in god, the true god. Great battles ensued, spilling blood for miles and miles.” Gerard sighed, looking a bit sad for a moment, before his fingers traced down to the demon holding tight to the angel’s ankle. “The demon is simply a bi-product of all the hate the angel incited to help god’s ‘mission’. He is trying to make the angel face what it created, but the angel wants to stay pure and rid itself of all it has created.”
Frank simply stared at the painting once Gerard was finished, eyes wide and almost looking watery if the demon looked closely enough. “That…I never thought of it that way,” he murmured, lifting a hand to cover his mouth, taking a short step back from the painting.
“A lot of people don’t,” Gerard said, sighing quietly, looking a bit wistful. And it was true. He wasn’t really evil, not intentionally, at any rate. He was a product of his environment, not something he could really help. “And it’s really not fair, you know? Demons aren’t so horrible, if you get to know them…”
Frank’s gaze whipped to Gerard lightning fast as Gerard turned from the painting at last to look at Frank, tilting his head a little. “You-“ Frank breathed, taking a step away from Gerard, suddenly looking fearful.
“Frank,” the demon cooed, a tiny smile on his face, “I’ve been with you for months. If I wanted to kill you, I would have by now.” Frank paused at that, dropping his hand from his mouth, now simply looking confused.
“Then, what do you want?” he asked quietly, eyes narrowing a little in suspicion of Gerard. Which, in all honesty, didn’t surprise the demon all that much.
“All I want, Frankie, is to get a chance for something more,” he murmured, slowly inching towards the angel, reaching a hand out to gently cup Frank’s face, a sad expression on his own face. He finally let his guards and barriers down, exposing himself as a demon fully to the angel. His dark aura swirled around them, making Frank gasp and shake his head a little against Gerard’s palm. “I’m a demon, but am I really so terrible? We’ve been friends for months. I haven’t pushed you into anything you didn’t want. I haven’t hurt you, or tried to steal your feathers or any of that stupid shit. I’ve been nothing but kind to you, introducing you to the world like your father would never let you see it; through the eyes of a human. How they see it, truly. What have I done to make you distrust me so, aside from being myself?”
Frank bit his lip, his own guards dropping, letting his bright, soft and pure aura mix with Gerard’s, making the room feel stifling and warm. “You haven’t,” he murmured, looking down at the floor, bringing a hand up to tuck hair behind his ear, looking torn and upset. Gerard did a mental victory dance, knowing he had the angel in the palm of his hand now.
“Exactly,” Gerard murmured, ducking his head slightly to catch Frank’s gaze. “And now, all I ask is for you to trust me. That I won’t hurt you. You know now that what you’re doing isn’t helping anyone down here, Frank. It’s only making small problems bigger. Faith here no longer makes people feel safe, but exposed and frightened. You don’t belong with them anymore, Frank. You know the truth, and they won’t like it. If you don’t leave now, here, they’ll rip out your wings and force you out. You know they will just as well as I do.”
Frank shivered, bringing his watery gaze up to Gerard’s, taking a shaking breath. “I know,” he muttered, voice rough with emotion, ragged. Gerard smirked internally, his aura slowly engulfing Frank’s, turning the edges grey, slowly seeping into it, tainting the pure and making it dirty.
“I won’t hurt you, Frank,” the demon breathed, slowly bringing his face closer to the angels and pressed their lips together, sealing the deal. Frank’s feathers began to fade from their ivory hue into dull charcoal as Gerard deepened the kiss, pulling the angel down from his heavenly post and down to his level.
Frank whimpered into the kiss, lifting shaking hands to curl his fingers into the front of Gerard’s shirt, giving the demon a little thrill as he devoured the angels’ taste, swallowing any noises the other made greedily. This was what he’d been aiming for all along. Frank accepting him, letting him in, letting him corrupt his very being. It was all a demon ever wanted; to corruption of the pure.
Gerard slowly began to push Frank backwards, towards the hallway that lead to his bedroom. If Frank was going to fall, he was going to fall committing the most gratifying of sins if Gerard had any say in the matter. Frank stumbled backwards as he was pushed, his wings fluttering a little, the angel obviously still a little unsure about everything. It was a bit late for that, however, as a fair few of his feathers began to slowly fall to the floor, curled and blackened by Gerard’s aura.
The demon didn’t break their kiss until they were in his bedroom, Frank letting out tiny animalistic noises of insecurity as Gerard slowly pushed him back towards the bed, gently laying the angel down. “Shhh, it’s okay, Frankie,” he cooed, lifting a hand to caress the angel’s baby face as he settled between Frank’s spread legs, “I told you, I won’t hurt you. Not what I can help at any rate, all right? You’ll be fine, I’m here.”
Frank let out a tiny huff of air, closing his eyes and nodding slightly. Gerard let his lips curl into a wicked smirk once the angel’s eyes were closed, his eyes greedily taking in the sight of the innocent laying spread out on his bed. He licked his lips, before encouraging Frank to sit up a bit so he could take the angel’s shirt off, tossing it haphazardly to the floor without a care, his own shirt following shortly after. Frank gazed up at him in uncertainty, Gerard’s smirk being replaced with a soft smile. “I’ll make you feel so good, Frankie,” he purred, ducking his head down to trace his tongue along the others collar bone, eliciting a quiet gasp from the angel’s lips.
Obviously, Frank had never been touched like this before, which only made Gerard all the more excited for what was to come. Frank was a virgin in every sense of the word. Not a single being had ever gotten to touch the baby soft skin he was now devouring with teeth and tongue, nor hear the whimpering, pathetic noises that fell from cupid bow lips when he was caressed just right. It made Gerard want to simply engulf the pretty little saint below him, drown him in his darkness and never let go. It was delicious. And soon, very soon, Frank would be his very own little toy, perfectly tainted so no other would come near.
“Gerard, I…This is weird,” he muttered, the demon’s tongue delving into his navel, sending a shiver sparking up the angel’s spine. Gerard glanced up, arching a delicate eyebrow at Frank, tilting his head a little.
“How is it weird? It’s actually perfectly normal…Why god ever gave you a penis,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the bulge in Frank’s jeans, shooting a quick smirk up to the angel, “And never let you feel pleasure, I’ll never know. It’s not right, when humans get to indulge in it all the time…”
Frank simply whined at the attentions he was given, biting his lip, his breath coming shorter and shorter as Gerard slowly undid his belt and undid his jeans. The demon could no longer hold back his expression of lust as he gently tugged down the angel’s jeans and boxers, letting out a quiet moan at the sight laid out before him. Frank, his sweet little angel, sprawled out on the bed with his legs spread wide, cock hard and leaking against his belly, biting his lip and blushing. It was the things wet dreams were made of.
“Oh, Frankie,” Gerard breathed, slinking back up the bed once he’d dropped the last of the angel’s clothing off the edge of the bed, licking his lips slowly, “You look so good I could eat you up.” Frank simply shut his eyes, whimpered quietly below the demon, his aura losing its light more and more by the second. As Gerard shifted and began to slide off his own pants, Frank’s aura was so murky; it almost didn’t look like an angel’s aura at all. It was the most beautiful thing the demon had ever seen.
Gerard wasted little to no time in reaching over Frank into his bedside stand, pulling out a bottle of lubricant, at least true to his word that he wouldn’t hurt the angel, for what he could help. He popped the cap and poured a generous amount onto his fingers, slipping his hand down to tease a finger against the angel’s tight entrance. Frank gasped at the touch, his eyes shooting open, a look of panic and surprise on his face.
“Calm down, little one,” Gerard cooed, lifting his free hand to brush over Frank’s cheek, smiling encouragingly down at him, “it’ll hurt at first, but it’ll get better, I promise.” He pressed a kiss to Frank’s belly, before pushing the first finger into Frank’s resistant body, the angel letting out a quiet cry of pain at the intrusion.
The demon ignored the tiny whines of protest Frank issued as he moved his finger around, adding one, then two more, stretching the angel out until he was satisfied, finally glancing up once he was finished to see the tiny tear drops making Frank’s eyes shine. He couldn’t help but lean up to lick the tears away, moaning quietly at the taste.
The angel hiccupped, shuddering below the demon, his arousal slowly fading at the pain he was feeling. When Gerard finally noticed this, he grinned widely down at Frank, the angel’s eyes widening at the sight, before the demon shifted down, pulling his fingers free to coat his own erection in lube as his mouth wrapped around Frank’s wilting cock. Frank cried out loudly as Gerard sucked enthusiastically, pumping his own arousal in time with his mouth’s movements. He pulled away before he could get too into it, leaving Frank a panting, whimpering mess below him. He chuckled at the way Frank reacted to the smallest of things, his mind already wandering off to all the fun he’d have down the road with his tainted angel; with toys and costumes and hand cuffs. He shuddered at the thought.
But, for now, he would settle with simplicity, since he doubted Frank would trust him to tie him down to the bed just yet. He grabbed Frank around the hips, smiling wickedly at him, before flipping the angel over onto his belly, and pulling his hips up into the air, spreading his knees wide on the bed. This caused his wings to hang limply over the edges of the bed and his face to be buried into a pillow. Frank lifted his head with a gasp, looking over his shoulder at Gerard in uncertainty.
“This’ll be easier,” he said simply, stroking a hand down Frank’s back, before taking his cock in hand and lining himself up. “This’ll hurt,” was the only warning he gave, before pushing into Frank in one swift motion, right to the hilt. He knew the angel could take it, since they were immortal beings; pain wasn’t the same for them as humans. But, inevitably, the angel let out a loud wail of pain and surprise, clenching tight around Gerard, pulling a loud moan in response from the demon. “Aw, Frankie,” he moaned at the spasm of the angel’s muscles around him.
Frank whimpered into the pillow his face was buried in, his cock nearly gone completely soft now. But, Gerard would have none of that. He shifted his hips and pulled out, only to thrust back in quickly, pulling another cry from Frank. Again, nothing. Once more, and, perfect. Frank’s cry of pain became one of surprised pleasure, his hips jerking up to meet Gerard’s as the demon nailed his prostate. “Perfect,” Gerard purred, losing no time in snapping his hips fast and hard, sliding in and out of Frank at an unrelenting pace that no human would ever be able to stand. But it drove Frank right up the wall, loud mewls and moans of pleasure pouring from the angels lips, driving the demon on to go faster, harder, deeper, watching as Frank’s wings solidified black as the angel let go of his inhibitions.
“Yeah, that’s it, Frankie,” Gerard moaned, feeling that tell-tale tightening in his abdomen signaling that he was coming close to his end. He draped himself over the angels’ back as he continued to drive into him, reaching down to stroke the angel in an off time with his thrusts. “Cum for me, Frankie, baby. You’re so hot, and tight, c’mon, you’re so close,” he breathed into the angel’s ear, which proved to work perfectly, as Frank let out a loud shout and spilled his seed all over Gerard’s sheets.
The demon smirked at the warm, wet feeling of Frank’s cum on his fingers, sitting back and lifting them to his mouth the lick them clean, before going right back to pounding into Frank’s supple body, which was limp and shaking on the bed below him, the angel letting him use his body as he pleased. He finished with a loud shout of his own, looking up at the ceiling with a cruel grin on his face, as if to say ‘I win’ as he emptied himself inside the fallen angel.
He pulled out with a contented sigh, shoving Frank’s wing out of the way as he flopped down next to his angel, reaching out to tug him to his chest, kissing the top of Frank’s head. The angel glanced up at Gerard tiredly, a tiny smile on his face as he cuddled up to the demon. Gerard returned the smile with one of his own, shifting to tug a blanket up over them. And, indeed, he had won. One less angel in God’s army, and one more new toy for him to play with.
Author: givethemxbloodx
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: Originally posted over at anon_lovefest under the prompt 'Devil!Gerard seduces Angel!Frank'.
Summary: Gerard's been waiting ages for this.
It had been a long time coming, gaining Frank’s trust, hiding his demonic aura around him, being cheerful and calm while hiding an underlying tone of lust and greed. Gerard had been damn lucky in finding his little angel on earth, who was apparently on a temporary ‘mission’ to help a few misguided souls or some other bullshit that his ‘father’ had sent them down to earth to do. What the fuck ever.
Gerard didn’t buy into any of that religion crap, even if he was a demon. God had cast out Lucifer because he loved god too much, and subsequently every other angel that didn’t want to submit to his new favourites; those damned humans. Mortals who didn’t even fully believe in god; not like the angels did.
Not that Gerard was bitter about any of this, of course not! But he could get frustrated about it every now and then. But, that was all beside the point. The point was that Gerard had been working for months, convincing Frank he was a human with the best of intentions, introducing him to all sorts of subversive styles of life the humans had created. Convincing Frank that it wasn’t all sinful, with very good arguments, too. Such as, “Gay isn’t something new, Frank! Why, did you know that in ancient Rome there were entire battalions of gay soldiers? Mind you, it was because they had the misguided thought that the men would protect each other better, but…It’s not fair, you know! I could be a faithful Christian boy, pray every night and not commit a single sin, but if I love another man, I’m sinful and going to hell. How is that fair, if I have a good soul? I don’t think that’s what god meant at all…” or “Frankie! Don’t you think it’s horrible how the church is taking all this money from their followers, and yet not doing anything good with it? Besides giving the pope an outfit expensive enough to feed a small third world village for a month, of course. Sometimes I just find religion so ridiculous…”
Frank actually seemed to have half a brain and some free will under all that angelic bullshit exterior, thankfully, because he seemed to be able to see Gerard’s side of things and actually seemed to start agreeing with him and arguing with him against a lot of things he had previously defended.
So, finally, finally, Gerard had his little angel seated on his couch, looking around at all the dark imagery in the paintings adorning the walls of his apartment. His favorite, which seemed to capture Frank’s attention, was an oil painting of an angel flying away from a battlefield with its foot caught in the grip of a demon who was rising up from the blood and dirt of the field.
“That’s an awfully gruesome painting,” Frank said, nodding towards the canvas as Gerard handed him a cup of coffee.
“Is it?” Gerard asked, looking over at the canvas, standing next to the couch. “I always thought it was sad,” he mused, finally sitting on the couch next to his angel, sipping at his drink, his gaze flicking from the painting to Frank’s confused face.
The angel turned to look at Gerard, his brow furrowed. “How is it sad? The demon is trying to drag the angel down to its level.”
Gerard shook his head a little, a small smile on his lips. “No, no. You see,” he said, rising up from his seat to cross the room, tracing his fingers over the slightly raised bumps of the paint on canvas, “The angel is trying to escape what god made it create, and the demon is trying to get it to face what it’s done.”
Frank only continued to stare at Gerard in confusion at the explanation, his coffee cup held tightly between his hands on his lap. He was obviously getting perturbed by Gerard’s painting and what he was saying. The demon sighed and traced his finger down to something tiny and silver around one of the dead soldiers necks. “Come here, Frankie,” he said, gesturing the angel over.
Frank rose, setting his coffee cup down carefully, before approaching the other, crossing his arms loosely and waiting for Gerard to expand. “All right,” the demon said, pointing out the tiny cross around the soldier’s neck, “this soldier, he’s on one side, and this soldier,” he pointed out another with a eye of Horus on a chain around his neck, “is on the opposite side. The angel,” his finger moved up to trace over the snowy white feathers of the angels wings, “the angel was commanded by god to help the Christians eradicate all those who did not believe in god, the true god. Great battles ensued, spilling blood for miles and miles.” Gerard sighed, looking a bit sad for a moment, before his fingers traced down to the demon holding tight to the angel’s ankle. “The demon is simply a bi-product of all the hate the angel incited to help god’s ‘mission’. He is trying to make the angel face what it created, but the angel wants to stay pure and rid itself of all it has created.”
Frank simply stared at the painting once Gerard was finished, eyes wide and almost looking watery if the demon looked closely enough. “That…I never thought of it that way,” he murmured, lifting a hand to cover his mouth, taking a short step back from the painting.
“A lot of people don’t,” Gerard said, sighing quietly, looking a bit wistful. And it was true. He wasn’t really evil, not intentionally, at any rate. He was a product of his environment, not something he could really help. “And it’s really not fair, you know? Demons aren’t so horrible, if you get to know them…”
Frank’s gaze whipped to Gerard lightning fast as Gerard turned from the painting at last to look at Frank, tilting his head a little. “You-“ Frank breathed, taking a step away from Gerard, suddenly looking fearful.
“Frank,” the demon cooed, a tiny smile on his face, “I’ve been with you for months. If I wanted to kill you, I would have by now.” Frank paused at that, dropping his hand from his mouth, now simply looking confused.
“Then, what do you want?” he asked quietly, eyes narrowing a little in suspicion of Gerard. Which, in all honesty, didn’t surprise the demon all that much.
“All I want, Frankie, is to get a chance for something more,” he murmured, slowly inching towards the angel, reaching a hand out to gently cup Frank’s face, a sad expression on his own face. He finally let his guards and barriers down, exposing himself as a demon fully to the angel. His dark aura swirled around them, making Frank gasp and shake his head a little against Gerard’s palm. “I’m a demon, but am I really so terrible? We’ve been friends for months. I haven’t pushed you into anything you didn’t want. I haven’t hurt you, or tried to steal your feathers or any of that stupid shit. I’ve been nothing but kind to you, introducing you to the world like your father would never let you see it; through the eyes of a human. How they see it, truly. What have I done to make you distrust me so, aside from being myself?”
Frank bit his lip, his own guards dropping, letting his bright, soft and pure aura mix with Gerard’s, making the room feel stifling and warm. “You haven’t,” he murmured, looking down at the floor, bringing a hand up to tuck hair behind his ear, looking torn and upset. Gerard did a mental victory dance, knowing he had the angel in the palm of his hand now.
“Exactly,” Gerard murmured, ducking his head slightly to catch Frank’s gaze. “And now, all I ask is for you to trust me. That I won’t hurt you. You know now that what you’re doing isn’t helping anyone down here, Frank. It’s only making small problems bigger. Faith here no longer makes people feel safe, but exposed and frightened. You don’t belong with them anymore, Frank. You know the truth, and they won’t like it. If you don’t leave now, here, they’ll rip out your wings and force you out. You know they will just as well as I do.”
Frank shivered, bringing his watery gaze up to Gerard’s, taking a shaking breath. “I know,” he muttered, voice rough with emotion, ragged. Gerard smirked internally, his aura slowly engulfing Frank’s, turning the edges grey, slowly seeping into it, tainting the pure and making it dirty.
“I won’t hurt you, Frank,” the demon breathed, slowly bringing his face closer to the angels and pressed their lips together, sealing the deal. Frank’s feathers began to fade from their ivory hue into dull charcoal as Gerard deepened the kiss, pulling the angel down from his heavenly post and down to his level.
Frank whimpered into the kiss, lifting shaking hands to curl his fingers into the front of Gerard’s shirt, giving the demon a little thrill as he devoured the angels’ taste, swallowing any noises the other made greedily. This was what he’d been aiming for all along. Frank accepting him, letting him in, letting him corrupt his very being. It was all a demon ever wanted; to corruption of the pure.
Gerard slowly began to push Frank backwards, towards the hallway that lead to his bedroom. If Frank was going to fall, he was going to fall committing the most gratifying of sins if Gerard had any say in the matter. Frank stumbled backwards as he was pushed, his wings fluttering a little, the angel obviously still a little unsure about everything. It was a bit late for that, however, as a fair few of his feathers began to slowly fall to the floor, curled and blackened by Gerard’s aura.
The demon didn’t break their kiss until they were in his bedroom, Frank letting out tiny animalistic noises of insecurity as Gerard slowly pushed him back towards the bed, gently laying the angel down. “Shhh, it’s okay, Frankie,” he cooed, lifting a hand to caress the angel’s baby face as he settled between Frank’s spread legs, “I told you, I won’t hurt you. Not what I can help at any rate, all right? You’ll be fine, I’m here.”
Frank let out a tiny huff of air, closing his eyes and nodding slightly. Gerard let his lips curl into a wicked smirk once the angel’s eyes were closed, his eyes greedily taking in the sight of the innocent laying spread out on his bed. He licked his lips, before encouraging Frank to sit up a bit so he could take the angel’s shirt off, tossing it haphazardly to the floor without a care, his own shirt following shortly after. Frank gazed up at him in uncertainty, Gerard’s smirk being replaced with a soft smile. “I’ll make you feel so good, Frankie,” he purred, ducking his head down to trace his tongue along the others collar bone, eliciting a quiet gasp from the angel’s lips.
Obviously, Frank had never been touched like this before, which only made Gerard all the more excited for what was to come. Frank was a virgin in every sense of the word. Not a single being had ever gotten to touch the baby soft skin he was now devouring with teeth and tongue, nor hear the whimpering, pathetic noises that fell from cupid bow lips when he was caressed just right. It made Gerard want to simply engulf the pretty little saint below him, drown him in his darkness and never let go. It was delicious. And soon, very soon, Frank would be his very own little toy, perfectly tainted so no other would come near.
“Gerard, I…This is weird,” he muttered, the demon’s tongue delving into his navel, sending a shiver sparking up the angel’s spine. Gerard glanced up, arching a delicate eyebrow at Frank, tilting his head a little.
“How is it weird? It’s actually perfectly normal…Why god ever gave you a penis,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the bulge in Frank’s jeans, shooting a quick smirk up to the angel, “And never let you feel pleasure, I’ll never know. It’s not right, when humans get to indulge in it all the time…”
Frank simply whined at the attentions he was given, biting his lip, his breath coming shorter and shorter as Gerard slowly undid his belt and undid his jeans. The demon could no longer hold back his expression of lust as he gently tugged down the angel’s jeans and boxers, letting out a quiet moan at the sight laid out before him. Frank, his sweet little angel, sprawled out on the bed with his legs spread wide, cock hard and leaking against his belly, biting his lip and blushing. It was the things wet dreams were made of.
“Oh, Frankie,” Gerard breathed, slinking back up the bed once he’d dropped the last of the angel’s clothing off the edge of the bed, licking his lips slowly, “You look so good I could eat you up.” Frank simply shut his eyes, whimpered quietly below the demon, his aura losing its light more and more by the second. As Gerard shifted and began to slide off his own pants, Frank’s aura was so murky; it almost didn’t look like an angel’s aura at all. It was the most beautiful thing the demon had ever seen.
Gerard wasted little to no time in reaching over Frank into his bedside stand, pulling out a bottle of lubricant, at least true to his word that he wouldn’t hurt the angel, for what he could help. He popped the cap and poured a generous amount onto his fingers, slipping his hand down to tease a finger against the angel’s tight entrance. Frank gasped at the touch, his eyes shooting open, a look of panic and surprise on his face.
“Calm down, little one,” Gerard cooed, lifting his free hand to brush over Frank’s cheek, smiling encouragingly down at him, “it’ll hurt at first, but it’ll get better, I promise.” He pressed a kiss to Frank’s belly, before pushing the first finger into Frank’s resistant body, the angel letting out a quiet cry of pain at the intrusion.
The demon ignored the tiny whines of protest Frank issued as he moved his finger around, adding one, then two more, stretching the angel out until he was satisfied, finally glancing up once he was finished to see the tiny tear drops making Frank’s eyes shine. He couldn’t help but lean up to lick the tears away, moaning quietly at the taste.
The angel hiccupped, shuddering below the demon, his arousal slowly fading at the pain he was feeling. When Gerard finally noticed this, he grinned widely down at Frank, the angel’s eyes widening at the sight, before the demon shifted down, pulling his fingers free to coat his own erection in lube as his mouth wrapped around Frank’s wilting cock. Frank cried out loudly as Gerard sucked enthusiastically, pumping his own arousal in time with his mouth’s movements. He pulled away before he could get too into it, leaving Frank a panting, whimpering mess below him. He chuckled at the way Frank reacted to the smallest of things, his mind already wandering off to all the fun he’d have down the road with his tainted angel; with toys and costumes and hand cuffs. He shuddered at the thought.
But, for now, he would settle with simplicity, since he doubted Frank would trust him to tie him down to the bed just yet. He grabbed Frank around the hips, smiling wickedly at him, before flipping the angel over onto his belly, and pulling his hips up into the air, spreading his knees wide on the bed. This caused his wings to hang limply over the edges of the bed and his face to be buried into a pillow. Frank lifted his head with a gasp, looking over his shoulder at Gerard in uncertainty.
“This’ll be easier,” he said simply, stroking a hand down Frank’s back, before taking his cock in hand and lining himself up. “This’ll hurt,” was the only warning he gave, before pushing into Frank in one swift motion, right to the hilt. He knew the angel could take it, since they were immortal beings; pain wasn’t the same for them as humans. But, inevitably, the angel let out a loud wail of pain and surprise, clenching tight around Gerard, pulling a loud moan in response from the demon. “Aw, Frankie,” he moaned at the spasm of the angel’s muscles around him.
Frank whimpered into the pillow his face was buried in, his cock nearly gone completely soft now. But, Gerard would have none of that. He shifted his hips and pulled out, only to thrust back in quickly, pulling another cry from Frank. Again, nothing. Once more, and, perfect. Frank’s cry of pain became one of surprised pleasure, his hips jerking up to meet Gerard’s as the demon nailed his prostate. “Perfect,” Gerard purred, losing no time in snapping his hips fast and hard, sliding in and out of Frank at an unrelenting pace that no human would ever be able to stand. But it drove Frank right up the wall, loud mewls and moans of pleasure pouring from the angels lips, driving the demon on to go faster, harder, deeper, watching as Frank’s wings solidified black as the angel let go of his inhibitions.
“Yeah, that’s it, Frankie,” Gerard moaned, feeling that tell-tale tightening in his abdomen signaling that he was coming close to his end. He draped himself over the angels’ back as he continued to drive into him, reaching down to stroke the angel in an off time with his thrusts. “Cum for me, Frankie, baby. You’re so hot, and tight, c’mon, you’re so close,” he breathed into the angel’s ear, which proved to work perfectly, as Frank let out a loud shout and spilled his seed all over Gerard’s sheets.
The demon smirked at the warm, wet feeling of Frank’s cum on his fingers, sitting back and lifting them to his mouth the lick them clean, before going right back to pounding into Frank’s supple body, which was limp and shaking on the bed below him, the angel letting him use his body as he pleased. He finished with a loud shout of his own, looking up at the ceiling with a cruel grin on his face, as if to say ‘I win’ as he emptied himself inside the fallen angel.
He pulled out with a contented sigh, shoving Frank’s wing out of the way as he flopped down next to his angel, reaching out to tug him to his chest, kissing the top of Frank’s head. The angel glanced up at Gerard tiredly, a tiny smile on his face as he cuddled up to the demon. Gerard returned the smile with one of his own, shifting to tug a blanket up over them. And, indeed, he had won. One less angel in God’s army, and one more new toy for him to play with.