Vengeance Owned:Gabriel and Milo
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
2,829
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Fury
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The demon shuddered as he watched the archangel in front of him rant and rave. Gabriel was seriously pissed and it made butterflies churn in his human stomach, not because he was afraid, no. After his first knee jerk reaction Milo had gotten a hold of himself. After all, the angel was severely limited in the damage he could actually inflict without heavens blessing so there was no real danger here.
No, the squirmy feeling in his belly had very little to do with fear, however it had everything to do with the fact that Gabriel was fucking hot when he was angry.
The seraphim was practically growling at him and it felt like every vibration went straight from Gabriel’s lips to wrap around his rapidly hardening cock. As a demon, Milo was a sworn enemy of the being in front of him, but by Lucifer, at the moment he would have liked nothing more than to feel every inch of Gabriel draped around him, to have those ridiculously long legs of his wrapped tight around his waist.
His tongue flicked out across suddenly dry lips.
Gabriel stomped back and forth in front of Milo, wishing with all his might that he could just be free to do as he pleased for once. He would make sure that the demon was well punished for his filthy mouth if it was up to him alone.
He glared across at a demon who looked far too calm for his liking. A demon who had in fact a small wicked smile on his lips. On lips that had just blasphemed most heinously. Lips that were a rosy pink bow. He watched as Milo licked his lips. Lips that could speak such pretty dirty things.
Gabriel suddenly shook his head almost violently. Where in the depths of Hades had that thought come from?
The demon had watched closely. Of course he had, it was what he did and he was quite good at it. Over the centuries Milo had learned to spot even the subtlest human weak spot, and it gave him a moment's grim satisfaction to see that Gabriel was suddenly anxious.
“Problem?” The demon queried as he quirked one dark eyebrow.
He got a filthy look in return.
“I just thought that perhaps I could help.” Milo smirked. “Since you obviously just lost your train of thought there.”
“Again demon,” Gabriel growled low and threatening. “I do not now nor have I ever needed your help.”
Milo snorted. “Youre still sore about Milly aren’t you?”
“Mildred.” Gabriel practically spat the word. “is safe in the arms of heaven and none of your concern.”
“Still....” Milo examined his fingernails as if he were bored. “you did need my help to get her there.”
“You!” The angels face flushed bright red. “You did nothing memorable that day! Nothing!”
“Nothing?” Milo grinned. “Nothing at all?”
Gabriel sputtered and he opened his mouth to retort but suddenly the demon stepped closer and grabbed him, one hand encircling his waist as the other wrapped itself in in his long red hair.
“Nothing?” the demon purred before jerking his head foreword and taking his lips.
Milo’s tongue almost viciously pillaged his mouth, bruising his lips with a desire to mark and claim him, reckless and hard. He thoroughly plundered the sweetness within before pulling back and attacking Gabriel’s neck.
“You like it.” Milo whispered in his ear, his breath hot and heavy with sin. A shiver ran down the angels spine at the unexpected sensation.
Gabriel was undergoing the quickest mental breakdown in the history of the universe. A demon was kissing him. Again! He gathered his strength and shoved Milo away from him as aggressively as he could.
“Stay away from me demon!” The angel hissed furiously.
A residue of flames and blood, of people screaming for mercy that would never be granted, their bodies twisting and thrashing in horribly unnatural ways to escape the unbearable pain.
Ahhhhhh.... Reven sighed wistfully. Home. He would miss it of course, but…. If no one was going to return his Milo to him... well then, he would just have to go and get him now wouldnt he?
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The demon shuddered as he watched the archangel in front of him rant and rave. Gabriel was seriously pissed and it made butterflies churn in his human stomach, not because he was afraid, no. After his first knee jerk reaction Milo had gotten a hold of himself. After all, the angel was severely limited in the damage he could actually inflict without heavens blessing so there was no real danger here.
No, the squirmy feeling in his belly had very little to do with fear, however it had everything to do with the fact that Gabriel was fucking hot when he was angry.
The seraphim was practically growling at him and it felt like every vibration went straight from Gabriel’s lips to wrap around his rapidly hardening cock. As a demon, Milo was a sworn enemy of the being in front of him, but by Lucifer, at the moment he would have liked nothing more than to feel every inch of Gabriel draped around him, to have those ridiculously long legs of his wrapped tight around his waist.
His tongue flicked out across suddenly dry lips.
Gabriel stomped back and forth in front of Milo, wishing with all his might that he could just be free to do as he pleased for once. He would make sure that the demon was well punished for his filthy mouth if it was up to him alone.
He glared across at a demon who looked far too calm for his liking. A demon who had in fact a small wicked smile on his lips. On lips that had just blasphemed most heinously. Lips that were a rosy pink bow. He watched as Milo licked his lips. Lips that could speak such pretty dirty things.
Gabriel suddenly shook his head almost violently. Where in the depths of Hades had that thought come from?
The demon had watched closely. Of course he had, it was what he did and he was quite good at it. Over the centuries Milo had learned to spot even the subtlest human weak spot, and it gave him a moment's grim satisfaction to see that Gabriel was suddenly anxious.
“Problem?” The demon queried as he quirked one dark eyebrow.
He got a filthy look in return.
“I just thought that perhaps I could help.” Milo smirked. “Since you obviously just lost your train of thought there.”
“Again demon,” Gabriel growled low and threatening. “I do not now nor have I ever needed your help.”
Milo snorted. “Youre still sore about Milly aren’t you?”
“Mildred.” Gabriel practically spat the word. “is safe in the arms of heaven and none of your concern.”
“Still....” Milo examined his fingernails as if he were bored. “you did need my help to get her there.”
“You!” The angels face flushed bright red. “You did nothing memorable that day! Nothing!”
“Nothing?” Milo grinned. “Nothing at all?”
Gabriel sputtered and he opened his mouth to retort but suddenly the demon stepped closer and grabbed him, one hand encircling his waist as the other wrapped itself in in his long red hair.
“Nothing?” the demon purred before jerking his head foreword and taking his lips.
Milo’s tongue almost viciously pillaged his mouth, bruising his lips with a desire to mark and claim him, reckless and hard. He thoroughly plundered the sweetness within before pulling back and attacking Gabriel’s neck.
“You like it.” Milo whispered in his ear, his breath hot and heavy with sin. A shiver ran down the angels spine at the unexpected sensation.
Gabriel was undergoing the quickest mental breakdown in the history of the universe. A demon was kissing him. Again! He gathered his strength and shoved Milo away from him as aggressively as he could.
“Stay away from me demon!” The angel hissed furiously.
A residue of flames and blood, of people screaming for mercy that would never be granted, their bodies twisting and thrashing in horribly unnatural ways to escape the unbearable pain.
Ahhhhhh.... Reven sighed wistfully. Home. He would miss it of course, but…. If no one was going to return his Milo to him... well then, he would just have to go and get him now wouldnt he?
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