The Competition

Author: Pippychick
Pairings: Angel/Demon, Demon/Neal, Angel/Neal, Angel/Jesus, Demon/Jesus.
Rating: NC-17. Please don’t click on the link if you are underage.
Warnings: There will be (in no particular order): Graphic sex, slash, gender ambiguity, BDSM, and a complete lack of respect for all organised (and disorganised) religion. There will probably be many more warnings applicable to this story in time, but I will update you on those as they come around. Expect horror in later chapters.
Disclaimer: They’re mine… all mine! The characters and their universe belong entirely to me. I do not, however, own Jesus. He belongs to God, and no copyright infringement is meant.

Author's Note:
Thanks go to my wonderful reviewers!

Gentlemanlymalice: Thank you for your encouragement – I'm so glad you like it so far. I hope you will enjoy this chapter too.

JakylnToki: It's been so long since I thought of adding to this I didn't realise I hadn't replied before. Thank you so much for your review. I hope you're still around to enjoy this chapter.

Everyone else out there: Here is the next chapter in the story, and I do have to warn for violence here. Also, you might like to know there is a sideline I have going on in the femslash section with Angel and Demon as women which is here. http://original.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600095543 If you read – I hope you enjoy that too!

Chapter Four

Hell. It wasn’t dark or even particularly depressing. The air was fresh with ozone, a product of the savage weather systems. There were no mortals here, burning in agony for eternity, although had any been here, they might well believe they were in the proverbial place of punishment. Hell was the pinnacle of perfection for certain ideas that had taken root on earth. Natural selection, for one – the grandest and most magnificent creatures existed here, spurred on by centuries of enforced survival in a robust and perilous world. Here the dinosaurs still roamed; some were a perfect realisation of the predator, while still others had become brilliant at mastering the tactic of survival through indulgence.

Here all the sins were represented, and each had a benefit. Hell was fiery, however. It was an unstable world; earthquakes and storms were only the very tip of the dangers that Hell had to offer. Depressions of land that seemed to have been formed over centuries were in fact the evidence of supervolcanoes. That life still existed here, and that it actually thrived, was a testament to the animals’ tenacious nature.

But for all that Hell wasn’t ugly. The catastrophic behaviour of the planet itself had actually contributed to its beauty. The rugged and ravaged land was in many places covered over with plant life, and it made for unparalleled vistas of rolling hills and valleys. But even the trees here weren’t safe, and sought to protect their leaves from predators by advertising their poisonous nature. They glowed phosphorescently in the dusk as a warning, and Angel thought they looked magnificent.

He and Demon stood on a rocky promontory, looking out over what seemed to be an enchanted forest in the twilight of the rapidly darkening day. The sheer violence of the volcanic activity ensured there was a scattering of ash in the upper atmosphere, and the rays of the dying sun were made into a spectacular display of colour and light. Hazy gold and streaks of silver fired the imagination, before giving way to a deep, crimson red before darkness fell. Combined with the forest, the effect was startling and almost magical.

As darkness fell properly, small lights appeared between the trees, moving in a purposeful and sentient way. They looked pretty, but Angel shuddered, and turned his face into Demon’s shoulder, who smirked.

“You know, on Earth they are beginning to consider unreasonable disgust a failing,” he stated. Angel ignored him. Demon didn’t do anything but watch the strange lights curiously, waiting for them to appear from the trees. His eyes glittered in something that might be hunger. He was rewarded a moment later when a single, giant moth came fluttering from the trees. Another creature chased it. It looked much like a spider, except for its size. It was as big as a medium-sized dog, and its abdomen flashed an intermittent light that was designed to confuse its quarry. On Earth, spiders were solitary, lonely creatures that built traps to catch their meals. Here they were pack animals who hunted, and they were very good at it.

Demon watched the moth with baited breath as it fluttered forward, just out of the reach of its pursuer, only to be caught by one of the pack that stood waiting just shy of the shelter of the trees. Immediately the ground was alive with the giant spiders. The smaller young were even more vicious than the rest as the meal was divided out. Still, Demon watched, having seen something the spiders hadn’t learnt to notice… yet. The moth had been carrying something. Eggs.

The first of the spiders fell when they had barely begun to retreat back into the woods. The rest quickly followed. There wasn’t time in Hell for the young of any species to hang around, and there was only a very limited impression of the spiders being eaten alive from the inside out by the voracious grubs of the grey moth. When all the spiders were gone, the grubs started on each other to settle their insatiable hunger. Eventually there were only three or four left, and those unfurled fresh, new wings and fluttered away calmly. There was nothing left to tell of the drama. Demon smiled. He admired those moths. But he had prey of his own here…

Stepping back, he regarded Angel thoughtfully, and his lover laughed. “You may as well give up now. If one of us is fear, it isn’t me,” he said lightly. One of the moths had returned, and now flew around him, occasionally alighting on his robes playfully. Having seen nothing of the spiders and their fate, Angel laughed and smiled in pleasure at the way its velvety soft wings felt when they brushed against his face.

Demon felt lust beginning to stir at the truly innocent display, and he reached out to pull Angel close to him. His eyes were still alight with joy at the butterfly, and his lips glistened in the bright moonlight and the eerie glow from the forest below them. “You need me,” he stated harshly.

“Yes,” Angel replied instantly, and Demon growled. The need to possess was paramount in his mind, much more than a simple desire. Whereas with Angel, the restraint he practised on Demon was purely to keep him still and quiet, Demon had an intense compulsion to subjugate and subdue his lover. He never needed to wonder if Angel could withstand it – he always did.

He bit his lover’s neck, and felt his teeth break through Angel’s skin. The rich, warm tang of blood flowed over his lips and tongue like release, and he moaned. He stopped for a moment to whisper against the beautifully ruined flesh. “You need me,” he repeated. “You need everything I am. Death, and fear, and hate. Even when you don’t know what they are. You need this. You need me to hurt you.” He looked up at Angel, his lust driven on by his own words.

There was pain in Angel’s eyes, but he made no complaint. Nor did he push Demon away. With his complacency he invited the coming violence, and Demon would have felt disgust and revulsion for him if there weren’t something else. Angel was not really submissive to him at times like these. Oh, he could make Angel cry, and beg, and plead. But there was an inner core of strength and self-belief that Demon couldn’t damage, something of Angel he couldn’t change. And it was that impenetrability that made him want more, and more. There would never be a time when he had done enough, and there would never be a time when he became bored. Angel was perfect. It was so easy to want him.

For his part, Angel found himself a little apprehensive. He knew, after all, what to expect, but at the same time he was happy. If this was what Demon required, then he would give it gladly. In some ways, Angel often thought Demon resembled the animals he created. Ruthless, merciless and selfish. But there was something else. As much as he needed Demon, his lover also needed him. However many times Demon destroyed him, he needed Angel’s warmth and compassion. Angel saw how they complimented each other, and it was that sense of completeness that made him endure Demon’s torments. There would never be a time when Demon asked for too much, and there would never be a time when Demon’s need for his submission encompassed self-destruction. Demon was perfect. It was so easy to love him.

But for now… He looked at his lover. Demon was still favouring the idea of temptation, the blond hair and wide blue eyes were so incongruous with the sudden tearing away of his robes. He stood naked, and looked away self-consciously. Demon laughed at him, and forestalled the violence to take Angel’s member in his hand and tease him. The thought of pleasing Demon never failed to make him hard. If one day he would accept the love that was offered to him…

“How do you deal with shame?” he asked curiously, sliding his hand over Angel in a way that made him tremble. Angel felt the heat in his cheeks, and didn’t answer. “What purpose does it serve?” he asked in the same mildly inquisitive tone. At that moment, Angel had no answer for such a question, and so he did something that was guaranteed to seal his fate for now. He tentatively touched Demon in return, and made eye contact despite the flush on his face. He deliberately licked his lips, knowing it would draw a reaction. He wasn’t wrong.

Demon shoved him to his knees roughly, and before long Angel found himself giving his lover pleasure, licking and sucking at the hard column of flesh before him. He took Demon into his mouth slowly, drawing the pleasure out for both of them. When he thought to move back, he wasn’t surprised to feel Demon’s hand at the back of his head, holding him in place. He looked up, only to find Demon watching him with narrowed eyes. Or more correctly, watching what was happening. Angel closed his eyes as Demon moved further forward, pushing slowly but insistently deeper into his mouth. Then it was his throat, and still it didn’t seem to end. Angel stopped breathing, and swallowed. In a part of his mind, he thought this was all a bit tame, and so he almost expected the violence when it came.

Demon drew back suddenly, and then forced himself back, so that Angel wanted to cry out. But he couldn’t. What Angel would have made a loving, pleasurable thing became a brutal act of domination. He was pushed around. Used. It didn’t last long, no more than a minute or two, before Demon had enough and pulled out completely. Although Angel could will himself not to breathe or gag, the physical form he occupied still required air, and he gasped and coughed when Demon finally gave him freedom.

“Turn around!” he demanded in a low voice, and Angel complied while he caught his breath. There was no rest for him though. After the barest amount of preparation, Demon was taking him. He did manage to cry out this time. He felt tears come unbidden to his eyes at the way his body was mistreated. It hurt and burned, but Demon didn’t give him even the slightest time to grow accustomed to the invasion before he began to move in a deep, masterful rhythm.

He tried to scream, but his throat was raw and all that emerged was a weakened cry. “Be quiet,” Demon hissed, and Angel tried to obey, but he couldn’t help voicing a distressed whimper every now and again. He dug his fingertips into the rocky ground and gritted his teeth as the assault continued. Demon took hold of his long hair and began using it to pull him backwards in a way that made Angel feel like little more than an object. When Demon’s other hand came around to make him hard, Angel fought it. He concentrated grimly on the pain, and shut out the pleasure. But Demon didn’t let up, and soon Angel found himself moaning and moving back to meet Demon’s thrusts, despite the agony of the rape. At times like this Angel was reminded that Demon was much more at home with the physical than he was. It was easy for Demon to manipulate him like this.

“Please,” he groaned aloud, feeling Demon pulse inside him in response.

“Are you begging for it to stop, or begging for me to continue?” Demon asked huskily. He squeezed Angel’s flesh lightly at the same time as his words, purposefully making it difficult to answer. Demon stopped moving for a moment, finally allowing Angel to adjust to him. The sharp, shooting pains calmed as his body grew used to Demon’s presence at last, and Angel found himself wondering once more how something so wonderful could be made into such a painful, destructive act.

“Please,” he said again, his voice not reaching above a defeated whisper this time. Demon moved again, and this time Angel found it was at least a little pleasurable. He zeroed his mind in on the warmth that was slowly spreading through his body, instead of the sharp, punishing nature of Demon’s movements. He felt it when Demon was close, and used his muscles to try and encourage his lover.

When Demon came he gathered Angel close to his body, and it was the one part of all this that Angel truly enjoyed. For this short space of time in Demon’s arms, it was almost as though he was loved in return. Desperately he clung to the dream, relaxing into Demon’s arms. He was able to enjoy it for a short minute or so; but as always, Demon shattered the illusion.

“You love me, and you love me to fuck you. Even like that,” he breathed heavily into Angel’s ear. Now it was over for Demon, he turned his attention to Angel properly, and his hand began to move again, making Angel sigh in pleasure. “How does it feel to please me?” he asked quietly, and Angel moaned helplessly and thrust into Demon’s hand. He sniggered. “I thought so.”

Angel blushed and tried to move away from Demon’s touch, but there was nowhere to go. “It’s all right,” Demon said softly, calming him. “I know what you want me to say.” He fell silent for a few seconds, and Angel listened to the sound of his heartbeat accelerating in anticipation. Demon could do something Angel couldn’t do. Something that was worth a thousand painful, humiliating experiences like this. Demon could lie.

“I love to take you. You are everything I need.” Angel shuddered in desire and accepted the lie, knowing what it was, but unable to resist the fantasy. “I love you to come in my hand when I touch you like this… I love you.” He finished with a light kiss to the lobe of Angel’s ear that made him jerk and cry out suddenly, as he spilled at Demon’s touch. His mind registered the words of praise and encouragement; until it was all over, and then Angel turned around in Demon’s arms to face his lover. There was a strange sense of guilt now, because Demon gave him something he just couldn’t give in return. He touched Demon’s lips regretfully.

“I cannot lie to you,” he said apologetically. Demon smiled.

“I had noticed,” he observed wryly, and Angel laughed despite himself. “I will have to teach you the trick, one day.” They both smiled then. Such a thing was impossible. Demon had already tried it long ago, in the same way that Angel had tried to make him experience love. But this was enough. Somehow it really was.

“I love you,” he said at last. From Angel it wasn’t a lie. It was real.

“Even when I win?” Demon teased, his thoughts turning to the youth. Angel laughed.

“Always.”

“That’s good,” Demon remarked. “If love means I can have you like this, then I will always need your love.” Angel blushed, realising it wasn’t meant to sound romantic, but in some way it was exactly that. He surrendered when Demon pulled him close. They were both tired, and he opened his eyes long enough to ascertain that they were back on Earth, in a place that belonged to Demon.

They lay on a soft bed now, instead of kneeling before each other on the inhospitable, rocky ground of Hell. Angel drifted off to sleep in Demon’s arms. He didn’t need to sleep. He could always abandon this body and take a new one. But Demon enjoyed this, and so did he. At least for now. Soon the argument would continue.

To be continued...




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