Devour

Title: Devour
Author: The Grinning Reaper
Summary: A demon reminisces about the upbringing of his cruel angel lover while they're in bed together.
Warnings: One-Shot, M/M, Anal, Oral, Language, Angst
Author's Note: Malak means Angel in Arabic... kind of lame, but that's what the plot bunny named him.
As always, Reviews are greatly appreciated.

At first... there was The Egg.

The Egg was found by one of my minions and wisely handed to me after the now deceased creature was caught trying to make The Egg its meal. Naturally, I couldn't have an underling enjoy such a rare delicacy as The Egg and all those like it, especially since I, myself, have never tasted one at such a stage though many enjoyable meals in the much older stages.

But my plan was immediately dismissed when It hatched.

I had to destroy the rest of my posse to keep them from eating It. They thought I was going mad after I declared that I would wait until It was more ripened and plump which would make It a better, more satisfying meal. Yes, It had the usual baby fat that all newborns have, but It still had small, frail little wings and would have been a mere appetizer if I hadn't let It grow just a bit more.

But soon He was no longer an It in my eyes, but a Him.

With His blue eyes that are so clear they draw me to get lost in them at every chance I get, and those rich, black locks that sprouted from His head like a dark forest which my hand begged to run through. Oh, and His smiled. I would give my wings if I could think of no other way to make Him smiled at me as He does.

But what do you call such a creature?

He needed a name as perfect as the being he was becoming, but all I could give to him was the name Malak... to label him as the angel he was but wasn't because I, a demon from the pits of Hell, raised him. By no means does he fail to be an angel; beautiful and radiant, his light drawing in every creature that comes before him as if we are mosquitoes to the zapper. No. Perhaps that is too harsh of an analogy to describe Malak with his eyes, that hair, those pearly white grins and wings along with his magnetic aura for his only fault is that maybe Malak is too blissfully ignorant to things he has not learned. That is certainly my fault, but I don't want to change him even though he does this to me.

But Malak does devilish things that would drive any true blooded demon mad. This includes me especially when he does things like this.

Those perfect teeth graze along the sensitive skin of my shaft as he tries to swallow me whole while my rough fingers are in a silken paradise, clinging to his luscious dark tresses desperately. My eyes are again trapped in his baby blues, following them up and down as his head bobs between my legs as they restlessly hang over his perfectly sculpted shoulders, laying on my back being his favorite little whore that I am.

Surely I must at least be somewhere high up on his ranking list of go-to fucks.

When I feel a slender and oiled finger slip into my pucker I groan like a wanton bitch in heat ready to be pounded in to oblivion without the courtesy of preparation. I wouldn't say a word against it if he were to take me roughly, but he doesn't do that to me. He's come home from countless of his sexual conquests with his body covered in bruises and bite mark,

I can't remember when I became such a slut.

No, that's not right. I haven't had anyone in bed since the little cherub began innocently climbing into my bed at night. Sometimes I think I should have devoured him before he devoured me...

Oh damn, another finger and this time hitting my sweet spot. I bite my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as I try to keep some of my composure.

But not as much as I think that I should have done the sinfully thing and lied to him when he had asked me if you should only have one sex partner like the humans of this world sometimes preached about. He wanted to know if you had to love the person. He was young, but I was stupid as usual.

With a pop, his mouth is gone from my shaft and his finger leave me too and I whimper like a hurt animal, squirming from the loss of pleasure. He moves up my body until we're face to face, but we stay connected into the same way with my hands in his hair and knees over his shoulders, the back of my legs pressing lightly against my torso. He laps up the blood running awkwardly down my chin before his tongue dives into my awaiting mouth, dominating the kiss without contest. Malak is always so soft, so careful with me.

He always taste so delectable.

I gasp as I feel the roughness of his denim jeans against my ass as he rock hard cock slide along the length of my crack. "Can I put it in you now?" his murmurs the words in a hot puff of air against my ear. How can something sound so innocent and dirty at the same time?

I can only nod and gasp as I feel him push his way inside of me, filling me with his throbbing member to the hilt. His hands coax my thighs as he trails kisses along my jawline down to my neck, where he nips and sucks coyly as I tilt my head to give him enough room to do as he please with me.

Grabbing the back of my thighs carefully, before pulling out of me until only his tip remains. My eyes crack open to get caught in his sky captured orbs, before he nuzzles his nose against mine. It's merely an affectionate gesture that has no meaning behind it.

"Malak, do it now, please," I beg, brushing my dry lips against his juicy ones and he complies in a way that is both wonderful and cruel at the same time.

His thrust are agonizingly slow and gratifying and the feeling of pleasure engulfs my entire body.

My hands move to grip his back, fingertips digging gently into his soft skin. I gasp loudly with every rocking movement of his body, the only other sound in the room other than his flowery pants against my neck and the barely heard squeaks of the mattress's springs moving beneath us.

I wonder if he's ever taken any of his other lovers to this soft and gentle heaven or am I the only one he's not rough with.

Yes, this is my heaven, pinned down into a mattress with a perfectly pure and cruel angel pounding into me sweetly and painfully. This must be what making love feels like.

He makes a fist around my neglected member and pumps it quickly in time with his thrust and I know we both won't last much longer. The pressure building up is almost overflowing in the pit of my stomach. I tighten my grip on his back as my vision turns completely white and I feel the hot sticky mess of my own seed splash against my stomach.

My arms fall to the mattress beneath us, feeling as limp as my satisfied cock, but I manage to tighten my ring around his much welcomed invading member driving him to a loud moan as his own orgasm erupts, coating my inner walls thickly with his essence.

He slips out of me and his warm body leaves me, flustered and panting as his seed starts to pour out of my ravished hole as my legs are placed down on the bed with care. Why is it that even his essence cannot stand to be with me for too long now? The harsh sound of him pulling up his zipper makes me flinch as my bed creaks with each of his motions to leave it.

"Malak..." I must sound weak and pathetic but if it will make him pause before leaving,even just a second, it is worth the cost of what little pride I have left as a demon. One who once slaughtered countless numbers of his kind back in the Great War, hundreds of years before The Egg even existed, but now begged to be in the mere presence of him.

And he stops, nearly out the door and just giving me a backwards glance and a small grin, a low humming noise questioning from the back of his throat is my reply. Not even a word before he leaves me after fucking me.

I shouldn't have bothered him like this. I feel pathetic as I shake my head, turning over onto my stomach and hugging my pillow as I bury my face into it. I wonder if he is going to be soft with whoever he's going to bed next or if I'll have to stare at those bruises and other marks on his bare chest as he wonders through our apartment half naked tomorrow morning or the next.

I nearly jump out of my skin when I feel his warm hand return, landing softly on my shoulder and I can't help but look up at him, startled by the sudden touch.

"Leron," I always melt when he calls me name, but this time I'm distracted by the growing worry on his face as he crawls back next to me, hovering over me as he runs his fingers through my hair sweetly. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

I wasn't even aware of the lump in my throat until I tried to speak and it hurt so much that I couldn't say a word, nor of the moisture escaping my eyes until his hand came down from my hair and his thumb tried frantically to wipe it away as his mouth kissed my other cheek in order to stop the twin stream.

"I'm sorry... I won't hurt you anymore so please don't cry, Leron, please," he continues repeating this over and over in between soft kisses landing all over and face, neck, and all other areas of my flesh he can reach as he wraps his free arm around my torso. And I just lay there. What should I say? I can't remembering ever crying before. I am a demon for Hell's sake, no pun intended.

All I can do is grip his hand in mine and hope that it makes him stay long enough for one of us to understand what is happening to Us.

The End