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Floating.
Through a dark abyss with no end.
With a sudden gasp Lance sat up quickly, doubling over as pain spiked throughout his body. He frantically glanced around, unaware of his surroundings.
Black drapes covered the...bed? Why was he in a bed? He attempted the tremendous feat of getting off the bed only to fall flat on his face, blankets tangled around his weakened legs. For the umpteenth time that day Lance winced in pain.
He felt the familiar taste of blood rise in his mouth, only for it to be swallowed back down.
"Ah, sleeping beauty has finally decided to awaken from her slumber." The voice was familiar and near yet the spinning going on in Lance's head stopped him from recalling exactly whose that intolerable sound belonged to.
A pair of black combat boots stopped right in front of his face, mere inches from his face. Lance glanced up and the blood that he had just swallowed threatened to resurface as he recognized his favourite fallen angel's face.
"K-Keith? What the hell are you doing here? Where am I?" Lance spoke up, mustering about as much emotion as he could in his weakened state.
The other slightly flinched as he heard his old title, for a second beginning to reminisce about his past life in the heavens. But alas, now was not the time as he had pressing matters at hand. Such as the broken angel laying at his feat.
Ignoring his questions Keith moved to lift the other onto the bed, unusually mindful of the countless wounds littering his body. Lance was befuddled at how he had been manhandled. He hadn't expected anything but the worse from Keith so his act of kindness was a little unnerving to say the least.
"Stay." Keith simply instructed as he left without a fleeting glance towards the confused and annoyed angel.
‘As if I have a choice.” He thought bitterly to himself. In the state he was in he could barely lift a finger without the constant reminder of the wounds that had been inflicted upon him.
The memories of his past endeavor flooded him all at once and in an instant he reached out telepathically towards his wingmates. Their companionship bond allowed them to communicate from long distances. However all he received in response to his calling was an emptiness that resonated in his being.
Before he could even begin to dwell in his current shortcomings the bedroom door slammed open. Lance’s eyes snapped to the door, his blue eyes meeting the stormy black of the so-called demon king.
To any other ordinary being his presence would become overbearing and create an air of instant submission. However Lance was no ordinary being. He had been personally blessed by Allura’s father and stood defiantly as Shirogane walked over to where he had been placed.
Amusement danced across Shiro’s face as he stared at the currently incapitated male occupying his bed space. He personally had treated Lance’s wounds and had proceeded to lay him in his own quarters. But his angel did not need to learn of that little fact.
“I see you are doing well.” Shiro simply stated as he took in the pale face and trembling body.
It was rather obvious that Lance was not doing well and Shiro himself knew of this fact. A certain fire graced his dark eyes as he took in the delicious sight of what the proud and handsome angel had become.
Noticing his look Lance frowned in disgust. Not only had the demon brought destruction and chaos to his peaceful life but he had also severely injured Lance. Leaving him with major injuries that he hadn’t sustained in quite some time.
“Cut the crap,” Lance snarled, “What the hell do you want?!” The fire returned to his eyes and he straightened himself up and refused to wince as his injuries burned in protest at the sudden movement.
“My, my, my. Don’t you have such a dirty mouth,” Shiro tsked as he leaned down towards Lance’s figure, “Little angels speaking foul words should be punished, don’t you think?” He smirked and before Lance could react he dove to catch Lance’s lips in a painful and filthy kiss.
Eyes wide open Lance struggled to move back however he was too late in realizing he had become trapped in a rough embrace between Shiro’s arms and the bed.
The kiss, if it could even be called that, was too painful. It was more of Shiro fighting to dominate while Lance was attempting to escape with no results. After a rather harsh nip from the dominating male Lance reacted and bit his tongue, the taste of demon blood burst onto his taste buds and he spit once released from the violent lip locking.
Shiro smiled coldly and wiped the stray blood from his face. He did like it when they fought back. It was always a fun challenge for him to conquer a rebellious angel. Take Keith for example, there was no way an angel could fall without the outer malicious influence Shiro provided.
Lance froze at the icy expression the other male doned. He was not an idiot. He knew of the power Shiro wielded and he was wary of his actions.
However his smile only grew. “Alright, I can admit I deserved that. But next time I won’t be as forgiving.” He chided the other male as if he were a child receiving discipline.
“I am sure you know who I am. Though I must introduce myself, Takashi Shirogane of Hell.” He smiled once again, continuing to unnerve Lance. He remained silent as Shiro looked at him expectantly. Probably awaiting for him to introduce himself. Something he definitely was not about to do.
They stared at each other for a few seconds until Shrio spoke again, “Not into talking? That’ll work for now. Just your presence is enough for now.” The more he talked the more confused Lance became. This Shirogane was talking to him as if he hadn’t just imprisoned him after messing him like a rag doll.
“I do hope you enjoy your stay. Anything you require will be available at your will. Please make use of my servants and I shall return promptly.” As if saying goodbye for the time being Shiro waved and with a poof! disappeared into thin air.