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Sometimes unnecessary attachments, emotional ties and self-sacrifice arise, and before you can root them out, you need to confirm whether that is indeed the case.
Makima feels at ease in the basement known as the demon dormitory. Footsteps echo down the corridor; the iron doors are firmly locked, and no screams can be heard from the demons inside who wish to escape; they are merely dogs who must obey orders or be killed. Makima stops in front of the door; it is a forced action and a great sacrifice, yet it is worth it. She holds the key card to the door, opening it after a prolonged beep and a flash of the green indicator, and is met by white feathers at the entrance.
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Aki hates demons; his anger is probably something terrifying yet instructive, which is why he has two demons, restless fools, living in his home, and one lazy one as a partner. But every day, Aki cooks and cleans for the two fools; in his foolishness, Denji is somewhat like a younger brother, and Power like a younger sister Aki never had. They are more like two children who pose a serious threat; moreover, he spends money on ice cream, even when Angel does nothing. Aki has completely failed in his hatred.
Recently, being in Makima’s office has been cold and unpleasant; perhaps this is because Aki has noticed how Angel avoids Makima’s gaze, even when she addresses him directly. The demon had tucked his wings in, feeling uncomfortable; he was tense and frozen, so they left the room as quickly as possible, but now Aki is here alone, face to face with Makima.
“I’ve decided to entrust today’s patrol to another team. Angel, he... has fallen ill.” Her tone hints at something vague; Makima makes a gesture with her hand in the air, searching for the right words. “He didn’t take his pills on time.”
Ah. Regardless of the subgender, everyone must take their pills, suppressants.
“So he’s struggling,” Aki mutters.
Angel’s subgender is a mystery to him, and he’s not quite sure what to say. Aki himself was an Alpha; from time to time he’d stop taking his pills when he knew he had a week off. It’s a respite for the body, a release of hormones, an opportunity to stabilise and experience natural processes, but it’s unlikely demons are allowed to do that.
"Yes, his heat has hit harder than expected; suppressing it isn’t helping; his condition is at its worst. If things end up spiralling out of control, we’ll have to take action." Makima doesn’t say outright, whether they’ll kill Angel or whether he’ll die from his own heat.
There’s no point in Aki staying; he nods to show he’s heard, then heads out the door. So, Angel is an omega. Usually in such cases, an Alpha was sent to Omegas suffering from severe overheating; it was only for a set period, sex, mating, and returning to normal, a standard, soulless protocol. But Angel kills with a touch; no one will be allowed near him. Left alone, he must fight. Aki’s hand freezes over the lift button; the ground floor, he could be free, go home, or perhaps to the gym. Aki presses the button, heading down to the building’s basement, taking out his gloves and pulling them over his hands.
The rooms had no names; all the signs bore numbers. Aki walks past the doors; Denji and Power have no numbers, which makes Aki feel relieved that these two have names and a warmer place to live. “666,” Aki snorts at the absurdity of Angel’s number; he’d never asked, but he know which number belonged to a specific demon. The key card is clenched in Aki’s slightly damp palm; he could still leave, it would be easy, they aren’t particularly close; rather, they simply understand each other in some ways, and Aki could still get another partner, perhaps a more capable one, not such a slacker. Aki takes out the card and holds it to the panel; he can’t just walk away.
The room is a claustrophobe’s nightmare, practically a cupboard, something impersonal, a bed and a bedside table meant to hold a form, pressed against the bed, nothing superfluous, nothing personal, except for Angel’s feathers, which float around, making it clear that Aki hasn’t got the wrong room.
The demon itself occupies the bed; covered by the blanket, it can only curl up in place, its wings fluttering beneath the covers; the flapping sounds and whimpers are not as striking as the scent. Angel smells of vanilla, strawberries and cream, delicious, alluring; Aki swallows hard.
"Angel." Aki’s voice sounds hoarse.
Angel hears him; it’s obvious from the brief pause, yet his hand movements resume; he feels absolutely awful.
"A-Aki."
If Aki were a teenager, he’d have cum right now. Aki moves closer, which basically means climbing onto the bed, kicking his shoes onto the floor, touching Angel’s shoulder through the blanket, pulling the fabric down to reveal Angel’s face. His face is sweaty and red, he’s gasping for breath, and his eyes are glassy and misty.
Aki has actually already thought through his proposal, but when he opens his mouth, the words won’t come out.
“Aki,” Angel whispers.
“I… I’d like to suggest something.”
Angel nods; he stops pleasuring himself to show he serious, but still wriggles in place, seeking some relief.
“I could sleep with you, have sex with a condom, with minimal nudity.”
Angel thinks it over; it might bring some relief, perhaps not solve the problem, but relief isn’t bad either.
“Will that help you?” Aki runs his hand over the demon’s thigh, light strokes, just to soothe him.
“Yes, yes, it will help.” Angel nods, seeming more content than before; withdrawing his hand, covered in slime, Angel carelessly wipes his fingers on his own blanket to pick up the pyjama bottoms that had been tossed into the corner of the bed.
"Come on."
Aki helps him put them on, as Angel fails to get his leg into the trouser leg several times. They need to have as much clothing on as possible, for Aki’s safety; he’s already unbuckling his own belt, undoing the button, and pulling the zip down. Before pulling his trousers down a little, or rather, to get his cock out, Aki takes a condom out of his pocket; the packet is already open, which doesn’t escape Angel’s gaze as he frowns and clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
"Aki Hayakava is a sought-after expert in many fields."
Aki doesn’t need to explain himself or make excuses, but he wants to.
"Denji and Power found a sealed packet and opened it; I managed to catch them with two water-filled condoms before they grabbed any more."
Aki pulls out his cock, finally feeling relief, clenching his hand around the shaft, stroking up and down the length, causing Angel to squirm in place, watching, purring contentedly and leaning back against the pillow.
Aki reaches for a condom, struggling with the packaging with one hand, forced to let go of his cock to help himself open the contraceptive and put it on.
Angel’s opening tightens around nothing; it quivers and drips, slightly stretched by the demon’s fingers. For comfort, Aki wraps a blanket to place under Angel’s bottom, lifting his arse higher.
“Just get it in already,” Angel moans languidly, feeling uncomfortable.
Aki takes his time, testing it with a finger first; one slides in easily, the second meets no resistance either. Aki adds a third, and Angel leans forward to let the fingers go deeper. Aki grips Angel’s thigh with his other hand, forcing him to stay still, pulling his fingers back to insert four; Angel moans with pleasure, feeling thoroughly stretched.
They exchange no words; for someone as lazy as Angel, he is surprisingly flexible, allowing his legs to be lifted. Aki supports him by the thighs, lifting him up,which is foolish, Aki suddenly realises; he needs a free hand to guide his cock, and Angel is a pillow prince, not an assistant. So, with his free hand, Aki holds Angel’s thigh, lifting it up and pulling it back, whilst bending the other leg at the knee and placing it on the mattress, turning it slightly to the side. With his free hand, Aki grabs his cock, pressing it against Angel’s anus, and enters with an exhalation. Angel tenses up but purrs contentedly like a cat; staying still, he doesn’t move his legs so as not to accidentally touch Aki’s bare skin with his own. Instead of slow thrusts, Aki makes a sharp movement, moaning drawn-out in unison with the demon, pausing so as not to let skin touch skin, practically sinking completely into the demon, who lets out an unexpected cry. They take fifteen seconds to adjust, Aki’s thumb unconsciously caressing Angel’s thigh.
"Carry on," whispers Angel, wanting to touch Aki but holding back.
Angel is hot and slippery, tight and pleasurable; his cock slides in without resistance, in, out, again, and again. It feels as though Angel was made for him, moulded to fit Aki’s cock, a perfect match that can’t be a coincidence. Aki must have completely lost his mind.
Angel protests slightly when Aki tries to push his hip further back, causing an unpleasant tug in his muscles and pain, so Aki has to refocus to avoid causing pain, but he doesn’t loosen his grip; his hold is likely to leave bruises that won’t fade any time soon. Bolstered by this thought, Aki picks up the pace, still taking care not to touch.
Angel’s neglected cock twitches with every movement; Aki first runs his hand along its length, lightly brushing it with his fingers, causing Angel to whine in dissatisfaction. Aki smiles, already ready to take the cock in his hand.
"Angel..." Aki draws out the syllables slightly, leaning closer to touch the demon’s stomach with his hand.
Angel doesn’t realise at first why he’s being called, but the touch of the hand explains a little; Aki is there, his cock deep enough to be seen.
“Are you a pervert?” Angel asks, licking his upper lip.
Aki doesn’t answer, but presses lightly, causing them both to moan louder.
Aki leaves this discovery alone; he just wants to help Angel, even if only a little. His palm wraps around Angel’s cock, running his thumb along the slit, circling the head and sliding down, following the veins. Here, too, Angel is slippery and wet—perfect.
"Sorry, I can't do more." Aki squeezes Angel's cock a little tighter, jerking him off in time with the thrusts.
"I..." Angel can’t ask for more, but he’s a demon—he’s the kind who always wants more. "I don’t need a knot; sperm is enough."
This comes as a surprise; Angel’s words make Aki stop.
"Sperm is enough?"
"Yes." Angel confirms, nudging in Aki’s arm.
After all, he’s not here for himself, but to help.
Aki lowers his hand to cup the Angel’s balls in his palm, shifting from knee to knee, feeling the numbness; he thrusts his cock back into Angel, who arches his back, causing his wings to no longer be pressed against the mattress but to stretch out to the sides.
“So, would it be much easier for you if I just came inside you?” Aki muses, rolling the demon’s testicles in his hand, without stopping.
“Yes, Aki, yes.”
If they were really careful, Aki could do it; if he was careful and restrained, he could hold Angel’s thighs, spread apart, bring his cock as close as possible but at a safe distance, and come inside him. Let his cum stain Angel from within, claim him, assert his ownership.
“Let’s do it.”
Angel looks shy, deceptive and sly, blinking, causing his long eyelashes to flutter; he tilts his head to one side, making himself look more innocent.
“Would the experienced Mr Hayakava do this for me?”
Damn demon, Aki slaps Angel on the thigh.
Aki has to jerk Angel off faster so the demon loses his deceptive charm, crumbling under the pressure; he’s very close, and Aki won’t last much longer either, but he still needs to take off the condom.
“Come on, Angel, be a good boy, come for me.”
Demons under their command must be obedient, for their own survival; Angel isn’t the sort you’d say that about, but right now, he’s a good boy. Aki (who pulls out of Angel just in time), rising on the bed, has to hold him by the thighs with both hands; his toes curl, and Angel closes his eyes tightly, coming with a cry.
Aki cannot delay.
"Give me your hand."
Angel holds out a trembling palm, which Aki takes, placing it lightly on Angel’s backside, very close to his bum, whilst holding his other hand in the same way.
"Hold it higher."
Angel obeys, exhausted and listless.
Aki quickly removes the condom, taking his cock in his hand. Aki moves closer, completely foolish and desperate, but doesn’t touch him. Thanks to Angel’s widely spread legs, Aki can look into the quivering hole, aligned with the head of his cock; Aki licks his lips, wondering why Angel is so sexy, must be because he is a demon. Aki jerks off frantically, roughly, on the verge of pain, out of impatience; he’s close, and desperate for this, even if he doesn’t tell about they sex; he and Angel will remember what Aki did. Aki comes quickly, forcing himself to stay put and holding Angel; the semen hits the opening, and Aki has to sit up slightly and lift Angel’s legs higher so the ejaculate goes further, running down Angel’s body, reaching his hidden parts. Demons cannot get pregnant, but Aki allows himself a moment of weakness, imagining what his children with Angel would have looked like - silliness.
Aki doesn’t wipe himself clean, hastily pulling on his underwear and trousers to lower the completely exhausted Angel onto the bed.
Angel looks ethereal, and anyone might well mistake him for a heavenly being, but he was a true demon, having completely captivated Aki.
More than anything, Aki would like to kiss Angel, pull him closer, and feel skin against skin, but common sense still prevails in him, so he presses his cleaner, gloved hand to his own lips, then touches Angel’s lips, whose eyes widen for just a second before returning to indifference.
Bloody bitch, Angel thinks, knowing that Makima won’t turn a blind eye to what’s happened; otherwise, there’d be no point in her doing any of this.
“Will you buy me an ice cream?” Angel asks modestly.
Aki just nods cheerfully.