"A-Asa…-AH!"

He shuddered, tightening his grip on his control as his boy arched beneath him. Oh god...at this rate, he wouldn't last much longer. "Akihito…" Careful not to hold his young lover tight enough to bruise, Asami pushed into him, riding him even as his own climax mounted. "Come for me," he growled, needing to feel the smaller man bucking under him. Gentle, he reminded himself...be very, very gentle. After all, he'd taken him hard and fast just that morning. While Aki's stamina had increased, the boy had remained incredibly fragile. 'Best to let him last…'

"H-harder...Asami... " Panting and breathless, Akihito brought his hips back hard to match his lover's thrusts, needing the heat and power of it before he could let himself fall over that golden edge. He'd traveled down that road of no return...and he couldn't bring himself to care that he'd have a few new bruises, come morning's first light. All that mattered was here, was now...was Asami. "Hhah! Deeper!" He knew the moment he'd gotten Asami's full attention, and the realization had him shuddering with...other emotions.

Strong arms came around him, catching him as he bowed up and into Asami's chest. Hot… Their bodies burned together, as if someone had struck a match and started a wildfire. This...was this what it was like to burn? 'He did say he'd drag me to hell,' he mused, his coherence quickly fading as Asami's teeth nipped and his tongue caressed. Fire...all of it was fire, building inside him. At its heart, Asami burned the brightest, the hottest...inside him. 'When you play with a demon, you burn…'

He had a second to register his pleasure as he was sent stumbling over the edge. His body grew rigid, and he was coming… Oh god, he was coming hard… Clamping down around Asami, he let the darkness take him, and was vaguely aware of the warmth that poured into him, soothing that untouchably cool place in him. "Asa...mi."

Blackness enveloped him, and he was floating...falling. Strong arms...strong arms were around him still...and the demon took on the form of an angel, cradling him gently as he fell to the bed sheets. Still panting, still breathless, he mourned the fullness of Asami inside him as the man slid out of him, pulling the covers instead to be around Akihito's naked form.

Asami knelt above his young lover, his dark eyes burning with the embers of what they'd stoked just seconds before. He could have gone all night-they'd done it so many times before. And yet, he thought better of it. 'Gentle,' he reminded himself, and that blackness inside him scoffed. Their boy lay naked and ready beneath them...was it not their right to take what was rightfully theirs? Chastising his more...primal instincts, he brought his fingers to brush away the delicate fall of blond that had begun to cling to Akihito's forehead. He was a vision, he mused. A white angel, tainted and bathed in sin...yet no less divine for the hell that he basked in.

Only when his boy's breathing grew soft, only when his body relaxed into the warmth of the blankets, did Asami remove himself from his careful perch above his young lover. Collecting up the delicate, white plumes that dotted the enormous bed, he smiled. Keepsakes. Reminders of what had been...what would be again. Sliding from the bed, his naked state forgotten, he traced the tips of his fingers until he found it. There, the barest notch in an otherwise perfect stretch of wall, hidden carefully behind a painting worth more than half of Tokyo itself. He caressed the sigil there, and inhaled as a shock of familiar power brought the thing to life. Blinking until the red escaped his eyes, he stepped away and watched as the wall fragmented like shards of fine glass, only to disappear.

The familiar rose up and around him, dark and carrying every shade of sin...and more. This special place was decorated far more to his tastes...and he looked forward to bringing his charge into its pleasure very soon. Brushing aside a few leather straps and silver chains, he picked his way to the far wall, and the single, low table that rested there. Unlike the carefully arranged shelves and counters, this surface was smooth, unblemished...and void of the smut that so coated his soul. He would take Akihito there when the time was right...would have him in every way, if only to sate his own desires.

For now, delicate feathers still cradled in one large hand, he reached with his free hand to the single, beautifully enameled box at the center of the table. His fingers caressed the fine intricacies, as he imagined a sinner might lavish their hopes, their dreams upon the saint that would purge them of their sins. There was no saving him...of that he was certain. However, he was not above taking a piece of heaven for himself, if it would ease the endless, tiring hours.

Click.

Yielding to his touch, the gold enamel unlatched and was lifted. Music filled the room now-some delicate tune that Asami never tired of. It was another reminder of the thing he held most dear...or as dear as he could hold anything. Tracing the line of the feathers already nestled amidst the red velvet, he sighed. Slowly, he would collect them. And, in time, he would give his lover back the wings he'd lost. 'And pray his memories come with it…'

Questions for another time. Setting the delicate feathers with the rest, he closed the lid and mourned the music as it was abruptly silenced. As if the sin had been chased away by the delicate notes, the darkness began to encroach, caressing his naked skin like the touch of a lover...familiar and welcoming. He didn't need a mirror to know that his eyes had begun to glow, the flames of hell itself smoldering impossibly red.

Another tune began, cutting the terrible, cold silence he'd let find him. His phone? Casting a look over his shoulder to the entrance of this, his sanctuary, he frowned. Not his work line. Exhaling an exasperated sigh, he turned fully to leave the dimly lit space. Behind him, the wall reknit itself, the shards of reality coming together seamlessly. There, still sound asleep amongst the covers, his angel lay sleeping. When he was sure of the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, Asami bypassed the bed and dug through his hastily strewn clothing until he found the sleek, black device.

Leaving the bedroom at his back, he slid into his robe and brought the phone to his ear before stepping out and into the living room. It was a call he wasn't willing to make within earshot of his young lover. His thumb caressed the back of the device, where a second sigil lay embedded into the black plastic, and the line opened with a soft pop.

"It's three a.m. What do you want?"

"So cold, Ryuichi. But, I suppose it's to be expected." Ignoring Asami's bass growl at the use of his first name, the caller laughed. "Intimidating, but that's to be expected of the favorite son."

"You called for a reason." Gesturing absently to the nearby wet bar, he curled a finger and listened as glass tinkled. The perfect sphere of ice rolled lazily in the glass as it was brought to rest in his waiting hand. A bottle of scotch lifted, as if guided by invisible hands, the cap coming off as the dark liquor sloshed to fill the crystal. He would need a drink...or three.

"You never were one for small talk." Another sigh, this one more dramatic as the caller shifted on the other end. "Father likes that about you...but I could learn to hate you for it."

"Speak plainly, Ryoma. I don't have time for this." Sending the bottle to float back to its place on the wet bar, he took a long sip of the dark liquor and savored the fire it scorched down his throat. His younger brother didn't know when to grow up...but of course he didn't. Though, at the mention of their father, Asami was certain he knew what this call entailed.

"As I'm sure you've not forgotten," Ryoma paused for effect, and it took every ounce of control Asami had not to reach through the line and throttle him. Of course he hadn't forgotten. "Mom's birthday is coming up, and you're expected to attend."

"She isn't my mother." There, he'd put it in plain words. That wasn't to say he didn't like the woman that had birthed both of his younger brothers...but his own mother had passed late enough for him to remember her...and no one else would compare. "It isn't my fault the man couldn't control his harem."

The snarl on the other end told him he'd hit a nerve. "As the first son," Ryoma began, carefully metering his words through gritted teeth. "It is your responsibility to honor her… Or are you too preoccupied at the moment?" It was Asami's turn to snarl, and Ryoma merely laughed. "Either you've your hands full with your own harem...or you're still playing with that angel of yours. Honestly, you already plucked his wings. What use is he as a bed partner after that? He doesn't remember you."

"Fuck you."

"Oh, Ryuichi...you know our rules. We get nothing from playing with one another. Family is nearly off the menu because of it. Don't tell me you've tired of your human prey already? Father did warn you not to rush your meals." A door opened on the other end of the line, and Asami frowned. What was the cagey bastard up to now? "Father, welcome home. Ryu-chan is being difficult. Won't you talk more sense into him?"

A male voice, deeper this time, muttered something. Asami froze, the chill of his father's disapproval coming through the phone very clearly as the device switched holders. Great...he'd hoped to talk with his father in private later… "I'll expect you tomorrow at half past six." No room for discussion.

Fuck.

"I have my responsib-"

"Half past six, no later. Have your assistant handle your business until you return. Kirishima is competent. I'm sure he can see to it for the next month or so."

Recalling his friend and lesser demon secretary, Asami worked to unclench his jaw. That wasn't the point. He couldn't leave Akihito to his own devices that long. The brat had a knack for finding trouble...if trouble didn't find him first. "I've other responsibilities to-"

"Yes, yes, Ryoma told me of your pet. Bring him with you, so long as he remains out of the way, and behaves himself. I assume he's trained?"

"He is," Asami agreed, and felt his grip on the phone relax as he took another hit of scotch. He'd need a cigarette after this.

"Do you leash him?"

"Only during training. He's a handful, but well behaved with enough incentive." He'd begun to smirk, and knew the moment his father had joined him.

"Good boy. Will you be sharing him during your stay?" He didn't have time to stop himself, and he snarled, baring his teeth. Any other time, he knew his father would punish him for the reaction. For now, the older demon laughed, truly amused. "You're just as possessive as I was of your mother. I will never understand why you keep an angel with no wings...but I look forward to meeting him."

The line went dead before he could respond, and Asami groaned. Right...they'd be taking a very...long trip. He couldn't wait to tell Aki.

A click echoed in the distance, and Asami blinked, slowly at first. Lifting his head from the back of the couch, he fixed Akihito with dark eyes. He'd had time to get rid of the red in his eyes, lest his Akihito grow frightened and run. Slowly, his smile returned, and his free hand lifted, beckoning his kitten forward. "Bad dream, Aki?"

Standing partially obscured by the bedroom door and a loose white sheet, Akihito frowned. Had his call woken the younger man? "I would ask who that was...but I've learned I don't want to know." Ignoring Asami's offered hand, Akihito gripped the doorframe in one hand, using the other to clutch his sheet about his shoulders. He was likely still naked beneath it, and Asami found he wanted to see for himself.

"Smart boy," he purred, his hand falling as he pushed to stand. Setting the glass of scotch aside, he moved to the bedroom door and bent with his arm on the partially closed barrier. Did his Akihito think he could hide behind it? If he'd not just replaced the last door, he could have splintered this one without so much as the blink of an eye. Ignoring the barrier, he reached with his other hand to cup the boy's cheek, tilting it to the light for a better look. Had he taken too much from his kitten? 'No dark circles...yet. I'll need to find a secondary food source during our trip, or he'll grow weak.' His thumb moved to the corner of Akihito's lips, and he brushed until the soft opening gave way in a breathy gasp. He had the boy's attention.

Bringing a hand to swat lightly at Asami's intruding finger, Akihito frowned and met the kingpin's nearly black eyes. "I...uhm…" When the finger finally left his lips, he straightened. "I couldn't sleep… Uhm...without you."

Was he imagining the dark flush of Aki's cheeks in the shadowed doorway? Finding he needed to see it clearly, Asami lifted his boy's chin for a better look...and purred. "Good boy," he whispered, opening the door wider. If his boy didn't look so uncertain and weak, he might have taken him then and there, against the bedroom door. As it was, he fought back his instinct to feed. 'I used him hard today… He should sleep before I tell him.' As food sources went, angels were quite resilient. Though...without his wings or his memories, even that source of energy was limited. "Come to bed. I'll not leave your side."

Relief flickered in his big eyes, and was quickly stifled as Akihito stepped away frmo the door and let Asami enter. Could his boy sense his tension? Glancing to the smaller hand on his forearm, Asami felt his lips curve. Of course he could. Though deceptively naive, his kitten could be incredibly perceptive. In time, he did hope to cultivate that and use it. If he'd but loosen his grip on his morals for just a moment, Asami was certain the boy could realize his full potential.

"A...Asami...I…" His gaze came up, sharp now at the hint of unease in Akihito's words. "Nevermind...come to bed." His boy's hands were suddenly around one of his, and Asami blinked as he brightened and began to guide him to the bed. Lingering at his back, he watched the sheet cascade over his boy's naked shoulders and back to pool on the floor. Bruises… Had he been too rough? Waiting until Akihito was crawling onto the bed, Asami nudged him, pushing until his chest lay pressed to the tousled sheets. "Asa...mi?"

"Hold still, Akihito." His muscles had tensed, and Asami sighed before bending to run his lips over the hand-shaped bruises decorating Akihito's back and hips. "I hurt you," he growled, strands of dark hair freeing themselves to fall over his eyes and caress Aki's naked back. If he pushed Aki over that edge so soon, would those phantom wings reappear? Nipping the sensitive flesh where he'd first plucked those downy-soft wings, he felt his boy stiffen, heard him cry out in surprise. There was no visible mark to indicate where they'd been...but he remembered exactly where they'd been, just over his shoulder blades.

"A-Asami, are we going to-" He cut off abruptly, and a sharp cry had his head coming up. "Hhah! Ah...ow." What had gotten Asami so riled? Bracing himself until his insides stopped pulsing and quivering around Asami's thick shaft, he exhaled slowly. It hurt, having been taken so soon after last time...but the familiar pleasure had him suddenly and painfully hard against the sheets. "Wait...don't move. Not ye-" His eyes snapped wide, and his hips drew back instinctively to meet Asami's thrusts. Pain...he was painfully hard, and his only lasting thought was that Asami could relieve him. "Asami! Oh! Asami, sto...AH!" Pleasure spiked sharply, and his body shook. Distantly, he was aware of Asami's hands on his hips, driving him back and against his lover. "I'm...already…"

Swatting his ass to elicit a sharper reaction, Asami shuddered, feeling Akihito tighten around him in response. "Not yet, kitten." Keeping a hand on his hip to keep the boy's hips coming back to meet his, Asami slid his fingers around to circle Akihito's shaft, marveling at how hard he'd become in the seconds it had taken for him to enter the smaller man. Tightening his grip until Aki cried out, desperate and in pain, Asami growled and brought his teeth to graze the nape of his neck. He could bite down, he thought...he could draw blood and lap it away as Akihito came...but resisted. Already, he could feel the boy's mounting sexual energy pooling into him, filtering in through his fingers where they circled the boy's length. Any random stranger, and he'd enjoy draining them...but this was a constant food source, and he wasn't willing to tap it dry. Not yet… Not until he returned the boy's wings.

Half an hour past, and he took his time working his kitten to the edge of madness. "Beg," he growled, and tightened his grip until Akihito cried out. "And I'll fuck you into the mattress as you come." Relieved when Aki couldn't turn and see the red in his eyes, Asami grinned. Close...so close.

"Fuck me…"

"What was that, kitten?"

Anger gave way to need, and Akihito bared his teeth before pushing back against Asami. "Please, fuck me into to mattress… Let me come… Please!"

His grip loosened abruptly, and the tip of his thumb drew with painful slowness over Akihito's tip, gathering the pre that had gathered there. Drawing almost completely out of the tight heat that had wrapped itself around him, Asami paused, eyes wide. There, like an image overlayed onto reality, was the faint outline of downy soft feathers. White...they were white and delicate. Eyes fixed on those strange, not-quite-there wings, Asami slammed himself home and growled, feeling his own release surging forward to pour into Akihito's shuddering form. He knew already that his boy had found release. He'd tightened abruptly, his body going rigid as his hips bucked.

In the seconds it took for his lover to come, those beautiful wings grew solid, taking on depth and reality as they unfolded from his back to envelop most of the room. Though a touch would cause them to begin to fade, Asami lifted a hand to caress one of the almost-real feathers. It...was the closest to salvation he would ever be...and slowly the wings began to fragment, the feathers falling to disappear like glass. None of them had become solid...there were none to collect. Mourning the weight of that reality, he eased Akihito back to the bed, noting that the boy had blacked out once more. He would remain human, with all of his human memories.