A is for Angels.
(They're not as pure as they want you to believe they are.)
Pairing: Michael x Kevin
Summary: He is evil. I know he is evil. His heart is dark and his mind is wicked. But that alone is somehow not enough to drive me away.
Crack!
"Disgusting. You are unfit to roam the Heavens." Michael's bare foot dug into Kevin's back, burying itself painfully underneath his shoulder blade. His insanely strong toes threatened to pull the bone from it's place on Kevin's back.
"Forgive me..." Kevin's soft voice floated to the Chief of Angel's ears, a pitiful, pleading tone. He was sent to annihilate the Elector, but...he saw no one lying in that bed but his Bocchan. He couldn't do it. He couldn't kill that boy he had raised his entire life.
"Forgive you? Oh it's not that simple, Uriel. You see, even if you are the angel of Repentance and Cruelty, it does not exempt you from being severely punished. Now...how should I go about it?" He squatted down on poor Kevin's back, balancing on the balls of his feet. "Should I rip off this final wing and send you down to Hell with those other disgusting Fallen Angels and Demons? Or...perhaps...you'd prefer another form of punishment...?"
Kevin dared not struggle under the pain in his upper back. If he was to be punished, then so be it. He hadn't expected anything less from the archangel anyhow. He tilted his head to look back at him, a sad expression.
"Please...do anything you want...just... don't rip off my wing..." No...he didn't want to be cast down to Hell. He had no desire to be around the beasts that tainted his Bocchan's life with their barbarous politics. What horrific creatures Demons were...
Much to Kevin's silent gratitude, Michael stepped elegantly off his back onto the cool, marble floor, walking around to his face. He knelt down in front of him, holding his face in his hands.
"My, Uriel...aren't you just the cutest little thing...I could eat. You. Up." The white-haired Angel laughed, leaning in uncomfortably close. "How about it, Father? How about I take that cute innocence from you? Make you impure like the dirty little swine you are? Yes...I'm sure scum like you would love that..."
He brought his lips to Kevin's, so soft, so pure... Kevin was quick to melt into the seduction of the cruel archangel, their lips moving in perfect harmony. Like music... Michael wasn't hesitant to dominate, and forced his tongue inside of his underling's moist cavern, exploring and rubbing against every inch of the inside of his mouth, his teeth, his tongue. It was like he was trying to cleanse his insides with that holy tongue of his... No...more like he was trying to desecrate Kevin. Demean him.
But - God - he couldn't help the small moan that slipped from the back of his throat.
Content with the impure sound that he had elicited from Kevin, he pulled back, a wicked grin on his face. His hand carelessly stroked the lightly flushed face before allowing it to slam down hard on the floor as he stood.
"You're disgusting. Impure. How dare you feel so strongly for another man?" He shoved his foot hard in Kevin's face, sending his head snapping up and crashing back down. The dark-haired looked up at him, a trickle of blood sliding down from his left nostril.
"But-"
"Are you questioning me, Uriel? Or shall I remove the only thing linking you to this grand Heaven?" Kevin looked away, pink-faced.
"No..."
He'd have to be content with these one-sided feelings. He'd have to be content with being a tainted Angel. But if it means to be allowed the punishment of another man's lips - namely Michale's - on his, then it's worth it. Does that make him dirty?
Yes. Perhaps it does.
And thus concludes letter A~! Yes, it is incredibly short, but I do plan on doing 25 more of these little drabbles. Reviews are always appreciated, m'dears~!
