A/N: This is the start of a pretty long story, I hope it's good enough for ya'll. It's pretty heavy, so I'm going to put some warnings on.
warnings: noncon/rape, dubcon, corruption of an angel, possible blasphemy and defemation of religion, fighting, humiliation
Ivan hovered over the peaceful city, finding nothing amiss with the scenery. They had told him a devil had been stirring up trouble, and that meant some lucky soul would get to fly down to the human world and correct the problem. Angels didn't have much of a purpose besides keeping the demons in line these days... But that didn't mean Ivan wasn't dedicated to his job.
He swooped down into the city, perching himself in the dark of the street lit grids. Humans were certainly mysterious creatures, they'd surpassed every prophecy made by scribes that predicted their dying out. Now the angels don't even bother checking in on them...which lead to confusion and puzzlement when an angel happened to need to land in a more populated human city.
Ivan twirled around, taking a few steps here and there as he tried to orient himself. He felt like he was being watched. That must mean the demon was close... It had to mean that. Why else would he think he was being watched? No humans could see him.
Alfred ran his tongue over his bottom lip, watching as the angel perched himself on a nearby tree. He'd heard through the grapevine that an angel had been sent down to take care of him- so he'd been on the watch all week for it. And here he was.
And so cute too.
Alfred tilted his head to the side, folding one leg over the other and stretching his arm out over the back of the bench he was currently situated on as he continued to study him. It'd only be a matter of time before Ivan noticed him- after all, he was staring at him unblinkingly for the past five minutes. The angel would know his intentions and his means when they met.
Yet the angel had yet to notice. Swiveling his head around, Ivan looked out for every human he could. The devil was no doubt taking the form of one and gliding in and out of their crowds. It was getting late, but there were still several humans out and about. Several phased right through his seemingly solid body. He was not on the same plane as them, he was on something completely different. Incorporeal to humans but completely tangent to those who knew what to cater to.
It didn't take the angel long to lock on to the devil staring right at him. He was not afraid- fear worried lesser beings than angels. He swooped over, his pristine, pure white wings ruffling behind him and tucking back as he stood before the devil. "Are you the devil who has been causing the blemishes in the human realm?"
"Are you the angel that's been sent here to stop me?" Alfred questioned with a rather sly smile, legs uncrossing, then recrossing once again with the opposite leg on top. He looked fairly laid-back, not at all intimidated by the idea of one of God's warriors standing in front of him. He studied the man through his glasses- trivial things he didn't really need to have to see, he just thought they were cool- then shook his head. "You're bigger than most of them." He commented casually, remembering the last run-in with an angel he had and the own personal knowledge he had that he chose to leave in the dark. "And cuter too~"
Ivan was unphased by the comment and merely nodded. "I've been sent to banish you back to The Gates. You have no place here." Beneath his cool demeanor he was becoming increasingly nervous. He'd never been to the human world, much less banished a demon before. But he would not let this demon intimidate him. He had to be strong, he had to learn valuable lessons about what he should do. This was something he had to learn.
"But I'm having so much fun." Alfred unfolded his legs and leaned forward, giving Ivan a cute pout- well, at least as cute as a demon could muster up. He adjusted his bomber jacket, then stood up, beginning to walk towards Ivan, his head tilting to one side. "Why are you trying to stop my fun, cutie~?" He reached up, a finger pressing under Ivan's chin, pushing it up easily.
Under duress, angels were meant to stay calm and poised. Ivan slapped away the hand in a moment of terror at the devil before him. He was silent for a while, taking a step back nervously. His anxiety was not something he should be showing. But he held his ground. "What devils call fun, righteous beings call suffering."
Alfred saw that glimpse of terror flash before angel's eyes and he already knew that he was stronger. There was no way this angel could stop him. He had his answer. He wasn't good enough. He didn't have the power, not like Alfred did. "Mmm, but have you ever tried it?" Alfred purred, following after the angel, immediately closing the space between them.
Ivan's wings seemed to wilt a little as he took a couple steps back, in time with the devil's steps forward. He fluffed his wings up again, growling at Alfred to try and seem as threatening as he possibly could. As much power as humans thought they had, the angels were a weakened race these days. "Tried what?" he spat, not liking where this conversation was turning. He shouldn't have said anything to the devil.
"Unrighteous things~" Alfred purred, pressing Ivan to the wall of a nearby building. He had the angel trapped at this point, hands on either side of Ivan's head and tongue running over his bottom lip. It was like he was looking at a delicious meal, rather than a warrior. "Killing, stealing, fucking."
Ivan wrapped his wings around himself and spread them out in front of him with something like an umbrella effect, sending Alfred at least a few feet away to give him a chance to fly up into the nearest tree, which thankfully was fairly high. "I would never." He had to try and keep his voice from getting too venomous. Too much hate and too much disgust would cloud the mind, and that was exactly what the demon wanted. He was an angel of the Lord, he would not stray from his path. "And for you to assume I would dare break any vow I've made is grounds enough to smite you."
There was a ripping sound coming from Alfred as his wings began to unfold. It didn't come from his clothing, however- no, he had special slits in them to allow his Wing to slip through, no, the tearing was coming from his body- the wings forcing against the skin on his back and tearing through. They unfolded, dark and veiny and intimidated, snapping out suddenly, then slowly beginning to flap, carrying himself up after ivan. "Why don't you try?" he snickered, perching on the same branch, "Smite me."
There was a moment of infinite tension as the angel tensed and his height and his power seemed to either as his bluff was called. There would be no smiting, Ivan had barely enough power to banish Alfred and get himself home, with help from his brothers and sisters in the plane above. Even the angels themselves had not been in any contact or heard any words from their Father. And he was the only one doing any smiting.
Alfred's head tilted to one side, a series of cracks resulting from it. "I knew you couldn't do it..." He purred, standing up fully and beginning to walk towards Ivan, his eyes half lidded and tongue continuing to swipe over his plump lips. "You angels always think you're stronger than you are." A hand reached out suddenly, snatching Ivan by the wings, gripping tightly.
As soon as he was touched, Ivan acted as if he had been burned by Hell's fires itself and let something of an inhuman shree escape him as he tried to flap away and escape the devil's touch. He was a balanced angel, but he only ended up tripping over himself and having to clutch at the branch lest he fall, clinging with legs, arms, and wings alike. "We are stronger than you!" he shouted right back, his eyes glowing pure fire for a moment as the wind swept up and tried to swipe Alfred out of the tree.
Alfred glared, responding in gripping the wings tighter, his nails elongating and sharpening, digging into the wings tighter. "Cute little angel should watch himself," he hissed, shoving the larger male down to branch and straddling him. The only thing that kept the two balanced with the continuous flapping of Alfred's wings. "Before I rip out his feathers one. By. One." As if to prove a point, his hand moved over, gripping one of the feathers and, with a swipe of his hand, yanking it out.
There was a series of shrieks from the angel as his wings were gripped too hard, and the feather plucked. Those were very much a part of him, it hurt to have them yanked out. His eyes glowed brighter, the wind taking a frozen turn as it felt like ice was pelting them both. The only way to combat the fires of Hell was to use ice, which quite a lot of angels could conjure if needed. "I am not afraid of you!" he spat, still struggling under the devil, but trying not to fall off the branch. His wings were in too much shock, he'd fall before he could fly.
Alfred hissed as he felt the ice hit him, every pellet feeling like a knife stabbing into him. "What are you going to do, angel?" he hissed, eyes glowing and voice dipping down lower. He took Ivan by the face, forcing him to look down to the ground- an overwhelmingly far distance from where they were situated. He was letting the other know that Alfred could let him fall- could and would.
Ivan decided any wounds taken in the battle were worth it and decided to take the plunge himself, wings circling around Alfred as well. He was taking the devil with him.
The fall and the landing left Ivan motionless, trembling from the pain in one of his badly bent wings. The other would be alright, but he wasn't going to be flying physically for a while on them. He would need to tough it out on foot or grit and deal with the pain if he did.
Alfred lay on the ground next to the demon, silent as well. That was until he coughed, a nice amount of blood coming up as well. The wind was knocked out of him and a dry sob left him, struggling to catch his breath.
He was livid.
As soon as he was able to suck in the air, Alfred pushed himself up, advancing on the angel that lay next to him. He gripped him by the wrist, pinning him down, his pupils nothing but pinpricks and his iris red. "You fucking bitch." He snarled, sharp nails digging into his wrist. "I'm...going to...fuck. You. Up."
Ivan coughed, and though there wasn't any blood, there were definitely bruises and scrapes and possibly broken bones. If not broken, then sprained. "I am not afraid of scum like you." Ivan tried to move, but Alfred was too strong for his weakened body. "I don't understand you demons," he breathed, "You have so much power, why wouldn't you use it for the greater good and righteousness?"
"Don't use your self-righteous bullshit on me!" Alfred grabbed Ivan roughly, shoving him onto his stomach and using his nails to rip down his pants. "I'm fucking sick you already, Angel." He reached down, grabbing Ivan by his hair roughly and tugging him back. "You angels always think you're better- that you know what's best for the world. You know nothing." A dry finger was roughly shoved into him.
Ivan screeched in pain and exclaimed in surprise and pain. With renewed energy he started kicking. He had and idea of what Alfred was trying to do and he wouldn't allow it. He wasn't about to let his halo be broken. "Stop this!"
Alfred grunted as he was kicked and sat down on his legs, forcing him still. He didn't say anything to Ivan, just continued to roughly fuck the other with his finger, quickly adding in a second one when the other was loose enough to actually take it. He was doing this for himself more than anything- he would hurt himself going in dry.
Ivan shouted out in pain and kept trying to struggle. A few tears escaped him now as he realized his purity was going to be stolen from him. How could he be expected to return to Heaven after something like this had happened to him? He would be shunned and refuted. He would be tainted. That was, if he was even allowed back in. Odds are he wouldn't.
"How does it feel?" Alfred purred into Ivan's ear, roughly fucking the other with his fingers, a third one easing in, fingers stretching out and curling around, searching for the man's sweet spot... Did angels have prostates? Well, only one way to find out. "To be violated? To be corrupted?" He leaned down, sharp teeth nipping at the angel's shoulder.
Ivan used what he had left of his strength to try and toss Alfred off, before he felt something inside him being touched, stroked, by the devil's fingers. "Stop it!" he shouted, choking out a sob in between and shivering at the feeling. He hated feeling like it wasn't that bad, that it was starting to feel good.
"Ah- you like it, don't you, angel?" Alfred purred, thrusting up roughly against that spot, abusing it with his fingers. He licked at the blood that begun to swell up from the nicks caused by his teeth. Angel blood... Sweet, a bit too sweet for his tastes... "You're no better than a common whore..."
Ivan nearly choked as he heard those filthy words in his ear, sobbing as he tried once more to kick back. "I am not! Stop this! Stop it now!"
"Do you actually want me to stop?" He pushed his fingers fully against the spot, massaging and abusing it. "Because it seems like you want me to keep going..." He used his free hand to push his cheek, examining the abused hole.
"Stop! I said stop!" Ivan shouted, tears rolling down his heels as he scrambled for a grip on the cold earth below him, fingernails dragging through the dirt desperately. He tried again to kick Alfred off, but he was still far too weak and exhausted. "Please...I'm begging you... Anything but this..." If anything be wished to only keep his innocence.
"Hmmm..." Alfred pulled his fingers out, beginning to palm himself through his pants, already painfully hard. He tilted his head to the side, looking down at the powerful angel below him- it gave him a surge of power to see someone so strong diminished. "...Keep begging." He purred, dragging a claw down Ivan's back. "..And I'll let you go..."
Ivan's body shook with fear and pain and the tiny jolts of pleasure that slipped in between. He didn't care if it cost him his dignity to go free, as long as his halo remained intact. "Please," he whispered, voice quivering and childlike, "Please I beg you, anything but this... If anything, just break my body... But please allow my purity to remain intact..."
"Mmm...Keep going." Alfred purred, releasing his cock from his pants with one hand and beginning to stroke himself freely. He could feel another surge of pleasure run through him as he heard the other beg and he responded to that feeling with a low moan. "...Keep going...I'm not fully convinced yet~ I still think you may want it." He spat in his hand and used it as a lubricant, stroking himself easier.
Ivan trembled with a choked sob every now and then. "Please, from the honest depths of my heart, I would gladly let you do anything else, anythingother than this... But please, just let my innocence alone." He would beg for as long as it took as Long as he wasn't raped.
"Mmmm...Perfect..." Alfred moaned, gripping his cock and pressing it to Ivan's virgin hole. He licked his bottom lip and thrust himself into the other, chest flush against the man's back. He immediately moaned, his entire body tensing up. It had been forever since he'd had a virgin, a virgin who had been tainted by nothing at all.
Ivan screeched in pain and horror as his virginity was snatched away, just like that. He sobbed, body racked with pain as the devil shoved all the way inside him. He shook with a cry and choked whimper, sobbing into his arms. He should have known better than to think the devil would even consider keeping his word. The ring of light above his head started to fade, until his halo was nothing more than a mere memory. That was it, his innocence was broken. Heaven was out of the question.
"Never..." Alfred groaned, grinding up into the angel's tight heat, his teeth nipping at the skin and tongue lapping at the sweet blood that came up. "-Trust a demon." His laugh came out breathy and low. His hips pulled back and then thrust back in, burying himself deep inside the other's warmth. Soon he had a rhythm, fingers gripping his hips, fucking the angel into the dirt under them.
The devil's fucking was nothing more than pain for the ruined angel. He had left Heaven with his halo, and he was expected to return without one? Only the shameless and the proud did that. Ivan was more humble than he could ever hope to be proud, and there was nothing- absolutely nothing- happening for him to feel shameless right then. His vow of chastity had been shattered and his virginity ruined. He could never hope to return home. And that was what made him cry the hardest.
"Don't cry, angel." Alfred cooed, stroking away Ivan's tears with his thumb, his biting turning into gentle kisses. He liked this angel- not enough to stop fucking him, of course- but there was something about him that just made Alfred grin. Maybe it was because he was cute- or because he was so strong, yet so easily breakable... It could be any number of things, but the bottom line was that he'd marked him. Right now...this angel- this fallen-angel was his. "I'll take care of you." His words sounded more like a taunt than comfort and his hips began to move again, shifting to try and find the other's prostate.
He wanted to humiliate him some more.
Make him enjoy this.
Ivan gasped as he felt that one spot hit and struck by Alfred's shaft, whimpering as the pleasure shot down his spine. He sobbed and shook his head, only crying harder. "Finish and leave me," he whispered, not wanting this to last any longer than it had to. He was a broken angel, and if that was what he had to be now, then he'd rather be one in his own silence and solitude.
"Mmm...No." Alfred hummed, thrusting into that spot again. He was going to make the other enjoy this- he was going to make the angel cumfrom his cock. He'd never corrupted an angel before and, damn it, he was going to make sure this fucking angel was begging for him by the time he was done. He rutted up against the other's sweet-spot, making sure he'd have the angel screaming by the time he was done.
The angel's fingernails dug harder into the dirt below him, whimpering and trying to keep his mind on something horrible- anything to keep from becoming aroused. But his dormant cock was already flooding with blood, soon twitching with erotic thought and demand. He choked on some more tears, hating himself for his body's enjoyment of such a carnal sin. He started to whisper a prayer under his breath.
"Keep saying that, Angel." Alfred purred, beginning to thrust harder into the other, violently slamming himself against the other's sweet-spot, feeling him constrict around his cock every time it was hit. "Keep saying it all you want, Angel... But it's not going to help. You're tainted." He leaned down, nibbling on his soft ear, rolling his hips up against the other's, the sound of skin slapping against skin reaching his ears.
Ivan bit his cheek and tried not to say anything, hoping that if he were silent, without words and without noise, this would all just be over quickly. He whimpered as his large shaft brushed against some of the tattered material of what had used to be his robe on the ground, maybe him shiver and moan, unconsciously dipping his hips a little to get more friction as the demon fucked him, making the head of his leaking cock brush the cool fabric over and over in a rhythmic motion.
"Are you close, Angel?" Alfred purred, tongue running up the shell of Ivan's ear, he was no longer fucking the other, just grinding into him, abusing the spot, not letting up until he made the other moan. He was stubborn- and he always got what he wanted. Always."Because I'm not going to stop until you come screaming for more..."
Ivan wanted badly for filthy words to come out of his own mouth; he wanted to tell Alfred to fuck off and to eat shit. But under all the horrible, ruining actions that had been going on in just the last few minutes (how long had it been? Hours? He couldn't tell anymore. The sun had slipped past the clouds a long time ago.), it was better to hold onto the tiny victories and keep his pure lips.
The angel shook his head and bit his wrist to keep from making any noise. He would not give this demon that satisfaction. He would rather be dead. In fact...he would rather be dead than go through any of this at all. "Why couldn't you have just killed me?" he spat out bitterly behind his hand.
"Well that wouldn't have been as fun..." Alfred purred, beginning to thrust once again, hitting the other's prostate each time he thrust, his nails elongating by the second, sharpening and digging into the perfect, marble-looking skin under him. The angel was just perfect- he looked perfect- he sounded perfect- he felt perfect. And he was loving every second of him tainting it. "A dead body doesn't feel nearly as good as this." He ran his tongue along the other's shoulder, feeling the nicks and cuts. "So tight and warm..."
Ivan just resumed his prayer, no matter the awful things the devil said. Better he at least attempt to cleanse himself than do nothing and just wait for it do be done. He whispered out each psalm and each prayer with a moan beside it, breathing out little gasps every time Alfred thrust inside him. The pleasure was mixing with the dirty, filthy and painful feeling in his chest. He felt cold and numb, and that pleasure was trying to encroach with promises of warmth and pleasantries. He did his best to ignore it. He just had to. If only for until Alfred could finish.
A hand moved up, running over Ivan's broad chest, fingers finding a nipple and, with a surprising gentleness, began to pinch and squeeze and play with it. "I'm not going to stop until you've cum..." Alfred groaned against Ivan's back, kissing along it as he continued to thrust fluidly into the other, his snapping up sharply, burying themselves inside of him, before pulling out, following a rhythm.
Ivan's breath caught in his throat, whimpering at the feeling that was soon overwhelming him. He kept repeating his prayer, over and over, hoping it would keep him from the sin that was overwhelming and taking him over. His voice rose with how much pleasure coursed through his body, until the prayers he was saying were now intertwined with moans and quivering gasps. "Dear lord in heaven, amen." As soon as the last word left him he cried out in delicious, sinful pleasure, body seizing and cum spurting from his cock as he reached the first orgasm of his life.
"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuck..." Alfred immediately began to curse, the angel tightening up so much that it caused him physical pain. His fingernails dug into his hips so harshly that it drew blood and Alfred's thrusts lost their rhythm, now just turning into an animalistic fucking. Within seconds he had reached his orgasm, coming inside of the fallen angel with a low moan. "Ahh...Fuck...That was great..."
Ivan went entirely limp and buried his face in his arms. crying weakly. He couldn't believe what had just happened... As the high of his very first climax wore off, he came to the realization in horror that he was now impure, tainted, and entirely unable to regain his previous purity. He would have to go through the rest of his life, however long it happened to be, filthy and impure.
Alfred slowly pulled himself out of the tight hole, seeing the string of cum that connected him to Ivan's abused hole. His lips drew into a smirk as he looked over the attractive sight, before tucking away his softening cock and standing up, the knees of his pants worn through from his scrambling on the ground.
"Mmm. That was real fun, angel~" Alfred dusted himself off and walked around Ivan, looking down to the crying angel with half-lidded eyes. "Maybe I'll visit you again..." He gave the other a wink and walked off happily, a bounce in his step and a whistle leaving him.
Ivan curled up, his broken wings furling around himself. Several feathers lay about from where the devil had torn at them. All he could do now was wait and hope his wings healed by morning. If anything, he would try to get back to Heaven. But he knew very well he wouldn't be let back in. But he would damn well try.
A/N: To anyone who made it this far, thank you, and it would mean the world if you reviewed!