Sex with the Devil was a hot, rough and violent affair. The angel didn't know what kept drawing him back to the bedroom of his sworn enemy, didn't know when his captivity in the bowels of Hell turned into a pleasant experience.
He thought back to the first night of his captivity, at how angry he'd been and afraid at what would happen to him. His wrists had ached from the shackles binding him and his body ached from the days he was forced into that pained, crouched position. A demon, whose name he didn't remember, had captured him, locked him away in a hot, musky room that made sweat roll down his nose.
The Devil had been surprisingly hospitable. Arthur remembered, days after his capture, when he first met him. He'd sauntered in, a smirk across his face and had crouched before him, asked him if he was thirsty. He had been too stubborn to respond, and had licked his dry, chapped lips and refused to look him in the eye. He had been surprised when a glass of cool water was pressed to his lips, regardless of his failure to respond.
He'd come to look forward to the blue haired devil's visits. He was kind, much kinder than the others that would poke in to have their fun with him. He couldn't remember all their faces, but their laughter was as clear as ever in his mind. The demons enjoyed picking at him, while he was defenseless and chained.
But not his blue haired hero. He was gentle, kind. He never struck him, never plucked his feathers. He never covered him in grime or violated him like the others. He always came with the promise of water and a damp cloth to clean him up. Always tended to his wounds. He talked to him, even though for the longest time, Arthur refused to answer.
Al was his name. Arthur had thought it was an odd name for a devil, but hadn't said anything. He never pushed him. When Arthur finally spoke, it was of his own accord. He remembered how pleased Al had been when he'd asked him for more water.
That first request from Arthur changed something between the two, and Arthur found himself slowly opening up to Al, found himself beginning to trust him. After he'd told Al his own name, he found that he was given more privileges. When Al visited, he was freed from his shackles for the first time in months. It felt good to be able to move and find a comfortable position. He didn't realize how numb his body had become until he was able to move.
Al had been kind to him, had helped him stand and walk for the first time. He had supported Arthur's wobbly, weak body and helped him preen his feathers. It had felt like the best day of his life. For the first time he'd felt lonely when Al left him that day, had wept softly as he was gently chained back in his original position. Al had promised him that it wouldn't be this way for much longer, and that was the only hope he had.
Visits from other demons slowly became less and less as Al spent more time with him and it wasn't long that he learned why. Al had asked him if he could tell him something important, and the angel had nodded that yes, of course he could. He remembered that Al had taken his hand and had seemed almost afraid when he had told him that he was the one in charge down here, he was the Devil, and he had ordered his capture.
Arthur's heart had sank, but there was something inside him that told him this was to be forgiven. Al had done so much for him since he'd been here. He'd taken care of him, cleaned him up, tended his wounds… He had told him the truth…
That all seemed so long ago… Now, he was free to walk the halls of the palace, he was treated with respect, he had power over lesser demons and often found himself seated at Al's side as he ruled over his kingdom. He owed Al his life, and so he served him as his lover, his friend, his mate. He gave in to his desires, let himself become corrupted by sin.
He found himself turning more and more away from his former life, embracing the darkness that Al had enveloped him in. And he was happy. He was content. He was in love with his captor, his master, his mate.
He gave himself to Al, fully and truly, every night when the two of them retreated to their chambers. Even though Al often times lost control of himself and left Arthur sore and bloody and bruised the next day. He never denied him his body.
Al's touches were addicting. Before he even knew what was happening, his body began to lust him. He wanted those nails raking down his skin and those fangs nipping at his neck. Al knew exactly how to touch him to drive him mad.
He was on his way to their shared chambers when he felt strong arms slip around his waist from behind, and sharp teeth nipping at his ear. He couldn't help but lean back against him, his wings trapped between their bodies. It was unusual of Al to want him in the middle of the day, but he wasn't going to complain.
His body shivered as Al's hands wandered, his hands traveling up and under his toga, his smooth fingers dancing up his thighs to his belly. Al's husky voice breathed a whisper against his ear. "Will you do anything for me?" Of course he would. He'd give Al the world if he could.
Al's fingers twisted in his pubic hair, and he tugged a tuft of it softly as Arthur murmured his answer. "Yes… Anything." He was rewarded with those slender fingers wrapping around his slowly hardening prick. His eyes fell closed as he focused on Al's slowly moving hand. The Devil was being unusually gentle today.
Arthur's body was tugged closer, and he didn't hesitate to follow Al's guidance. He could feel Al's erection pressed against him, and he moaned at the thought of it entering him. Lust had become second nature to Arthur by now. "Please…"
He whimpered as Al released his hold on him, spun him around and lifted him up as Arthur's legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Al smirked at him, and Arthur couldn't resist bringing their lips together. Their kiss was soft at first, gentle. It took only a soft nip to Al's lip to turn it all around.
Yes… this is what he wanted. Al's rough kisses and his arms holding him too tightly. He was vaguely aware that Al was walking, and didn't care to know where they were going until he was thrown unceremoniously on the bed. Al was upon him in an instant, his claws ripping at the thin layer of cloth covering him.
Al's hands roughly spread the angels legs and he seated himself between them. Loud moans, both from pain and pleasure rang from the angel as he felt the Devil's bites and scratches to his milky white skin. He was excited, this was going to be good. He could tell by the rapid movements of the Devil above him, by how he didn't take the time to remove his pants, and just opened them up to reveal his throbbing cock.
Slicked fingers were shoved inside the angel, and his body jumped at the sensation. Tears pricked at the corner of his eyes as he was forcibly stretched, but he moaned again, and wrapped his arms around Al's neck, slowly rocking his hips against the intrusive fingers inside him.
He could feel the lust radiating off the devil, heating the room and filling it with a musky scent that always came from their sex. Just as the pain was beginning to dull, and pleasure began to take over those fingers were abruptly removed, and he was roughly flipped over. Al pulled his hips up, forcing him onto his hands and knees as he lined up behind him.
A scream ripped through the room as Al plunged in, and Arthur clung to the sheets tightly as he fought through the pain. Al was still only for a moment, letting Arthur adjust before his lust took over. His clawed hands gripped the angel's hips tightly, his claws digging into his soft skin as he moved inside him. Arthur's groans of pain slowly became moans of pleasure as his sweet spot was struck roughly again and again.
The angel began to rock his hips, seeking more of his lover, trying to bring himself over the edge, riding the edge of pleasure and pain. He reached down, took his cock in his hands and chocked out a deep moan at the feeling of being pleasured inside and out, the sweet sting of Al's claws in his skin only adding to his pleasure.
He could feel a drop of blood run down the outside of his leg, Al's claws gripping him so tight they were drawing blood, and the scent of it drove the Devil into a frenzy. His thrusts became erratic, rough, and his strong arms gripped Arthur's waist, pulling him up into his lap so he could bury himself deep and bite down on his tender neck. It sent Arthur over the edge, and he screamed, his seed spilling from him as Al filled him from behind.
When the lust faded, and Arthur came back down from his high, he was wrapped tightly in Al's arms. He felt soft, tender kisses being pressed to the back of his neck and a sigh before Al spoke to him. "I need you to do something for me." Another kiss, his arms tightening around the angel. "I need you to kill an angel for me."
Arthur was silent for a few moments, before answering. "Yes, love…" He didn't see the sinister grin spread on the Devil's face, nor could he hear his thoughts, celebrating the victory of his newest soldier, his secret weapon. Everything had gone just as planned.