Author's note: Revised
"You're beautiful," he murmured, holding out his arm. Amethyst eyes lit up as he spoke, and he felt his heart swell with joy.
The creature before him was quite stunning. Beautiful didn't even begin to cover or describe the angel's -- his angel's -- delicate features. Dark hair that was silky-soft to the touch, delectable pale lips . . . those delicate wings; everything about the younger man was made for touching and Tohma intended to take full advantage of his new-found partner. The power of his voice ensured submission and obedience from the angelic creature. Shuichi's dancing to his commands had proven that.
Tentatively, the angel -- his angel -- took his hand, and Tohma drew him close. His arms went around the trim waist, one hand sliding down to grasp firm buttocks, and he drank in the younger man's scent. He could hardly wait to get Shuichi back to his palace. Tohma wanted to find out more about this exquisite creature before him, to feel Shuichi in ways that no one else could ever claim.
It wasn't often the devil could capture an angel, after all.