The cherubs wasted no time in clapping their palms to their eyes and even exaggerated by using their wings to wrap themselves.
Lucifer watched over his shoulder and scoffed. Slowly, he blinked as he turned towards Castiel. The angel, still gulping and waiting on his commands, stared with the most fearful look. "Where were we?"
Roughly, he took hold of Castiel's coat and rung the fabric, twisting the ink in its folds as he pulled Castiel to his feet. He dragged the angel, who was gasping for air now that he wasn't being crushed by grace.
Lucifer dragged him in a circle, a torturous spin, over and over. "Castiel! Oh, brother! Look at you! Once like all the angels in your garrison! But! Here you are, tangled in me; dancing with me." Lucifer threw his head back and laughed maniacally to the sky. "IF ONLY FATHER COULD SEE YOU NOW! HIS LITTLE ANGEL: STRONG AND PAVING THE WAY TO JOIN THE GLORIOUS!"
The spinning grew more intense, and Lucifer's laughter was booming in his mind, making him sick.
"THE ROOM IS CHANGING!" He screamed onto Castiel's face. And as he deemed it, it was.
The floor shook, the walls trembled. Castiel frantically groped for security in the folds of Lucifer's sleeves. His wings flapped furiously, instinctively trying to evade danger.
"SAY IT!" He could hear Lucifer chanting in-between the wind whirling in his ears.
And when he felt that he couldn't handle the feel of his neck almost snapping, he gave in.
"BREAK MY SKIN AND DRAIN ME!" Castiel ripped the words from his throat and suddenly…everything went silent.
Lucifer halted and stood, holding Castiel above him. The angel's wings began to settle, only fluttering from the last quakes of excitement. His chest heaved as he reviewed the area: checkered, black and white tiles, dim lights and candles lining the gritty, cold stone walls. They stood in front of a black podium. Pews filled the area behind them, and a confessional was at the end, hugging a wall with drapes of red-velvet held open with thick rope to display the doors. The cherubs stood silently by an opening near the confessional. The hall behind them was faintly lit with by lights in the ceiling.
The cherubs nearly tumbled over each other, trying to watch with their bodies packed tightly in the doorway, wings slapping each other's faces.
Castiel finally turned his head to look at Lucifer. The face that greeted him was endearing. But panic washed over him as he felt Lucifer start to move and suddenly horror again: Lucifer's expression was menacing.
He started to run with Castiel in his hands. The angel cried out as he was carried down the path made by the pews; the pews blurring as they raced to the confessional. He was slammed onto the doors and pinned—not by hands coiled in his coat—but by a slam of Lucifer's hands to his wings. He shrieked in pain, and the cherubs gasped, covering their eyes. Castiel threw his head back against the doors and groaned.
Lucifer marveled at the sight of Castiel's wings, spread completely open before him, and the angel's neck exposed so that shadows filled all the tempting gaps he could explore. He inhaled the scent of Castiel's neck, digging his face into it. He pulled on the skin with his lips, sucking as he released. Castiel whimpered.
"Speak through fingers." Lucifer breathed over the wet skin, and his hands traveled through the feathers. Softness pulled against the gaps between, making Castiel moan.
"You like that?" Lucifer purred into the angel's neck, and he massaged the plumes in-between his fingers. But pleasure was soon replaced by pain as Lucifer wrenched a pile and threw it to the floor.
The angel roared, and tried to push Lucifer with his hands, raking at his chest.
Aggressively, Lucifer dug his hands back into the feathers, the ink running on them; running down his arms as he pushed his way to the furthest corners he could reach. Castiel's hand dug into Lucifer's face as he helplessly tried to stop his sadist. Feathers fell to the grown; into the air as Castiel's wings thrashed to free themselves. Lucifer's laughs echoed in the hall, the candles violently danced on the walls as Castiel's wings flapped and flapped. Violently, Lucifer clenched a pile of feathers in his hands and forcefully pinned the wings to the doors again, shaking the confessional as he tried to hold them in place, because they continued to squirm in his grasp.
Castiel wrapped his legs around him, and hung his head over Lucifer's shoulder. "Please," he gasped, "it hurts, so much."
"The awful edges where you end, and I begin—"Lucifer shouted as he threw Castiel back against the doors, crushing his lungs with his chest and the power of his grace.
He closed his eyes and dug his cheek into Castiel's, rubbing against it like he could merge them together. He pressed a trembling palm to the angel's chest, scraping upwards and staining the white with black. Desperately, he let out the words with quivering lips, "Inside your mouth I cannot see!" He breathed again and desperately gripped Castiel's neck, wringing it as he whined, "There's catastrophe in everything I'm touching!" The ink spilled down his neck and into his shirt.
Castiel gasped and dug his nails into the hands at his throat. He shut his eyes tightly, imagining the worst.
But the grip loosened. Castiel blinked at Lucifer who was chuckling. He could feel the smile against his cheek.
Lucifer gazed into Castiel's bold eyes; they gleamed from the tears.
He placed a kiss on the angel's forehead. Slowly, he traveled down the bridge of his nose and placed a peck on the stained lips. The angel whimpered, but Lucifer hushed him softly with a finger.
A hand lightly traveled down his torso, the fingertips digging as they traveled and stained further. Once inside the thigh, Lucifer stroked, scraping with his fingernails as he reached Castiel's crotch and purposely made his grace heat the area. He rubbed, kissing Castiel tenderly, and he whispered into his mouth, "As I sweat and crush you…"
"Oh…" Castiel moaned.
A hand went into his pants, and he felt gentle strokes as Lucifer sang. "And I hold your beating chambers until they beat no more…You die like angels sing."
The cherubs chanted along as Castiel felt his body heating rapidly from their graces exceeding the room; he was nearing a climax he had absolutely no control over.
Oh, the horror of our love. Never so much blood pulled through my veins.
Over and over, they all chanted and Castiel's breathing was hitching, he whined, desperately moving his hips for the friction.
Lucifer tore at his neck and quickened the pace. When Castiel could no longer contain himself, he squeezed, and the angel was torn free.
"OHH…" He moaned loudly, digging his head into the velvet drapes as he released into his brother's palm.
His beating heart pounded against their chests and filled his ears; his wings dripped at all the feather's tips; his lips quivered and he was damp with a chilling sweat.
Lucifer rested his ear on the heaving chest. He could hear the heartbeat thumping loudly inside.
"We'll dance in dark suspension soon, brother…" and with those final words, he was gone.
Castiel fell to the floor, his wings collapsed beside him. He only heard the cherubs giggling before everything went black.
