The kiss was like heaven.

It was like flying.

And falling.

And sweetest of sins.

At some point Holland had shifted his hold from Matthews wrists to cupping his face and Matthews hands in turn sunk into Holland's spiking hair. Feeling the angels fingers tighten Holland was sure he was about to be thrown off for the kiss by his spiked tresses, but instead Matthew pulled him closer and moaned softly.

Their tongues twined around each other in an endless dance trying to consume one another. Holland didn't know how long the kisses lasted. They would pull away for air only to take two or three gasping breaths and attack each other again.

Time stood still for them.

Matthew's hands started to trail down Holland's back and he dug his nails in mindlessly when Holland started placing kisses along the side of the angels face before leading down towards his neck. Matthews head fell back when Holland nuzzled their checks together making the demon groan with want as he placed an open mouth kiss along Matthews exposed throat. It wasn't the animalistic submission that the position implied that made Holland's sac tighten. It was the smell.

Holland had made two mistakes in the bathroom. First was letting Matthew use the same soaps that he did.

Now his scent was all over the creature of light it made him want to mark him. To lay a more basic scent all over the angels skin so no one could mistake the being as anything but his.

The second, was tasting his blood.

Holland didn't live off blood as some of his brethren did. But he did have a taste for it from time to time and the angel's was the best he had ever had. It was sweeter then molasses and cleaner then fresh fallen snow.

All Holland could think about was sinking his teeth into Matthews exposed neck and shoulder and mark him as his. He couldn't though, Matthew would never forgive him for giving him a demon scar, so instead he placed three more open mouthed kisses and two sweet pecks before coming up and connecting their mouths again just as something snapped off to their left.

Holland's head shot up like a hunting dogs when it catches a scent, as anger filled his eyes. "God damn it." He cursed.

What was he thinking? Kissing Matthew at all was bad but kissing Matthew outside was the worst thing he could have done. Fuck, he might has well have just called Mathias up and told him he had a pretty little angel in his home that he was sexually attracted to. It would have been more painless then the questioning that was going to come as soon as that little minion that had spotted them got back to its master.

"Fuck." Holland cursed again aloud.

What a fucking picture they made too with Matthews wings all out and in his newly acquired 'demon mark' clothes and perfectly blond hair and then Holland pinning him down. His own black undershirt and jeans harsh against Matthews silk clothes. The only thing missing was Matthew completely 'angeled out' as the demons called it, to match Holland's own exposed demon form.

Holland whipped his tail once more in annoyance as he scanned the tree line for any sight that the minion may still be around before turning his attention back to Matthew.

The angel looked like he was going into shock. His eyes were huge. Pupils dilated, nearly swallowing all of the brilliant purple. His face was sheet white and his lips that had just been a beautiful swollen red from kissing were colorless. His breath was coming in short panicked gasps and his whole body was trembling.

"Shit." Holland cursed under his breath. "Matthew…are you alright?"

"I'm going to be sick." Matthew said his hand shoving weakly at Holland's chest to get him to move. The larger male lifted himself up and Matthew rolled himself onto his hands and knees before dry heaving once before crawling towards the bushes and retching.

Holland sighed sitting down in the grass and watched as Matthew coughed up more of what was in his stomach before all that was left was acid and Matthew was left dry heaving again.

"Calm down." Holland said standing and shooting a look towards the trees again. "We need to get inside." When Matthew didn't make a move to rise Holland growled in the back of his throat and approached. "You want me to fucking make you get your ass in the house or-" He froze when he saw Matthews shoulders shake in a way that had nothing to do with vomiting or his previous shock. "Shit." He cursed again before squatting down beside him forcing his demon appearance back down so he was completely human looking. "Angel…are you crying."

Matthew shook his hung head lifting a hand to rub a heel against his eyes. "Fuck off." He choked out.

Holland grabbed him under his arm and heaved them both to their feet. "Fine. You wanna keep being like that, that's fine but I have shit to do today and now I will have a party to host tomorrow and I am not going too be held up because you're having a god damn break down from a kiss." Matthew jerked trying to free himself, shoving at Holland.

"You are trying to drag me to hell with you, you damn demon! You monster! You behemoth! You vile worthless-"

Holland stopped walking and jerked Matthews arm making him strain on his toes to stay on the ground. "IF you believe I am all these things you so stupidly are calling me, do you not think that I will act in the manner of a beast? And if that is the case, and you expect me to beat you and abuse you anyway then why tempt me angel? Why irritate me and annoy me to the point that when I beat you, you will beg me for death?..."

Matthew didn't answer but met his gaze daringly, rage in his eyes. Holland pulled Matthew closer so that their faces were inches apart. "Do you want me to kill you angel?" He asked frowning searching the man's eyes.

"I would rather die pure then after you cover me in sin." Matthew snarled and Holland's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"No one makes you sin Angel. You know that. You kissed me and you loved it." He said tracing his free hand along Matthews face and to his surprise the man didn't flinch. "That sin is yours and yours alone." He whispered tracing a finger along Matthews barely parted lips, his eyes tracing the path his fingers took before he got the shock of his life. Matthews rage filled eyes softened and his lips opened wider, his tongue snaking out to lick at the finger and draw it into his mouth allowing him to suck at it suggestively. Holland's whole body rocked with want as his grip on Matthews arm went slack.

Matthew's beautiful purple eyes looked up at Holland through his lashes. His tongue flicked the tip of Hollands finger before sucking it in all the way to the base before suddenly it wasn't pleasure rocking his world but pain as the angels blunt teeth snapped down on his unprepared finger.

Holland jerked back as his other hand tightened on Matthews arm so he could check his hand over. The angels blunt teeth hadn't done much damage outside of leaving a ugly bruise, but the laughter that followed made Holland want to scream.

Before he could think better of it he let his hand fly hitting Matthew across the face with a solid back hand making him crash to the ground. Matthew's laughter continued, though it gained a slightly hysterical edge as he lay on his back and blood slipped down his chin from his split lip . "You should have seen your face." He howled eyes squeezed tight as tears poured out. "You actually thought. I would want you. Filth like you. Your nothing."

Holland growled and grabbed Matthew by the front of his shirt and jerked him up of the ground. "You want filth angel?" He asked licking the blood from his chin to his lip before locking them in a harsh kiss. "I will show you filth angel…" He hissed furious. "I will make you nothing."

Holland drug Matthew into the house as he screamed and clawed. "SEBASTIAN!" Holland roared. "A sealing circle."

"S-sir." Sebastian asked running into the room looking concerned.

"Give me a damn sealing circle. NOW!" Holland rawred his horns spiraling out, his eyes darkening, and his tail whipping around wildly.

The black half goat demon dropped to the floor and slammed his hands onto the ground yelling words in a language Matthew didn't understand as Holland threw him onto his stomach in the center of the circle. Matthew went to get up only to get slammed back down by a knee between his shoulder blades hands grabbing ahold of his wildly flapping wings pinning them too to the ground. "The Lord Giveth." Holland whispered in Matthews ear as power whorled around them loudly and he gripped the wings painfully tight. "And I…" Pressure built between Matthews shoulder blades, his skin suddenly feeling tight across his back and down his wings. He screamed kicking and pounding his fist against the floor realization hitting him as he doubled his efforts to get away. "Taketh away." The power around them crashed down on him making his eyes go wide as pain ran though him like nothing he had ever felt before.

Then, just as suddenly as it started the noise was gone. The room was absolutely still, Holland removed his knee from Matthews back and placed a kiss over the seal, hidden under his shirt, that now lay in there in its place. "Tell me Matthew…who is nothing now?" He asked before standing and walking away.

"Take it to my room Sebastian." He said as he passed the wide eyed butler.

"Yes sir…do you want me to secure him there?" He asked softly.

Holland paused a moment before chuckling. "No that won't be necessary, He wouldn't get very far even if he did try and leave. Just lock the door, it's not like he can just fly out the second story window any more isn't that right angel?"

With that final nudge Matthew lost it. He curled his knees up to his chest and screamed. His wails of dismay filled the whole house making Holland's underlings of all shapes and sizes peek around corners to see what was happening.

Holland looked back at Matthew his eyes hardened to keep out emotion before leaving the room. Once his master had left the room Sebastian licked his lips nervously and approached the bawling man eyeing the now vacant slits in the back of his shirt. "Master angel…I must take you to my Lords rooms as he has instructed." He said gently placing a hand on Matthews shoulder before Matthews own hand shot up and around the man's throat. "He stole my wings! GIVE THEM BACK!"

"My Lord stole nothing young angel. He merely sealed your wings away inside of you." Sebastian chocked out prying at Matthews ever tightening fingers. "So that you could no long flee from him."

"Release him." A knife slid against Matthew's throat making him grit his teeth in anger before letting the goat demon go. "Please just retire for the night angel. You have riled up the whole house already. It will take hours before they settle down enough to get back to work." The knife was pulled away allowing Matthew to glare back at the one who had placed it there.

A girl looked back at him with gentle brown eyes. She was a tiny thing in her sea blue dress. He could crush her without even opening any angel power reserves. Her hair was a dark, dark brown and her skin was mocha but there was something strange about her flesh. The place her arm had rested against his shoulder when she'd been holding the knife was golden, slowly fading to an orangeish then back to mocha.

He had heard of demons that changed color depending on temperature but he had never met one. He crushed the urge to reach out and touch her as she set the knife on a side table.

"Whats your name?" Matthew asked.

"Seychelles…" She said shyly with a smile. "I know you don't want to be here with us angel, but we will do our best to help you in any way we can while you are. Please don't make it too hard on us…Our lord…Master Holland is not a bad man. I think you will grow to like him."

"I think" Matthew said coldly "that if you leave knives around like that I will bury one in your Demon masters throat."

Seychelles gasped in surprise shaking her head with a hand over her mouth like Matthew had just threatened to kill her puppy before turning and running from the room.

After the ordeal with the temperature demon Sebastian led Matthew to Holland's rooms and locked him in as instructed. The goat demon told Matthew to make himself comfortable. He showed him where the connecting bathroom was and told him he would be around every few hours to check on him to see if he needed anything.

If asked Matthew couldn't tell you how he held it together until the little demon left but once he did and he was left standing in Holland's room alone he broke down again. He fell onto the bed and cried.

He felt naked without wings. Like he had been stripped bare from the one thing that symbolized his power and left with nothing. The lack of extra weight on his back made him feel tiny, useless and defenseless.

Matthew cried so hard his whole body shook with it. He cried so loud he was sure they could hear him down the hall, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered. He was trapped here in the clutches of a Demon until he was either killed or released from his oath.

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"Do you think I was wrong Sebastian…" Holland asked sitting in his study staring out the window. There was a smoke dangling from his fingertips. He had hoped the weed would mellow him out, but he was having no such luck.

The goat demon sighed as he placed Holland's dinner on his desk. "Sir may I be frank."

"Yes."

"A bird cannot live without its wings Holland and neither can an angel. You will damage his psyche."

"A single feather of his could kill many of the people I give refuge here Sebastian and he is not a willing prisoner. I would rather damage him than risk any of you getting harmed." Holland said dismissing Sebastian's worries. Silence fell again. "Mathias called…apparently Ice just happened to be taking a stroll through my lands and saw something rather interesting. "

Sebastian shook his head. "No disrespect my lord, but what were you thinking? I mean I suspected you may like the boy but kissing him outside when you know Mathias allows his minions to roam your lands was a bad judgment call."

"I was going to have to tell him about Matthew soon or later anyway." Holland replied with a groan crushing his smoke and rubbing at his forehead. "This just moved my planed conference a little sooner is all."

"When is this conference going to be then?" Sebastian asked pushing Holland's food towards him to encourage him to eat.

"Two weeks. He had wanted it tomorrow, but I told him that I just couldn't be ready in time…Him and his brood give me a headache." Holland replied picking at the plate before him.

Sebastian was quiet a moment before speaking again. "If I may suggest sir…you should mark your angel before they arrive."

Holland nearly choked on his food. "W-what!"

"I am assuming sir that for your conference you will be inviting more than just lord Mathias and his four favorites am I right? You planed on having the whole local area, as to not offend anyone and with that many demons around an angel, someone is bound to try and claim him. So that even when his time served with you is up he will belong to them. I am simply suggesting sir that you get rid of the very problem by marking him as yours, keeping them from trying to steal him out from under you."

Holland felt his teeth sharpen at the very thought of marking Matthew and he knew his eyes must have filled with lust though he fought it back. Sebastian smiled at him. "Sir…I have not seen you so lively in a while. Perhaps it is good that young Matthew is here."

Holland snorted shaking his head. "I think the angel would disagree."

"Ah before I forget sir. I made something for you." Sebastian pulled something out of his pocket and set it on the desk with a smile as he changed subjects. "So that even if you don't mark Matthew people will think he is yours anyway."

Holland picked up the gift looking baffled. One of Matthew's feathers was attached to a single row of silver chain from Matthew's chainmail armor on a hook. "It's wonderful Sebastian where did you get it all?"

"In the bathroom when I was cleaning up." He replied with a smile. "I thought you would like it."

Holland smiled and nodded. "Thank you."

"It's getting late. If there is nothing else you need I am going to check on your angel and head to bed sir."

"No thank you Sebastian I am fine. You have done enough for the day. I'm sorry about the mess the angel made of the house today. I will keep a better eye on him from now on."

"It wasn't a problem sir, keeps me on my toes to have so much excitement going on." Sebastian said with a chuckle before exiting the room shutting the door behind him.

No sooner was the door closed that red eyes blinked at him from the shadows and Holland sighed. "Can I help you Gilbert?"

The shadows grew larger until a man walked out of them. Silver hair almost as striking as his red eyes. "I heard you were housing an angel."

"Then you also heard I will be speaking to everyone about it in two weeks." Holland replied leaning back in his chair as Gilbert plopped down on his desk and started picking at is food.

"I did hear that." Gilbert said smiling. "I just was wondering if you knew exactly what you were housing."

"What are you talking about?"

"If that is the Angel Matthew whom I think it is, then you are giving shelter to the man who slaughtered Ludwig's house all those years ago." Gilbert said swinging his feet mindlessly.

Holland frowned. Ludwig, Gilbert's younger brother had gone mad some years ago. He broke the contract and went into Angel territory and killed many before retreating back to his home. In retribution God sent an angel to punish him.

The angel came and slaughtered every demon under Ludwig's command before burning his house to the ground. Later when Ludwig was pulled from the burning mess and asked what had happened all he could say was he hadn't even known anyone was there until everyone was dead and the angel stood before him. The Angel Matthew.

"Son of a bitch." Holland sighed rubbing at his head. "You're not going to give me problems are you Gilbert? Cause I'm really not in the fuckin mood."

Gilbert laughed and shook his head. "No. Ludwig…I don't want to say he deserved it because no one deserves what happened to him but…it helped him, I guess…clear his head. Get his shit back in order. I just came to warn you that that's no kitten you have on your hands, but a mountain lion."

Holland nodded slowly. "Thank you…what do you want for your warning?" He asked. "Nothing you give comes for free."

Gilbert smiled again. "I wanna see him."

"No."

"Oh come on Holland. I won't touch him. I just want to see the man who could crush my brother like he did. The man my brother swears was a demon in an angels skin." The albino insisted leaning forward and playing with the top button on Holland's shirt.

"Gilbert it's not happening." Holland said batting his hands away.

"Oh come on why not." He whined.

"Because…I sealed his wings and if I brought another demon in to see him so soon I'm not sure how he would react." The taller man said standing.

"You…sealed his wings." Gilbert repeated eyes wide before he shook his head. "Alright. I will wait to see him like everyone else…You want me to pierce your ear?" He asked changing the subject motioning to the earing Holland was holding.

Holland snorted. "You just enjoy hurting people." He said but sat down anyway and dug out a needle from his desk handing it over to the smiling demon.

"You wound me Holland. I am not so mean." Gilbert said hooking his feet through the arms of Hollands chair and pulling him forward as he leaned in to meet him. Holland rolled his eyes but sat still as Gilbert forced the needle through his ear and quickly followed it by the newly made earing.

"There we are." Gilbert said running a hand down the chain before gently touching the feather. "Pretty as a picture." He teased before leaning forward and licking up the blood that was pooling around the new piercing. The demon saliva would help it heal so Holland didn't argue even if Gilbert was only doing it for the taste. "Alright. I should go." The silverlet said with a sigh licking his lips of the last tastes of Hollands blood. "I will see you in two weeks then."

Holland nodded and just as suddenly as he had appeared Gilbert disappeared into the shadows again.

Holland touched his new earing before yawning and standing to stretch. It was time for bed. The feather gently brushed against his collar bone and he shivered at the thought of how it would feel against bare skin.

Holland unlocked his bedroom door and opened it slowly. There lying on his bed in the dim light of a side table lamp was Matthew. Completely passed out. The Angel must have cried until he was worn out and passed out. Sebastian, he was sure, had seen to the overhead light being turned off and that the angel was gently tucked away.

Holland rubbed the back of his spiked hair, crushing the feeling of guilt for making the angel so upset when it was the angels own fault for his current predicament. Holland had tried to be accommodating as best he could due to the circumstances and the angel would have none of it.

Holland shook away the thoughts before stripping down and crawling into his bed careful not to wake the other as he snuggled up next to him and hooked and arm around him pressing Matthews now wingless back to his chest and breathing in the scent of his hair.

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