Sorry it took so long, my computer crashed so I had to rewrite it all, and something went wrong the first time I tried to post it.

Sebastian was in the kitchen when he heard the front door slam, the voice of the angel calling out his name, "Sebastian!"

Sebastian sighed, I guess it's a bad idea to keep him waiting. He straightened out his shirt and started to go over to the door out of the kitchen and into the front parlor. He took only a step forward before Angel's mother appeared before him.

"No."

"I am not sure I understand." Sebastian said.

"You. Stay. Here." her voice was nothing if not completely solemn. Her wings were spread out too fill the entire room. She turned around to face the door.

"But, I must-" Sebastian took another step forward.

Shekinah spun around on her heels so quickly that the force nearly knocked Sebastian over, "IF YOU VALUE YOUR LIFE IN THE SLIGHTEST YOU WILL DISOBEY MY SON." and she walked out.

Angel was still screaming for the demon when Shekinah approached him. Sebastian watched them through the key hole. Angel's hair was tousled, there were bags under his eyes, and in his right was a large red bottle with a skull and cross bones on it.

Sebastian gasped softly. Poison.

The red droplets on his chin proved that the Angel and had been drinking from it, (Now, before you're mind takes a terribly morbid route, Angel was not trying to commit suicide. Well, at least if he was, he was trying to do it slowly. Poison is the same to angels as liquor is to you.)

Shekinah's face held a worried expression, "Dear, are you alright?"

"Where the hell is Sebastian?" he snarled.

"He's in the house."

"I want to see him."

"No, you don't," Shekinah said gently, "If you see him now, you'll kill him."

Angel's voice was far from sane when he sung, "Why do you think I want to see him?"

"Angel, please, you and I both know you really don't want to kill him."

"That makes one of us, mom." he drunkenly stumbled forward. Then threw his head back and screamed, "SEBASTIAN GET THE HELL OVER HERE! THIS IS AN-"

Shekinah slammed her hand over her son's mouth, "Sebastian! Do NOT! I know it hurts but stay where you are!"

Sebastian remained motionless, his hand burning like hell's fire, punishing him for his disobedience. His legs were also trembling, not because he was afraid, simply because they were desperate to comply with their new master's orders. That's what Sebastian disliked most about contracts. When his mind wanted to disobey an order, his body would always try to betray him. If Angel was a master he had taken willingly the sensation wouldn't have bothered him nearly as much, but he wasn't.

"Angel!" Shekinah held her thrashing son as still as possible while he screamed for Sebastian into her hand. He threw the bottle in his hand against the wall in fury. His wings fully expanding, tearing his shirt apart. Shekinah pinched his nose close, cutting off his supply of oxygen. A supply the angel wouldn't normally need, but he was recovering from a lethal dose of poison. After only a few seconds, he slid limp into her arms.

"Sebastian, you can come out now! It's safe!" Shekinah said. Sebastian hesitantly stepped out of the kitchen, looking down at the unconscious angel.

"What did you do to him?"

She gave a breathless smile, "I suffocated him."

"Is he dead?"

"Heavens no!" Shekinah said sharply, "What kind of mother do you think I am?"

Sebastian shrugged.

"Now take his legs and help me get him upstairs."

Sebastian took up Angel's legs as Shekinah lifted him up by his under arms. Shekinah went first and they carried him up the stairs. When they reached Angel's bedroom Sebastian stopped.

"What's wrong, dear?"

"I'm not allowed in this room without his permission." he gestured his head to the wasted angel.

"Then I suppose we'll have to put him in yours," the motherly angel noticed the nearly unobservable twinge of fear that struck Sebastian's features.

"Don't worry, he'll be in a much better mood when he wakes, and if not, he'll probably be far too exhausted to do anything to you. It looks like the dear had a tough morning."

Sebastian went into his room to see Angel laying on his stripped bed, cuddling a pillow. His generously tanned back facing Sebastian. His wings were folded but rose and fell every time he breathed.

Sebastian sat on the love seat, watching Angel sleep. He was actually almost pretty when he was asleep, gold hair covering his face, silver earring showing and those full, moist lips parted slightly into an exotic pout. There were tiny bags from drinking, but otherwise, he wasn't bad looking.

Angel started moving and muttering, "My head fucking hurts..." he opened his eyes and sat up a little, "Sebastian, I know you're in here, come over to the bed."

Sebastian swallowed and frowned, Won't have enough energy to mess with me, huh?

"Yes, master." Sebastian crossed the floor and went over to Angel.

"Don't fucking call me that," the angel snapped, "you may be my slave, but I'm nothing of yours."

"Yes, Angel." he's never met a person who could make telling someone NOT to call them master a more degrading thing.

"Would you like to sit down, kitten?" he patted his lap.

"If it's all the same, Angel, I would prefer-" before he even had a chance to complete his thought he was being hauled into the angel's lap.

"I decided you really don't deserve a choice in this." Angel pulled his hair roughly, forcing his head to snap back as he licked the smooth flesh of Sebastian's neck, biting at his Adam's apple.

Sebastian swallowed, feeling scared and disgusted, he couldn't move for fear of angering the angel but he didn't want to be touched. He felt the angel's free hand tugging on his shirt, slipping underneath. He began to roll Sebastian's nipple in his fingers.

"Angel... please stop... There are other ways to punish me... I'll do anything else for you.." Sebastian whispered, he knew he sounded like a weak bitch but he just couldn't stand the thoughts of what was about to happen.

"You're really fucking scared, aren't you?" Angel said harshly.

Sebastian said nothing, just shuddered. Out of no where, Angel smacked him.

"Answer me when I ask you a fucking question!"

"Yes, Angel," said Sebastian. He was obviously angry at him and the demon honestly had no idea why. He had been nothing but obedient while he was away and since he came back.

"So, are you scared?" another rough pull on his hair.

"Yes." the demon grunted.

"You offered to do anything for me."

"Yes."

"Of course you did!" he pushed Sebastian down onto the bed, climbing onto him. He pulled off Sebastian's shirt, "Almost everyone fears pain, and everyone fears what they don't know. People are willing to do anything to get away from what makes them afraid. You creatures feed off of fear." he ran his hand down the newly bared flesh, feeling the body underneath him shiver, "You form contracts with people- children who are afraid. All demons do.."

Sebastian's body had just healed from the night before, he wasn't ready for this. Maybe if he could keep the angel talking... "Then why have I been singled out?"

"Why is anyone singled out?" the angel's hands were wandering still lower, "Why did you single out a small child who couldn't even tie his own shoes?"

"I was summoned..."

"But not by him, were you?!" without giving Sebastian time to think or protest, Angel stripped him the rest of the way. The only barrier between them was the fabric of the angel's jeans, scratchy against his bare skin. Sebastian's cheeks were flushed as the angel carefully examined his unshielded body.

He gave a soft chuckle, "Why do the ugliest things always have the prettiest faces?" he stroked Sebastian's cheek with his thumb. Then he took the demon's thinner, paler hand in his and pressed it into his own cheek. Sebastian's eyes widened and he looked up at the angel for the first time during all of this. His expression was nothing like it was last night There was still anger in it, but where he'd seen hatred held sadness, and there may have been desire there, but not the hard-driven, sadistic lust he expected. He suddenly felt very out of place with those eyes on him and his hand on that cheek. It didn't feel right for him to be able touch something this pure, to be under the gaze of an angel of god. Angels and demons were never supposed to be this close. Sebastian closed his eyes.

"Why?" he whispered.

"Why what?" asked the angel, lowering the demon's hand.

"Why do this? You're an angel, I know your the angel of wrath.. but why not just kill me? Why go through all of this to make me yours?"

Angel just smiled, kissing the lips of the tainted creature underneath him sweetly. Sebastian closed his eyes.

Why do you even want me?

He never did get an answer.

A couple hours later, they lay naked together, limbs clumsily intertwined. Sebastian's cheek was pressed against Angel's bare chest and he was panting. A little drip of cum ran down his entrance. This rape had been easier and harder to handle than the first. Angel had been much gentler with him, complementing him on his stamina all the way through it, but at least he knew WHY he'd been raped the first time. It had been pure punishment, and the Angel enjoyed it. But neither of these things were true this time, Angel was sobbing.

Thick, heavy, stupid tears that fell off his cheeks and onto Sebastian's own face, "You must be pretty confused right now," he started chuckling for only god knows why, "out of all the angels in the world, you got stuck with me!"

He cuddled the demon close and kissed him gently, then he buried his face into Sebastian's neck, "I really should just kill you..." he giggled out, then planted a gentle kiss on his neck.

His mood swings are enough to give one whiplash... Sebastian thought dully. He just closed his eyes and let his body relax, honestly, the idea of drinking poison didn't seem so ridiculous at this point.

I know it's not my best but it's more about the feeling of it all.