Category: Darksiders I & II
Rating: M
Couples: Azrael/War, Abaddon/Death
Warnings: AU, Disturbing Imagery, Lemon, Character Death
Chapter: 18
Copyright: Characters & places © By Appropriate Copyright-holder, Plot & OC´s © by me
Author's Note: The cover-art is made by Yen-Yen-Yen who can be found under that name on among others tumblr.
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Once he was sure that he had prepared Abaddon enough, he aligned himself. "You are touchy about my kind's depraved acts," the Nephilim crooned before he penetrated the angel's ass. It was bliss.
"False advertising is not how one gets an alliance." The General braced against the ground, pushing back against the Nephilim.
Thrusting deep and rhythmically, the Firstborn leaned over the powerful back of the angel and wrapped his arm around the waist. Nipping on the nearby shoulder, he breathed: "And when did we false advertise? You barely seen it all."
"Heard plenty."
Death wrapped his hand around the erection again and pumped it. Shifting his position, he made sure he was hitting his mark. Abaddon threw his head back with a cry of pleasure at that. The angels magnificent wings opened, encasing the form on his back in their white feathers.
Startled at the wings' movements, the Nephilim slowed for a second.
Abaddon had not even quite noticed, now using both hands to hold himself up. "Ah..."
Resuming and quickening his movements, Death began to whisper in Nephilim into the ear of Abaddon.
The angel shuddered when hearing the coarse language, panting with the increased speed of the other's thrusts.
Nipping on the shoulders, Death kept on going. He was close.
Abaddon groaned, reaching behind him to grab the Nephilim's hip. "Fuck."
His thrust were getting more forceful and his voice more harsher. The Nephilim began to pump the angel, trying to get him to the brink.
"What the Hell are you even saying!?" Abaddon's head dropped forward as he trembled underneath the Firstborn.
"To let go and surrender, angel", the Firstborn breathed against the warrior-angel, "I can feel and hear that you are close."
Abaddon groaned, reaching for the hand around his erection. "Not yet, Nephilim, not yet at all."
Death growled low: "Really now?" With accurate thrusts, he kept on hitting the sweet spot again and again.
"Yes." The angel snarled, tightening around the male inside of him. "Or don't you want to see how good angels are in bed?"
Slowing down due to the clenching, Death hissed: "What are you planning?"
"Can't you imagine?" Abaddon grinned at the male taking him. "My submission does not come cheap, Nephilim."
Narrowing his eyes, the Nephilim made low growl: "Show me then, Angel."
"That tired of my ass?" Abaddon pushed back lightly. "How boring."
Making cackling sounds, the Firstborn shifted and leaned over Abaddon. "No show? Very well then." With a swift movement, Death removed the arms that held up the angel, so Abaddon fell facedown and ass more up in the furs.
The angel gasped, wings automatically flaring in an attempt to stop his fall. He looked over his shoulder with a smirk. "Angels still boring, mmh?"
Thanks to the new position, the Nephilim could bury himself even deeper into behind of his lover. Licking the bronze neck, Death made a delighted sound. "I can see the appeal of your kind." One hand began to caress the downy feathers near at the base.
"I suppose yours has its upsides as well." Abaddon rocked back, clinging to the furs.
The other hand wrapped around the erection of the angels once again, pumping in rhythm with his thrusts. Still touching the wings, Death switched his licking into nibbling.
Abaddon groaned, arching against the male above him. He should stop him, the chances he could turn the tables would be nearly microscopic after he came, but it just felt so good. "Fuck."
His breath became more and more harsher. It was clear that Death was near at his peak.
The angel's fingers clawed at the furs as he clung to his last shred of self-control. He would not come before the Nephilim!
Death got lost in bliss with a groan. He draped over the angel, breathing harshly.
Abaddon panted, burying his face in his arm. His body twitched lightly at feeling the Nephilim come inside him.
Having somewhat more control over breathing, the Nephilim slowly removed himself from the angel's back and behind. Death hazy noted that Abaddon haven't come yet. "Turn around, angel, so I can finish off." His voice was less harsh than normal. More mellow.
Abaddon pushed himself into a sitting position on the furs, absentmindedly trailing one hand down to his own ass. "Thank you for the offer, but I think I prefer doing it myself." He pulled the Nephilim close, kissing him.
Just he wanted to protest, Death was silenced by Abaddon's lips. Reaching out, he wrapped his arms around the General's shoulders.
Pulling the Nephilim onto his lap, Abaddon wrapped his wings around them. "Well, you took me like a man... I might as well take you like a woman..." He chuckled, trailing his lips over the Firstborn's jawline.
Hearing the last sentence, his haziness was rapidly dissipating from his mind. "What?!"
"Angels have two stereotypical positions..." Abaddon purred, grinding himself against the male in his lap. "What you did was kind of the one between males... So I'll show you the one between a man and female..."
"I'm no woman, angel!" Death hissed at Abaddon, bracing himself against the bronze shoulders. Even his mind was now clearer, his body was however still slow in reacting. And the grinding didn't help either.
"I have not submitted to anyone for eons, and I pointedly remember giving you a run on my ass." Letting go with one arm, Abaddon searched for the oil the Nephilim had used on him.
"Bastard." Death snarled at the angel, though it sounded half-hearted.