Roci sat down in the coffee shop where he first met Doffy. It had been a week since he'd seen the other, and a week since he had been under near constant surveillance by other angels. But today was the seventh day, and the angels finally permitted him to have a day on his own without their judging eyes staring from the shadows. Roci took a seat near the large glass window overlooking the street, and his memories took over his thoughts.

One would never be able to tell that there had been a serious accident there just a few short days ago. There was a small tin can of bright red flowers beside one of the benches, but other than that all signs of the crash had been washed away with time and rain and city workers. Roci didn't know why he chose to come back to this place, but it felt right that he be there. And not the kind of feeling he got with a calling, just the plain gut urge that he sit and reminisce, revisit the place where this whole mess began.

For the past week, Doffy had been lost in his own thoughts, to the point in which he had left the city and he had raised hell somewhere else just to distract himself a bit. Walking down the street toward the familiar crosswalk, Doflamingo had the same intention as Roci did that day. Why was he there again? Well, he probably just felt guilty. He solemnly returned to the place in which that woman had died, thinking that if he had told Roci he was going to spare the kid that the angel could have saved that woman, but both of them fucked up that day. And Doffy shouldn't, he did feel a bit guilty. It pissed him off because demons weren't supposed to feel guilty yet he did.

He approached the can of red flowers and placed between them a single white rose for that woman. He stared at the place in which she had died and he saw her dying again. Sighing, he turned to leave. Ghosts, that's all they were. But it was a constant reminder of all his mistakes.

Roci looked up from his coffee, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw the familiar bright pink shirt. He watched as Doffy laid a rose in the can, and once again saw that bright white spark flaring up in the darkness surrounding the man. Quickly he stood, nearly knocking over a waitress carrying a full load of cups, and exited the building. He didn't quite know what to do, or whether or not Doffy even wanted to speak to him, but he found his legs walking him across the street nonetheless. He took long strides, catching up to the man.

"That was very kind of you," he said softly, but loud enough for the other to hear.

Doflamingo stopped, but he didn't turn to face him. "I wasn't expecting you to be here." Out of all the people on the street, an angel had to be the one witnessing that act. Shit, he cursed inwardly, and he was almost expecting to be mocked for it.

Sighing again he turned to look at Roci. He didn't look any different. No bruises or wounds. Those angels didn't punish him in the end, and that thought felt oddly relieving. "If you get caught speaking to me again your friends will come to beat you up," he reminded the other. They could probably talk, but not in the middle of the street.

Roci let out a small laugh at that. The way Doffy said that made him feel like a child who was being bullied. "I can handle them myself you know," he said. It wasn't a lie, he had dealt with the other angels many times, but his eyes swept the street, just in case. The issue had never even reached the archangels, so he safely assumed it had been dropped. For now, at least.

"I didn't expect to see you here either," he said lowly, but he was glad he did. Doffy had seemed distraught that night, and his prying probably hadn't helped. Despite that, Roci was still intensely curious about Doffy's nature, the punishment having no sway on him. "What about you?" he asked. "Are you alright?"

"Why would I not be alright? I'm not the clumsy one here," Doffy's eyes narrowed. In all honesty Doflamingo didn't know how to handle that conversation. In fact, he didn't know how to handle Roci. It didn't feel awkward, at least not completely awkward. But he felt uncomfortable, especially at the thought that anyone passing by could be a supernatural being, that they could be seen, and that Roci would be in trouble again.

He ran his fingers through his hair, looking around again. Roci didn't seem to be about to lose interest anytime soon, so he might as well... scare him off. His awkwardness disappeared instantly when he resolved that. "Hey, if you are planning to talk to me we shouldn't do this here. If you get caught you'll be screwed," he tilted his head to the side, no emotion on his face. "We can go to my place," he offered.

Roci didn't like the way Doffy's face seemed to drop all emotion, but his curiosity was too strong to say 'no' to the offer. "Sure…Lead the way," he said, a bit of cautiousness edging his voice. Not because he feared Doffy, but he also didn't know if angels had been watching Doffy's apartment as well.

Hesitantly, he followed behind the taller blond, eyes fixed on his broad back. The wind kicked up by passing vehicles rippled across the shirt on Doffy's back. The movement made Roci think of Doffy's wings, and he was tempted from time to time to reach out and bring them briefly into existence, but he didn't want to push boundaries quite yet. So he just watched, satisfied with the occasional shimmering air he was able to see as they moved.

Doflamingo said nothing as they walked through the streets. He had a simple and for sure effective plan on his mind to get rid of Roci. The stereotype that 'angels didn't have sex' was true, but not in the sense people thought. They literally didn't know what sex was, and with rape and procreation as only a biblical reference, Doffy figured that it if he toyed a bit with Roci he would be so grossed out that he would stop bothering him and disappear forever. Or that was what Doflamingo thought at least.

After the uncomfortably silent walk, the two reached the top floor of the building Doffy lived in. Once again, as soon as the elevator doors opened, Roci felt the wards around Doffy's apartment. It felt heavy, and every fiber of his being was telling him to turn around and go back, but before Roci could get a word out of his mouth, Doffy grabbed his wrist and pulled him inside.

As soon as the door of his apartment closed behind them, Doffy pinned Roci against the wall and gave him a bruising kiss.

Roci gasped, eyes widening as Doffy's chilly lips crushed hard against his own. He was confused, this was not at all what he thought was going to happen, and he pushed back against Doffy's chest. But the taller man only pressed in closer, and Roci was finding it harder and harder to draw breath. His teeth clenched, as Doffy grabbed his jaw.

He had seen humans doing this before, but seeing was nothing compared to the act itself. Roci's mind raced. What was he supposed to do?Recalling a specific couple he had witnessed not too long ago, he decided to imitate that. Slowly he circled his hands around Doffy's back, feeling a bit of a thrill as he felt it, felt the soft brush of feathers against his hands.

That shocked Doflamingo, but he didn't stop. Wasn't the idiot supposed to scream for help instead of hugging him? What the actual fuck. Maybe he was misunderstanding it, he reasoned as he pressed in closer. For sure at some point his actions would cross the line for the angel and Roci would leave… so Doffy simply kept pushing his luck.

His index finger had grown again into one of those sharp demon nails and he cut open Roci's shirt, exposing his chest as buttons bounced across the floor. His left hand came to stroke his abs all the way down until he reached the waistband of his pants. It didn't take much effort to undo, not even with a single hand. Soon his hand was brushing Roci's crotch lightly. Doffy's tongue caressed Roci's bottom lip, waiting for him to relax his jaw and let him in. Now he could perfectly see Roci's wings, flickering a bit on the edges because his touches weren't constant, but there they were: Huge and white as was expected of an angel.

Roci shivered at the cold fingers as they dragged slowly down his stomach. It felt...strange. But not as strange as when the hand moved a little lower. That felt really strange. Was this how people expressed permission to touch one another? Was it the same with angels and…well...whatever Doffy was? Working up a bit of courage, he moved his hands a bit, taking his time to explore Doffy's back. He was starting to see colour now along with the soft outline of feathers.

Black. Black as midnight in the country, without the light polluting the air. A kind of black that swallowed up all colour and light and hope. He opened his mouth to make a comment, but it was like Doffy was waiting for that, and Roci shrunk back a bit as he unintentionally let the other in. Doffy wasted no time in exploring his mouth.

Doffy hadn't been expecting the angel to let him in- But in the end he knew it was better not to question it. His tongue caressed Roci's as his hand a pushed the angel's head to deepen the kiss a bit more. He gave the angel a long, slow and passionate kiss. Roci should have been disgusted but he wasn't reacting and that just brought more and more questions. He couldn't possibly be that stupid, could he? Maybe he was just playing it cool in hopes he would stop? He didn't know, but he was going to find out. The hand at Roci's crotch slid into his boxers, fingers curling one by one around the other's penis as Doflamingo began stroking. He was honestly too focused in Roci's reactions- or lack thereof- to look at his wings.

Roci jumped at the touch, breaking away from Doffy's lips and gasping for air. That feeling was definitely, indescribably, incredibly strange. The other's hands were cool, and when he touched him there it sent a hard jolt through his entire body. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Roci knew this was wrong, so very wrong, but it felt...good. His hands curled into the fabric of Doffy's bright pink shirt, and Roci leaned his forehead against his shoulder, not really wanting the other to kiss him again. He was trying to speak to Doffy, damnit, and the taller blond kept shutting his mouth like that. But the action going down below was far too distracting, and he couldn't help but let breathy gasps instead of the words he wanted to say escape from his mouth as Doffy's hand moved.

Doflamingo allowed Roci to break the kiss, and began to nibble and suck at his neck, leaving marks all over. His touches were greedy, but effective. Doflamingo wasn't, definitely, new to sex. His thumb applied pressure at the glans. He wanted to hear Roci complain, to ask him to stop, even for him to scream for help, but nothing of the sort was happening. Would the angel just take it?

But soon an idea formed in Doffy's mind. He had known it since the first kiss when Roci hadn't reacted as expected. The angel was completely innocent, and the idea of corrupting him couldn't seem more tempting. The devil within Doffy was dying to show Roci what sex was, to taint the pure spirit, and Doffy was down to let him win this time. His hand resumed stroking, faster this time as his free hand came to Rocis rear, squeezing his ass and letting the beige jeans the other was wearing slide down his legs.

At that point, Roci began to panic slightly. He didn't know what to do; he had never seen this interaction before. All he wanted was to ask some questions, and he was beginning to clue in that they were way past that point. And not being able to control his body scared him. He could feel a hot pressure building up inside his groin, and though it felt good, it also felt completely foreign, like he wanted to expel the feeling from his body.

"D-Doffy…" He said shakily, his heart racing and his breath coming out too fast and hard. He wanted him to stop for a bit and let him catch his breath, so he pushed forward, closing the gap between their bodies and gripping Doffy's now fully visible wings tightly. He felt something firm press into his thigh. "Just...wait…"

Doffy didn't mind if Roci held onto his wings. They were strong, very strong, and even if the other tried to he could not hurt him. Doffy on the other hand, could, and he chuckled darkly.

Of course he knew Roci's orgasm was building and that just made him move his hand faster. He was jacking off an angel. Sweet fuck, that was low,he thought. But no one really had to know. Clenching his teeth at the thought he began to rub Roci's anus slowly with his index. Doflamingo ignored the angel's words, nipping at his neck hard this time. Whether Roci knew what was going on or not, he would eventually understand what happened and then he would feel humiliated. Or Doffy expected him to, at least. But the situation was turning him on as well. Shit.

Roci was beginning to feel frustrated now, especially with the intrusion to his backside. This was so very off plan. He squirmed away from the finger, but only ended up rubbing his hips against Doffy's. Then an idea popped into his head. He could make Doffy feel this way too, right? Maybe then he would stop and listen. Unsure of exactly what to do, Roci slipped his hand between them, palming Doffy's crotch beneath the coarse fabric of his pants. His dick felt large, way larger than he would have ever imagined, and he could feel it growing stiffer beneath his hand.

That was also unexpected. Doffy opened his eyes slightly at that, but his hand didn't stop moving, until he thought about making a change of position. Since Roci wasn't struggling he had the freedom of his hands still, and even if he didn't have that luxury he could always use his demon power.

Releasing the other's cock momentarily he made Roci bend over the table beside them and he placed himself behind. His hand returned to Roci's dick, pumping because he was, in all honesty, curious as to how would the angel react to his first orgasm. He spat on his free hand, taking it again to Roci's rear and this time, after rubbing the tight ring of muscles for a bit he slid one finger in, pushing inwards slowly because it was very tight. The thought that if he turned his nail into a demon one so that he would hurt the angel beyond what was imaginable amused him greatly.

The finger sliding into Roci's ass burned, replacing whatever good feelings he had immediately. Now he had begun to struggle a bit, white wings rising into the air and giving a few, jerky flaps, but a strong hand on his back pushed him back down. "That hurts…!" he gasped, scrabbling against the table for some sort of purchase. "What're you-" he began to ask, only to break his sentence as Doffy brushed something deep inside of him. Sparks danced before his eyes, and he almost used God's name in vain. The pressure was beginning to be too much, "Doffy...Doffy please…" he begged, scared of what was about to happen next.

But he continued, pushing his finger in, moving it in and out, stretching Roci ever so slowly. His hand at the angel's groin kept the same pace, but after those words he couldn't help but to increase it while he slid another finger in; Roci seemed to be stretching out just nicely. Beneath him Roci gave a sudden jerk. He felt the warm cum spilling, dripping from his hand and onto the table. An evil grin appeared on his lips. "How did that feel, Hm?" he asked, his voice low and husky. Doffy already had a considerably big tent in his pants, but soon he would ease his erection down. Fucking Roci.

Roci let out a low moan as the pressure finally release itself. It felt like every nerve in his body was coiling and then being pulled taut again. His body felt weak, helpless even and his mind was completely wiped of all thought. "God…!" It was all he could manage as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through him. What in the seven hells had just happened? He looked down, observing the mess he made. Roci flinched as Doffy pushed another finger in, the pain returning on top of the sensitivity he was feeling. He panted, trying to look around to see Doffy, who had positioned himself behind his hips. Was this not over yet?

He chuckled when he heard Roci say 'God' after coming. He found it stupidly amusing, but all that was far from over. He stopped wondering why that dork was still there, simply taking it, to focus on Roci's rear. His fingers were stretching him out slowly but nicely, tracing circles within the angel, hitting his prostate every now and then. Being the first time the angel ever had sex, Doffy assumed it wouldn't take long for him to take hard again, so he continued lightly brushing his cock. A third finger slid in after a few more minutes, but it still wouldn't be enough to prepare the angel for the pulsing monster within Doffy's pants.

Roci panted and moaned, the sensations overwhelming him. Even with his over-sensitized body, the feeling was coming back as Doffy kept caressing him lightly. The muscles in his shoulders tensed and he was spread open, still unsure why. He was trying to formulate words, but his brain felt like mush, and all he could focus on was the pressure building up once again.

Once he considered Roci was stretched enough he unzipped his pants and undid his belt, taking his rock hard prick to Roci's entrance. Good thing is that they were more or less equally tall so Doffy didn't need to bend too much. "Now relax." Was the only instruction he gave as he pulled out his fingers to begin guiding himself in. Fuck, it was so tight, but he continued pushing inwards, grasping at Roci's hip to make sure he wouldn't move.

Roci couldn't help but thrash and cry out as Doffy pushed into him. He felt like he was being split in two slowly, agonizingly. How the hell was he supposed to relax like this? Roci bit his bottom lip so hard that it began to bleed, trying to control the pain. "It hurts…" He groaned. Was this normal? Did people seriously enjoy this?

Doflamingo kept pushing inwards despite the resistance of Roci's body. It would fit it just… needed some time to adjust. "Relax and adjust.., it will stop hurting slowly." Why was he giving so many explanations? He supposed he had to since it wasn't rape, or at least he hadn't intended it to be rape… nor for it ever actually to get that far. Doffy bit down his own bottom lip because fuck, it was so tight. The pressure felt incredible on his cock.

Roci tried his hardest to relax, taking deep breaths through his nose. He gripped the table, knuckles going white, and clenched and unclenched his jaw. But it still burned like hellfire. The pain was subsiding, little by little. Instead of it he focused on how hot the room was, and how good Doffy's cool hands felt rested against his hips. "Okay," he said, not sure what he was agreeing to.

When he thought Roci was relaxed enough he began moving, slowly rocking his hips. Roci was still sensationally tight and Doffy's breath became uneven. It had been a long time for him since the last time he had sex and that felt too fucking good. Roci's innocence amused him greatly, but he still was expecting the other to hate him and disappear forever once he realized what Doffy was doing. His hand kept stroking Roci's dick until it got hard again. He had to recognize one thing: Roci's ass felt fucking amazing.

As soon as Doffy rolled his hips, the pain was replaced by another wave of pleasure and he hit something over and over. It drowned out the uncomfortableness of knowing Doffy's massive manhood was buried deep inside him, and he focused on the feeling. Roci felt sweat beading on his forehead, and his legs shake from the strain of it all. "This table is really...ugh...uncomfortable…" he grunted between thrusts. He back ached from both the ill treatment and being stuck in that position too long.

Doflamingo didn't mind how uncomfortable it was for Roci. He wasn't changing positions again, especially not when he was deeply buried within the angel. He was observing each one of Roci's reactions. The sweat forming on his forehead, the shaky legs… Roci was enjoying that. He might not know what it was, but he enjoyed it nonetheless. His hand at Roci's cock pumped faster as he wiggled his hips slightly, eyes fixed on the squirming body underneath.

His back arched as the hand at his prick moved faster, and he tried to push up from the table. He didn't like not being able to move, being pinned down and unable to see Doffy easily. "Fuck…" he gasped as Doffy gave a particularly hard thrust, and he resumed trying to twist around.

"Stop moving or I'll tie you down." he warned, giving another hard thrust. Perks of such a thick and long cock was that it touched the other's G spot practically all the time. The hand at Roci's groin never lowered its pace. Doflamingo could see Roci's wings completely, until the very last feather, since he had penetrated him. They were beautiful wings to be completely honest.

He was getting to that point again, and his wings began to quiver, hips involuntarily bucking into Doffy's hand. It was maddening, the way Doffy thrust into him and stroked out at the same time. He turned his head to glare at Doffy, who was showing no mercy in his relentless motions. Roci's eyes settled on the black wings again. Black wings...he'd never met another creature with such dark feathers, and weren't demon wings supposed to be leathery and grotesque?...why were they like that…?

The distraction was no help though, and he felt the muscles in his stomach and thighs clench. He moved his hand back, covering Doffy's hand in an attempt to stop it as his orgasm hit him hard a second time. This time his knees really did give out, and his chest hit the smooth tabletop, nearly knocking the wind out of him. He trembled as he was washed anew in intense feelings of pleasure and guilt.

Doflamingo grinned to himself when he saw the other losing the strength and falling on top of the table, but that didn't hinder him. He kept moving, faster and faster as he felt his own orgasm build. Fuck, it had been so long. So long that even when he could usually last for a long time he felt the pressure building in his groin, his legs stiffening as he pounded into Roci. It didn't take long for him to spill inside of the angel, waves of pleasure running throughout his body as his cock pulsed, dripping within Roci. He kept moving until his orgasm was over. He wasn't aware he had cursed and grunted between moans as his orgasm came. But he really didn't care to be honest. He didn't pull out just yet, hovering above the angel as he regained his breath.

Roci flinched as he felt the warm fluids filling him. He had never done this, but he already knew that was going to be hell to clean. Every movement Doffy made, even the smallest of breaths, caused Roci's over sensitized body to jerk and spasm. He wanted Doffy out of him, but he also relished the cool skin pressed against his back. If there was one saving grace, it was that. So he kept as still as possible as Doffy pinned him to the table, trying to regain control over both his breath and body

Doflamingo pulled out finally, but his cock was still hard. He rubbed it a few times to ease it down and looked at the angel resting over his table with amusement. A chuckle eluded him as he pulled up the waistband of his pants and he zipped them again- or tried to. With his cock that hard he couldn't zip them properly and be comfortable in them, so he just left them open. He said nothing as he headed to the kitchen a brought a bottle of water from which he drank, still eyeing the angel, smirking.

When he tried to push himself up from the table, Roci felt and intense pain run down his spine, and all he could manage was to kneel back down on the floor. Shit… he wouldn't be able to walk straight for days. Taking a deep breath, he tried to stand once again, this time making it halfway up. The heartless bastard in front of him just watched, like this was all completely hilarious.

But Roci put on a smirk of his own. Doffy had let him see way more than he thought. And now he had more of an idea on what he was dealing with. "Heh, I bet this doesn't hurt near as much as it did when you fell…" Roci said, the pieces clicking together in his head.

Doffy had been staring at the whole situation quite amused. It was hilarious to try to see the angel stand up after being fucked. He was sipping water absently, but his intense purple eyes were fixed on Roci. His wings were a bit spread. He had removed his shirt because it was soaked in sweat. But, as soon as those words left Roci's lips his smirk disappeared to be replaced with an unreadable expression. His eyes narrowed slightly and the aura around him got colder. Those words annoyed him.

"See, it was strange, with the wings, and the eyes, and your behaviour, but it's all adding up now that I think about it," Roci continued as he felt another series of twinges race up his spine. God that hurt. "And maybe you might see it too...What's your earliest memory?" It was time the tables turned, and Roci understood something Doffy did not.

Doffy wasn't liking that. At all. He was frowning as he looked at Roci. What kind of conversation was this for after sex? He gave another sip to his water bottle and turned, sitting on the sofa, ignoring Roci. He didn't want to reply to that because to be honest first thing he remembered was waking up in hell.

Roci felt a heavy drowsiness fall over him along with Doffy's uncooperative attitude. He really needed a smoke right now. Or ten. If Roci's theory was right, this next remark would either disprove him or confirm what had suddenly dawned upon him. "Did it smell of burned feathers and brimstone?" He questioned, turning a packet of matches in his hands.

"How do you know that?" he scowled from his seat before he realized he was answering the question. Damn. He had still his guard down since after the orgasm he was pretty much useless for fifteen minutes. He clenched his teeth, but hoped that idiot would leave. He should have told him, he should have gotten violent, but instead he had decided to fuck him and things had backfired badly. Shit.

"An educated guess," he said, putting a cigarette between his lips but not lighting it. He felt incredibly unclean at the moment, and his lower back throbbed. "It's all making sense now…You're not a demon at all. You're a fallen angel."

He laughed weakly, conscious of something warm slowly making its way down his thigh. Was he bleeding? Roci looked down to confirm the yes, there was a rather dark, red stain slowly spreading across the inside seam of his pants. His stomach turned, and he swayed slightly on his feet, wings spreading slightly to keep his balance. This was the price he had to pay to finally understand what Doffy was…

Doffy lifted his gaze to look at the angel. His amusement returned when he saw the face he put as he saw how the blood and cum dripped down his legs. A cackle left him and a smirk appeared on his lips. That would work to make the other forget about all his questions. "Well look at you. You might need a shower," he commented, taking another sip of water. "You can't walk can you..."

Roci shot him a sour look, and took a step toward him, only to have his knees buckle and another wave of pain crash over him. "Jeez, and I wonder who's fault that is?" he hissed through clenched teeth. That table was going to be burned whenever he had a chance.

Doffy shrugged. "It's not entirely my fault. You wanted that too." He hadn't heard the other say no since they entered his apartment. Instead of helping him he just stood there, watching amused. Roci wasn't asking for help either.

Wanted what? Roci would admit it felt good, albeit strange, but if he had known it would end in such agony he would've avoided it altogether. He was completely lost the whole time, but he ignored it for now. His curiosity was to blame for that, and he was more of the 'go with the flow' kind of person. Roci decided to swallow his pride this time. "Can...you help me get to the shower," he said quietly.

Doflamingo's smirk widened and he stood up. It didn't take for him any effort to throw Roci on his shoulder and carry him like if he was a potato bag towards the bathroom.