A/N: What are some questions you might ask your hot demon boyfriend? The next chapter I want to focus a little on lighter curiosities as well as plot :D If you could ask Atem something about him being a demon, hell, yourself being an angel, throw them in the comments :D Fun fact at the end!

Yugi

I take a long shower. Not only because I really needed to wash myself but because the soothingly scalding hot water gave me enough time to relax and think about everything that's happened today.

Atem waltzed back into my life baring gifts no one should be baring unless it's in some romance movie. He tells me he's actually a demon of lust - which I would have believed anyway- and then proceeds to prove to me that he's not in fact human. Which means… demons are fucking real, which means God knows what else is real. The world has just gotten a great deal larger than I thought possible!

Now… I've played a lot of games in my time, I've read a lot of fantasy, I've been raised as a Christian by lovely parents and less than lovely church ministers - but I never believed in demons or angels; that said I never didn't believe in them either, I just had no proof. I guess now I do… which just made every ghost story I've ever heard 100 times scarier.

He says I'm an angel… and I really don't feel it, but I also don't think he's lying. I don't feel like an angel and I think I would know if I was. My parents put a charm on me to protect me? Maybe… I mean, if angels killed them then why didn't they find me? Finding a baby shouldn't be hard for them, right? But if Atem found me then… will they?

Atem found me by chance. He was in the right place at the right time, that's all it was.

What if he's right. I mean he went to the effort of showing me his true form, and as beautiful as it is I do sense he's so much stronger than I could imagine. Like super hero, or villain, strong. He could break me with ease. He could tear my throat out with those claws, rip out my jugular like a large cat with those fangs… but he's afraid of me. Not too much to stay away but at least for a month he fled and returned with the full knowledge that apparently I could kill him.

But look at my hands… they're human. My skin, my eyes, the blood in my veins. I've always been human with an unfortunate case of love impairment. If I were a cupid, shouldn't that mean I could make someone fall in love with me or is that the curse we bear?

Then to top all that off, as if that isn't a mountain of confusing ad conflicting feelings to sort through - I just had my first kiss which turned into two hot makeout sessions and the best fucking orgasm of my life! So what does that make us? Are we officially dating now? He told me he loves me. He walks on in, shows me wings like some kind of peacock and then the next minute we're dry humping on my couch… I'm pretty sure we're dating now! Which… you know… great! I did it! I think.

What is my life?

I sigh and let the water relax my muscles. My hair's clean now, my body is thanking me finally. I feel foolish for letting his absence run me into the ground but then all of it was my fault. I'm just thankful he's back. Even with all of this baggage now, I don't care. We can sort through it all together.

Together…

I like that word.

I slip out of the shower and into a towel, apply a quick dab of moisturiser on before I duck quickly into my room for a change of clothes. Now that he's here, I feel like dressing into something a bit more appropriate would be better than more 'at home' wear. So jeans and…. It looks like my only other clean shirt is a 'Your move' Tee… alright. I gotta do some washing. That's a later problem for when I don't have a hot demon boyfriend out there doing god knows what.

Boyfriend… can I call him that? I should probably ask…

Oohh! Why does that thought make my stomach turn so much after everything we just did! Okay!

I slap my face together in the mirror and give myself a stern look. Man up Yugi. You got this!

One deep breath before I leave and I quietly make my way down the hall. I find him curled up on my couch facing its back so his wings can span across the ground limply. They're much larger than they looked when they were closed but the sun is coming through my window to paint lovely lines across them. In the sun they appear almost brown but in the shade they look like a midnight blue. His chest rises and falls calmly and very quietly I tip toe closer.

His face is resting peacefully, his hands lightly curled under his chin, his knees pulled up to his chest almost. He looks so cute. So sweet! I've never seen anything as adorable in my life! I wonder if he's asleep. I know I took a while in the shower but I didn't know he was that tired. Maybe orgasms make him tired? Did he though? Maybe? I don't know. I know he was feeding, but I'm not actually sure how it all works. What exactly does he feed on and how?

"Are you asleep?" I whisper over him. He doesn't move, doesn't hum or shift - he must be.

I stand here and watch him, letting my mind soak in the sight before me before I decide to quietly leave him be. He must be tired and I'd hate to find out what happens when you wake a sleeping demon. Instead I'll think I'll put some washing on and quietly tidy up if I can.

It's deep into the afternoon when Atem stirs from his adorable slumber. I've sat myself on the armchair he moved, facing him with my feet up as I play a game on my switch, when I notice from the corner of my eye his wings twitch just a moment before he stretches out. Then I see the tips of feathers smolder like the charred remains of coal and disappear into a thin layer of odorless smoke. It's fascinating to watch and I'm sad when they're gone, but he rises to sit and sleepily looks around until he spies me here.

"M sorry, I fell asleep." He mumbles tiredly, his voice taking on a sweet, softer tone that I'm not used to. He sounds so gorgeous just waking up.

"It's alright, you clearly needed it." I say gently, putting my switch aside to go sit beside him.

He smiles at me and leans in to nuzzle my cheek affectionately and I laugh and pet his hair down.

"The sun is nice." He mumbles tiredly.

"I like cat napping in it too." I muse and he hums pleasantly before he leans back, stretches again and yawns into his hand.

"I wasn't supposed to fall asleep, but your couch smells like you, and after a month of no food and a mountain of stress taken from me I guess I needed the rest." He says as he looks around the room. "You tidied up."

"As best as I could. I didn't want to wake you." I say happily. He smiles at me, his eyes wider and more awake now, and so much brighter than I've ever seen them outside his true form. "D-do your eyes change colour or am I insane?" I ask and he chuckles.

"They do. The darker they get the longer it's been since I've fed."

"I've never seen them this bright before."

"When I met you I had only fed a few days before. I hadn't eaten since, only snacked. You were a much needed meal." He purrs and for some reason that shouldn't make me blush but it does. I'm flushing red very quickly.

He snickers and leans in close to peck my check. "You are the tastiest thing I've ever had the pleasure of knowing."

I get up quickly, rubbing the heat from the back of my neck. "Anyway!" I really have nothing to follow that but it lightens the mood somewhat.

"I'm sorry." He laughs lightly. "I must learn when I push too far."

"No it's fine, it's just I'm not used to being … this. Um… whatever this is." I say awkwardly, gesturing between us.

He hums in thought and stands to meet me. I watch him curiously and his eyes are soft and cast down, but he's smiling shyly. He takes me hands in his and a deep breath before he meets my gaze adoringly.

"What would you like us to be?" He asks smoothly.

I feel myself panicking again because this is the opportunity I could take to make us boyfriend and boyfriend… like… a real boyfriend!

"I-I mean I… I'd like us to uhh be … um …"

He chuckles and pulls me into a close cuddle. "Yugi, would you allow us to be closer than dating? Be mine and only mine for I am yours and only yours."

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

"YES! YES YES YES YES YES!" I jump up onto him, wrapping my arms around his neck and repeating the word over and over until they form a string of joyful laughter.

I feel us falling backwards, or forwards in my case and soon we're both on the floor. I'm straddling his lap, nuzzling the side of his face as if marking him and he's giggling and letting me do as I please!

He asked me out! It was completely unique and romantic the way he worded it but he asked me out! This is the best day of my life!

Gently he pushes me off him and takes my head to cutely nuzzle my nose. "You are so cute!"

Normally I dislike being called cute or variations of but honestly, I don't care right now. I laugh and nuzzle him back before I open my eyes and look upon my hot new boyfriend.

"So. What do you want to do?" He asks me in that smooth, deep voice of his. It could carry me through a storm and I wouldn't even notice. "I have much left to tell you about what you are, what I am… but I am more than happy to move at your pace."

Oh right… what I am. He thinks I'm an angel, a cupid. I looked them up but I honestly don't see how he thinks I'm a baby. There was something that said he grew up and became stronger but like … I am not Cupid. I am Yugi.

"What makes you so sure I'm some kind of angel? Shouldn't you hate me if I were?" I ask him incredulously. His lips twitch to a smirk and he combs his fingers through my hair to massage my scalp. I almost sink into the feeling but catch myself before I swoon too hard.

"It's a few things. First, obviously, your power to bring people together. That was the anchor point of my research. Everything hinged on that."

"Your research?" I ask curiously and he nods proudly.

"At first I thought you were cursed or charmed as a child, but your parents shed some light which more than convinced me you were a cupid. I spent hours in the library, days in libraries of different countries to confirm my suspicions, but all of it couldn't banish what your parents told me."

"What did my parents tell you? They're human. They're most definitely human." I know this because at the very least they're my adoptive parents. They'd have no idea. Surely.

"They are, yes." He nods and that relieves me. "It's… I promised them I wouldn't tell you what they told me."

"You're a demon. Since when do demons keep their promises?" I ask quickly and he flinches, frowning and pouting at me.

"I'll pretend that didn't offend me." He says, unimpressed.

"Sorry."

He shakes his head and shrugs. "You're right though. They told me about the circumstances of your biological parents. It is their deaths that confirmed it for me."

"They died in a car crash." I say and watch his reaction. His jaw sets briefly, his eyes flicker but he's searching me too. So… my parents told him the truth huh? Fair. I guess they wanted to protect me.

"I didn't believe it either." I sigh and I see curiosity in his eyes burning bright now. I lift off him to sit comfortably on the floor in front of him with my knees pulled to my chest. "I'm not that pure. I know I can use this power I have to my advantage if I wanted to. When I was 16 I tried my luck and found out I could."

"What do you mean?" He asks softly.

I chew my lip. I'm not exactly proud of this and honestly it kind of scares me to think of what I'm capable of. But if we're being honest, if he can help me understand why they were killed…

"Falls Creek is a small town. It's a town for farmers and fishers and florists. Everyone knows everyone, so it's no surprise that everyone knew me and knew what happened when someone would go on a date with me. They'd fall in love."

I rest my chin on my knees and idly draw circles upon the floorboards with a single finger. "There was a lady. She was a cop. She was lonely and desperate and depressed. She approached me one day because one of my friends was being a delinquent. I tried to defend him and she asked him to leave. So when it was just us, she asked to go on a date with me. Not for me. She made that clear. She just wanted me to help her find true love. I told her no, but then I realised she could tell me what I wanted to know."

I sigh and bury my hand between me and my legs. He scoots closer to me, to get in my view and I try to focus on my knees, on the memory.

"My parents had told me at a young age that my blood parents died in a car crash. I had no other family so I was given to the church where they adopted me. At first I believed them but then after meeting my friends and their families I wondered if that was true. I tried looking them up. I found their names but no car crash articles. In a town like Falls Creek though everything is documented, right down to Farmer Joe and his new scarecrow. But the deaths of my parents? Nothing. So I asked her, in return for true love she would find my parents case file for me."

"Did she?" He asks.

"Yes. I took her on her date first in a town over so no one would see her dating a minor, and sure enough she found her now husband there. A week passed and she approached me after school. She showed me the photos she took of the casefile. Including the photos. They were murdered in their home. I wasn't there. I believe someone else was looking after me but I don't know who. My parents though, my blood ones, they were killed mercilessly and brutally. I didn't want that happening to mine so I saved all my pocket change, I worked on securing a transfer for school, I researched everything I needed to move and as soon as I could, a year later, I moved here."

"To protect them?" He asks and I nod.

"I told them I wanted to chase my dream of becoming a game developer. They supported me. They knew I wouldn't make it living in a small town, so they helped me fund my first apartment and the government helped me with the rest. Ryou moved with me, to help me. He never liked Falls Creek. His parents were not great. So together we came here. I never told anyone how my blood parents died. My parents don't even know I know. I asked the cop to delete the photos and consider us even. So… my parents knew how they died after all huh?" I ask him and he looks sympathetic.

"Yes. They hoped to spare you the details."

"Why did they tell you? A complete stranger?"

"I might have slightly persuaded them." He admits sheepishly.

"You didn't demon all over them, right? They're okay?"

He laughs. "No, they're fine, I promise. I just emitted an aura of trust, it's okay."

I'm relieved to hear that. "You know, you're not like any demon I imagined."

He rolls his shoulders and leans back on his hand cooly. My boyfriend is so hot!

"You were brought up raised thinking demons were hideous creatures of sin that pray on humans, no?"

I nod and he doesn't look bothered. "Hmm. Well, there's a lot more they don't teach you. True, most of us are deformed monstrosities, but those that deal with humans are less so. A human is more likely to strike a bargain with a demon if they resemble something they can relate to."

"So there are creatures like that?" I ask curiously and he nods.

"Yes. But we are getting off track."

He's right. "So what about my blood parents' death told you I was an angel?"

"The way they were murdered. I did a similar thing to you. Except less honourable. I left your parents house and seduced the station to show me the casefile. The photos… those scorch marks are like a calling card for angels. It is how they kill."

He sounds … strange. Hollow almost as he thinks about it. "Are you okay?"

He smiles at me and shifts his shoulders a little. "Yes. I've never seen an angel up close, but I've seen what they can do too many times. I know their power and frankly it terrifies me what they can do. If I ever come up against one I know I won't live to see the next day. So I know what I saw in those photos. An angel killed your parents, and the only reason I can think of why is that your parents fled with you and they can't have that."

"Why would my parents flee?" I ask curiously but he shakes his head.

"I don't know. Perhaps the same reason I fled hell, but I doubt it. As far as I know all angels are quite happy upon their perch above the world. Why they came to live a life among humans with their infant child is beyond me."

I see…

My parents… if this is all true then why? It got them killed, could have killed me too. What was so bad they had to leave?

"Why did the angel leave me alive?" I ask and he shrugs.

"My best guess is that your parents placed a charm or marker on you to protect you."

"Oh you mentioned that. It stops me from having wings, right?"

He smiles at me and nods. "Yes, but I haven't confirmed this yet. They should have been able to find you though without either, so it is the only reason I can think as to why they have left you alone."

I suppose that makes sense. This plot is thickening. If it's real. I still don't feel anything but human… not that I have a reason to believe he's lying. Not after watching his very real transformation and him sleep so casually with such real wings earlier.

"Okay."

"Okay?" He asks and I nod.

"I believe you. I think. It might take a while for it to sink in, but I believe you. I feel human, and as far as I'm concerned that's all that matters, but I believe you and I'd like to know more about what I am and what you are and everything else in your world."

He smiles at me, his eyes softening and filling with a pride that makes me blush and shrink into myself a little. I feel his heart fluttering just through the expression in his eyes and it feels incredible to actually know I have this affect on someone. People have always had an effect on me but until now I've never seen someone experience it from me.

"What do you want to do, or know? I am completely yours."

A million possibilities rush to the foreground of my mind, more than half of them less than reputable now that I have such a hot boyfriend on my floor with me. But I remember something he said earlier about my parents.

"I should call mum and dad."

"Yes!" He agrees sharply, as if he had forgotten. "They did say you were overdue and that was a month ago."

I smile sheepishly and nudge into his arm before I pick myself up in search for my phone. "I normally try to call them as often as I can but I'm either tired or forget. Who would think adulthood would be so busy." I complain lightly as I scroll down to dad's number. Knowing mum she probably hasn't charged her phone.

I feel my hair brushed aside and jolt slightly in surprise but then I feel the softest lips press against my cheek for just a moment. "May I get you anything from the kitchen?" He whispers handsomely.

"You?" I quip back just as seductively and he chews his lip before he disappears around the corner.

"Hello?"

"Dad! Hi!"

"Yugi! I thought you had forgotten all about us!"

"Ehe, sorry about that. Life got kinda busy. How are you? Where's mum?"

We talked for about half an hour. I always love calling them and chatting with them, but dad at least knows how to keep it short; mum could talk for hours. That isn't a bad thing necessarily but with a very sexy demon sitting behind me on the couch, nuzzling the back of my neck and drawing circles over my thighs, I really look forward to getting off… the phone.. getting off the phone.

"Mhm. I will. I'll be good. Yep. I'll call soon… mmm."

He nips at my ear and I shake him off me.

"Okay. Sure thing. Yep. Talk to you soon. Loveyoubye!"

I make sure we've hung up before I toss the phone aside. "You sir…" I hiss at him as he tugs my hair, lifting my head up to expose my neck. His hot strong hands masterfully stroke my throat as his lips ghost over the other side.

"Mm?"

"It's kinda hard to talk to my parents when you're right behind me doing this." I groan, my voice slightly deeper with the strain. I feel the hand on my thigh stroke upwards to push hard over my crotch. I buck into his touch, my thighs flexing and my whole body tenses. Heat immediately flushes under my skin all over and my heart rate picks up.

"I told you to call your parents, not to have a long conversation." He purrs in my ear.

I let him rub over my crotch, rolling into his presses with each pass. I didn't know getting a boyfriend would be so much fun! I always imagined it'd be a slow process, something we grow and build upon but this is something else entirely.

His hunger knows no bounds and I am only too eager to give in to him. I want to be touched like this, desired. Screw any questions I have and anything important he might tell me, I just want him to touch me!

"Let me know if I push too fast." He whispers.

"Why would I stop you?" I ask, my voice dry and as hot as I feel.

He retreats just a little, raising the hand over my crotch to stroke my cheek. He kisses my shoulder lightly and lets me relax. Why? I don't get why he stopped.

"I can feel your lust surging, but it's more important to me to know that if you feel uncomfortable or not ready for me to do something that you will tell me. You won't let me down, I promise. The last thing I want to do is push a boundary you won't recover from."

He speaks such glorious wisdom… that slowly brings me back down to earth. He's right. This is my first relationship and it comforts me to know he's thought of this.

"Thank you. I promise to let you know what I'm ready for and what's too much." I say, nuzzling him again in hopes that he'll continue. "And to start… I really want you to keep doing what you were just doing."

He hums heavily and nudges my head to the side to lick up my neck to my ear. It sends a violent shiver through my whole body and he snickers from my reaction.

"Your wish is my command, my love." He whispers and I completely melt in his hold with that alone. I was feeling so horny before but that has just reduced me to a gooey puddle. I moan out and relax completely and he seems to notice the effect he's had on me because he cranes his head to look at me curiously.

"You okay?" He asks cutely, nuzzling my cheek affectionately.

"Mhmm. I've never been better in my whole life." I hum happily.

"Good. Your pleasure is mine."

My pleasure… I wonder if I can make him feel good. I mean he's likely had years of practice, I have none… could he even get off to me?

I lift off him grudgingly to turn and face him a little more before I get up completely to sit in his lap. He grins, letting me get comfortable on top of him before I finish settling. He brushes my hair back affectionately now and I sigh adoringly. His eyes are just spectacular.

"I want to make you feel good too, but do demons of lust feel the same kind of pleasure as humans do? I mean, it doesn't take like hardcore porn level stuff to get you off right?"

He laughs at me and it makes me blush terribly. I don't know anything about this, he could humour me at least. "I'm sorry, it's just… you are so cute. Sex doesn't really work that way. It is true the more you have the more likely you are to be interested in more … hard-core kinks, but sex is just as pleasurable on the 500th time as it is on the 1st. It won't take another demon of lust to please me, if that is what you are worried about."

Good. I sigh in relief at that. I didn't realise how much about sex I didn't know. I was so focused on just getting a second date and now all of a sudden I've been thrown in the deep end. But I have the best boyfriend to help me.

"So…I could maybe make you feel as good as you can make me?" I ask shyly.

He chews his lip and his eyes seem to flash and it makes me squirm in his lap while his hands are squeezing my thighs.

"What makes you think you haven't made me feel that good?"

I don't know how to respond to that. My cheeks are tingling and my body is itching to be touched again. Under his scanning gaze and burning touch, I guess I don't know how he felt earlier. It's kinda hard to tell. "I don't know."

"Hmm. Well, why don't I please you and you can find out just exactly what you do to me?" He suggests coyly.

One of his hands slides under my shirt and up my body to my chest. His other wraps around my waist to hold me in place and together he makes me lean back. I balance with my hands on his knees and breathe deeply. He presses a single finger into my chest and runs it down my body again, over the muscles of my stomach, further down and down…

My breath catches when he reaches the dip in my abdomen and he tugs on my belt cheekily. It flicks against me and impatiently I roll my hips towards him, silently begging him to tease me more.

He chuckles and I groan. "You are such a delight."

I pout at that. Why is he edging me like this? "Why don't you find out how much of a delight I can be?" I ask him impatiently. He grins, clearly impressed and intrigued.

"There's a little devil under that angelic facade." He muses.

I frown and push myself onto him, taking his hand and forcing him to touch me. I hoped he would let me rub against him but I didn't expect him to squeeze and fondle me himself. I cry out a wavering and pleasured moan and I hear him sigh happily.

He pulls my head down to his, gripping my hair to keep me from kissing him while his other massages my crotch through my pants. "I can feel your desires, I can read what you want, but I need you to use your words if it gets too much. Red for me to stop, orange for me to slow down, green to go. Understand?" He asks me and I nod furiously.

"Green. Green, go!" I whisper desperately.

He gives me a quick, fleeting kiss before he pushes me back to sit up. Again I lean on his knees as both his hands tease and fumble with my belt. He watches me, his bright red eyes pulsing with a dim glow. I nod quickly. "Green."

He licks his lips, his fangs only briefly showing, and I'm quickly distracted by the sound of metal as my belt comes undone. I close my eyes and feel his deft movements. My heart is pounding so hard I can't feel my stomach. My face is so hot it's almost uncomfortable. My arms are shaking, my thighs are so tense against him. I feel almost too anxious for his response.

I chew my lips, waiting for an unbearably long time for him to set me free. I'm rock hard waiting. I've touched myself to him before in the past but now he's about to behold me himself. Will he like it? What if he's not impressed. What if I'm not what he desires…?

"Mmm, you are so perfect." He sighs and a moment later I feel his soft, skillful fingers curl around my shaft. Did he say perfect? "You're so hard for me already. What a good boy."

Good boy!

I melt to the praise and roll my hips into his palm, moaning as his hand pushes my skin down to set my head free. His hold, the way he squeezes and massages at just the right pressure… God damn I didn't know it could feel so good! What have I been doing my whole life?

"Here." He says, releasing me to pick me up. I'm confused and I miss his touch. Why did he stop?

He lifts me and stands, turning to put me on the couch where he had been. He then slips my pants down to my knees and kneels down between them. I… I always imagined this! Oh my god oh my god!

"Now you can relax. Let me bring you pleasure you only dreamed of." He purrs, as he nuzzles the inside of my thigh, his hands sliding up to cup my balls and grope my shaft again.

I gasp and moan and throw my head back against the soft cushions of the couch. My hands grasp at anything they can curl around and it takes a great deal of concentration not to let my thighs squeeze closed. I want him to please me, I don't want to crush him.

He strokes my cock, rolling his palm over my head expertly and I feel his mouth nipping and sucking the inner flesh of my thighs. I buck my hips slightly, relieved I can still move like this because all of his ministrations are making me restless. I'm so hot and my body is tingling with an energy I'm not familiar with. I run my hands over my thighs, up my stomach, across my abdomen. I've never actually touched myself like this before. I'm normally so used to pleasing myself like he is, but my hands aren't normally this free to explore. My body is loving the attention though! This is incredi- BLE!

"Aahhhhmmmm! Nya ha!" I cry out gasping and hurriedly I look to see what he just did. My cock feels wet and hot and I see he's licking all over my dick, from base to tip, all around. He's feasting on me!

His eyes are glowing brightly. He's watching every move I make and he's loving every second of it. I can see him. One hand holds my cock, his thumb rolls over my head to spread the precum leaking from me. His long, wet tongue is circling around my shaft and stroking me, massaging me and encouraging every ounce of desire to come forth. He winks at me and it helps me relax. Enough even to see his other hand doing something before him. I can't see but I know the motion. He's stroking himself! God damn that is so hot! I wanna see! I wanna know what he looks like! I want to taste him! I want to feel what it feels like to have him in my mouth!

God!

I throw myself back again as he takes me completely into his mouth. My orgasm is fast approaching! His tongue, the wetness of his mouth, the scorching heat, the image of him stroking himself to me! Yes!

"NYAH HAH MMMAAH ATEM!" I scream his name, my hands find his hair and tug hard while also pushing him down to take me whole. I hear him moan and grunt and his body shift closer as I release myself into him. His tongue laps at my cock, milking me as he drinks every last drop I have to offer.

I'm ashamed for not lasting long but fuck me is he good! Three times today! Three! Jesus!

When he releases my cock from his glorious hot mouth he climbs up onto me, capturing my lips in a heated and ferocious kiss. I expected him to taste different but there's only traces of tang that I don't care for. He straddles my hips, riding my lap and my hands search his thighs. I want to touch him. I want to feel him!

His hand takes my wrist to stop me before I can and in frustration I flex my fingers and close them. I want to touch him! Let me touch you!

"I am so proud of you." He whispers before he guides my hands to him.

His cock is hard, hot and thick. I can't see behind closed eyes as he kisses me feverishly, but I can map out this treasure and imagine! I love this! I love him! I love his cock, his kisses, everything he is! I want more. I want him to come for me.

I try to repeat what he did, taking inspiration from all the porn I've ever watched and what I like. He rolls his cock into the tunnel my hands have made and firmly I close my fingers as he does so. I stroke him with both hands over his head and down to the base, only a slight twist to increase the friction.

He moans like silk and soon he stills, letting me set the pace. I'm slow at first, enjoying the feel of his shaft and the way it forms. Tiny veins pulse and create little hills for my fingers to squeeze over and he quakes when I roll my thumb over his head. His cock is different to mine; girthier, stronger - mine isn't quite so large that I can't touch my own tip of my thumb but it's so amazing to feel his in my palm.

He lets my mouth go to gasp and kiss my cheek, my jaw. His hands are beside my head, grasping at the pillows tightly and he moans so softly, breathlessly gasping.

"Faster." He whispers and I oblige him, welcoming in the heated moans that spill from his mouth. He hugs me, panting hard and fast with my ever growing pace. I can feel his legs tightening and flexing around me and his cock is so hard and swollen now. I feel his precum over my fingers and I move my hands in a way to help spread it over him, making him wet and easier to stroke. "Y-yugi… Hah!"

He breathes, almost desperately. I wonder if he's going to cum yet. I want to see, I want to taste, but I also want to see him and his entire reaction to the orgasm that's approaching. It must be beautiful to watch a demon of lust succumb to such a base and primal desire a mere human (angel?) can bring him.

"W-wings?" He asks, his voice cracking under pressure. I wonder if he gets some pleasure having them out. Does it increase it?

"Yes. Free them." I whisper. He moans out something like a cry and a moment later that smoke has returned. I can see over his shoulder now as he holds me. He's thrusting into my hands as I momentarily stop to admire how his wings form. They grow from beneath a smoldering patch of fabric of his jacket and sprout like beautiful raven plants. The feathers open and unfurl and before I know it they have spread far and wide. I can see them fluttering, flexing restlessly and the feathers have spread out. His fingers dig into my shoulders and I can feel his teeth carefully holding my neck. His thrusts have changed to one without rhythm. They're clumsy and sporadic and his moans have become more choked and desperate as his breath shakes. His entire body is shaking actually. He's so close. Just like that he is so close to climax.

"You are beautiful." I whisper, tightening my hold on his throbbing member and returning to that quick pace for him. In an instant his wings flap only a little, careful not to hit anything. They span my entire loungeroom so it's a wonder he hasn't broken anything yet. He moans loudly, throwing his head back and I marvel at the frown of pleasure he wears. This is incredible. This is better than anything I've ever experienced in my life. To watch him lose himself to me - Yes!

"Yugi!" I moans my name as hot liquid coats my hands and soaks into my shirt. He thrusts hard once and I pump him deftly, squeezing and releasing until he's moving his hips in a way that suggest he's sensitive. I kind of like him squirming like this for me, but I'm too kind so I simply hold him as he collapses over me. His wings slowly weigh down, mapping out a safe area for them to rest and he breathes as if he just ran a marathon.

My own cock is semi hard again watching that splendor but I doubt I have anything left in me. Though it doesn't help that he's sitting right on top of it. Still… that was amazing.

Scratch what I thought earlier: this is now the best orgasm I've had in my life. Not only did he blow me for the first time, which is more incredible than I thought possible, but I also got him off too. I am so proud of myself!

He moves up just a little and tiredly finds my lips to plant a long heavy kiss on them. This is unlike the other kisses he's given me today. Those were heated, wet and needy, but this is long, closed and deep, as if he's pouring his entire heart into this, like a thank you. It is a thankyou! I can feel it. That message he's relaying to me, like a soft whisper in my mind - there's no doubt. Is he telepathic? Is this what telepathy feels like? A feeling rather than mindless talking like I thought?

Our kiss ends and he sighs happily, relaxing into the crook of my neck. "That was amazing." He whispers tiredly.

I nod and let my body feel everything that just happened. "It was more incredible than I thought possible." I whisper back.

"I can't believe I just got jacked off by an angel." He laughs tiredly.

"That's pretty strange. A demon and an angel… unheard of, right?" I ask and he hums.

"There have been few couplings… but yes, very rare, to the point of blasphemy."

"Well… are you okay with blaspheming?" I ask slyly and he chuckles and slowly lifts himself to look at me. His eyes are so bright they could glow in the dark. They almost look like lights are on behind them. Amazing!

"I think I could break a rule or two hundred for you." He hums happily.

I laugh at that and he kisses my cheek softly. "I love you."

This makes me pause. Not for anything bad - I've heard him make such proclamations earlier, and after everything we've done today yeah, it doesn't surprise me - but the way my heart beat hearing those three words, it felt like a key unlocking, like a piece of a puzzle fitting into place, like my entire mind just opened.

I see him sitting before me, his bright red eyes filled with love and satisfaction and I know he isn't human. I know his words are true and I should fear him but I honestly don't. I feel like together we are unbeatable and those words will fuel me for the rest of my life and grant me power I don't understand.

Is this how others feel when their love utters those words? Like they can take on the world? Because hearing them makes me feel invincible.

"Are you okay?" He asks me. I hear curiosity mixed with concern andI smile, shaking the strange invigorating sensations coursing beneath the surface away for later. I smile at him and he relaxes.

"Yes. I'm just… I love hearing you say that. I love you too."

Fun Fact because I'm not sure how/if I can fit it in in later chapters, but it's kinda relevant now: Yugi doesn't know this yet and Atem isn't 100% on Angel physiology but Yugi feeds similar to that of Atem. Where Atem feeds on lust, Yugi feeds off love for him. He's not felt this until now and things are slowly awakening, but this is why he feels particularly strange when hearing the words spoken. I wonder what other changes are in store for him that neither know to expect ;)