Chapter:-13

"That was . . ."

"The best of your life," Adom answered with a low laugh.

Win smiled. "Yeah, probably," he said and the Devil  eyes narrowed. He'd said the wrong thing, he realized. He'd reminded Win  of the young man's fear that this was a one time occurance.

Adom  sat up, looking down at the pale unmarked skin of his Angel  lover. "I'm glad you enjoyed that, because we'll be doing it quite often from now on."

Win froze, his blinking eyes meeting the Demon  gaze. "I thought—"

"I know what you thought, Win," he said quickly. "You thought I would use you and then discard you—perhaps plan a trap for your brethren with you at the center of my nefarious plans." He paused and the Angel looked vaguely uncomfortable with his words which mean that he'd at least contemplated the idea and Adom rolled his eyes. "No, Win. There will be no ransoms, no traps, no escape."

"Why?"

"I like you, Win. I like you enough to offer you this little vacation."

"Va—Vacation? We're in the middle of a war!" Win said in a mix of desperation and exasperation.

Adom expression was indifferent. "For you, the war is over."

Win shook his head. "You—you can't just keep me locked up like this."

"Oh, I can, Win. I am," he said, leaning in. "You'll survive this conflict—you might even be the only one that does."

"My—my family—my Solumate will come for me."

Adom wondered if Win  really believed that—if he truly believed that his family would go on a suicide mission to save him. Perhaps the Soulmate would . . .

The Devil  smiled. "He might, but until then," he said before looking towards a blank wall and allowing his arm to flourish in a wave of magic. A door appeared and he turned back to Win. "That door will take you anywhere in the world—this one or another."

"Anywhere—even back home?"

"No," he said flatly. "Heaven is guarded by protective magics—not even an illusion can be created to mimic it."

"Why are you doing this?"

Adom  brushed a kiss over Win lips. "You're going to be here for a long time—or at least until the war ends. I like to think I'm a gracious host to my guests," he said, his fingers moving lightly over Win chest, brushing the other man's nipples and smiling at the catch in the Angel  breath.

Win looked down at the hand before meeting Adom gaze again. There was something . . . resigned about his expression—almost disappointed. "You . . . you want to have—have sex with me again, right? That's why you're doing all this?"

Adom tried to remember the last time he'd met someone with such a low estimation of themselves—perhaps Van Gogh, he thought. With enough time and encouragement, ideally the Angel would outgrow it. It'd be a shame for Win to lose an ear.

"There will be plenty of that," he said patiently, "Amongst other things. Now, I think you and I need a shower. Why don't we adjourn to the bathroom and I'll be sure to wash your back."

Win shook his head but got up anyway, his butt flexing with each step and Adom head tilted in appreciation before getting up to follow the other man.