Chapter:-15

Adom looked down at the fingers resting over his. At any other time, such a gesture would have been welcome, but now . . . when his lover was attempting to manipulate him. Adom dragged his gaze back up to the Angel  and Win flinched back as the Devil  normally pale yellow eyes flashed black for the barest of seconds in anger.

The illusion around them shattered, the city falling to pieces and disappearing.

"The answer is no, Win."

Adom got up and the table and chair disappeared as well, causing the Angel to fall onto the ground. Win hastily got back up again, following as Adom made his way out of the illusionary space and back into the bedroom.

Just as he stepped through, a hand around his arm. "Please, Adom! I—I just want to see my family."

The Devil grimaced, shrugging the other man off. "This discussion is over."

Win came around to face him, his head shaking. "You won't even talk to me!"

A muscle jumped in Adom cheek. "What is there to talk about? You're my prisoner—an enemy combatant in an on-going war."

"That you fuck nearly every night," Win said spitefully.

Adom raised a brow at the foul language. It was not something he'd ever heard from the dignified Angel before. "And what does that say about you, Angel?" he asked with a sneer.

Win seemed to realize that this method wasn't working so he tried something else. "It doesn't have to be like this, Adom . The Heaven wants peace—we can work something out—"

The Devil  shook his head at the naivety of baby Angel. "You're talking about things you can't even begin to comprehend, Win. If I let you go, I will never see you again, and that— that I will not allow."

For once Win was silent, clearly unsure of how to handle the admission. He hadn't meant to be so honest—at least not yet. Such possessive emotions might be common among demons, but mortals tended to shy away when they felt pushed. Perhaps now Win could finally understand the depths of how selfish Adom truly was.

"You're mine, Win," he said reinforcing his words. Win mouth hung open in shock even as Adom advanced on him, driving him towards the bed. "My prisoner . . . my lover," he added with a whisper, pulling them close together. "My angel."

Win shook his head. "Please, this can't just be about sex. I can't keep doing this."

The Devil eyes flashed in irritation. "You are asking for something that is impossible for me to give you."

The words were said, but even then, Adom wasn't entirely sure what it was that Win was looking for. Love? A relationship? Anything that involved Adom thinking of anyone besides himself? The Devil  questioned his own ability to even feel such things, but then . . . this was Win.