Adom stood within Win cell watching as the Angel exercised with what was available to him. He'd left the Angel alone for nearly two weeks and all but one Angelic Mark had faded. The Soulmate mark (in my story soulmate mark not summarise as love on, when a two angels born in same time they have the soulmate mark ,they can feel each other pain , happiness etc) stood out starkly black against Win fair skin.
Win James..
He'd recognised the name as soon as the first report from one of his spies has come in. Son of the James family and one of the most respected Angel within the shrinking Angels forces.
The young man was also at the eye of a hurricane brewing within the angel clan. A civil war that threatened to tear the entire organization apart from within. The consequences of their actions for not lifting a finger when God had been on his rampage and now the disdain that the upper echelons of the society towards one of the their brightest Angels . . . They could fake their unity for outsiders and other creatures, but the factions within the hunter organization would have done his work for him given enough time.
No . . . He knew all about Win James.
He remembered the 'scandal' a few years back—remembered how he'd chuckled as the young man was put on trial and nearly stripped of his Angelic Mark for the crime of homosexuality. His peers had argued tirelessly on his behalf, but they had no power within the ruling council of the Heaven. It was only the ongoing war and Win exemplary record in battle that had saved him. Even with the way the Heaven had shunned him, he'd still continued to fight for the Angels —winning several skirmishes against Adom forces.
Adom licked his lips as the young man dropped down into a set of pushups on the ground. He'd had little need to interrogate Win—or even speak to him. So he'd left the Angel alone . . . well, he'd hidden his presence as he'd watched.
Win eventually finished with the pushups and had moved over beside the antique coffee table that sat in front of the fire that never died. Adom cringed as the young man began doing box jumps . . . onto the coffee table. He sighed dramatically as the heavy wooden piece groaned a bit under the strain but did not shatter or even crack. This was his punishment for choosing such a . . . plush room to put Win into.
He'd forgotten to provide additional clothes, however. He could see that now with the way Win had apparently washed his clothing in the bathroom, and they now hung from the mantle over the fire to dry. It left the hunter in only his undergarment—a small clingy thing that left nothing to imagination as Win did his jumps and the small bit of fabric provided next to no support in his . . . lower regions. Sweat had beaded along his back, running down the grove of his spine and the scar that still nearly bisected his back.
"Are you going to continue to watch me or are you going to say something this time?" Win asked as he hit the ground, pausing his movements.
The Devil didn't allow surprise to overcome him and he didn't hesitated in revealing himself. Win stepped away from the coffee table, his head tilting as he took in the first person he'd seen in weeks. The Angel looked over at his clothing expectantly, and Adom quickly waved a hand, drying them instantly."Though don't feel like you need to get dressed up for me," he said quickly, but the other man ignored him. Win didn't thank him, merely walked over and started pulling the clothing back on. The firelight glowed around him giving him a stark silhouette that had Adom staring.It really was a shame to cover up such beauty.Win turned back around, his pants were on, but the simple wrap shirt was still hanging open revealing his long torso. Adom raised a brow at the sight."Why am I still alive?" the Angel asked suddenly when it became clear that Adom wasn't going to begin the conversation.The D
Win grimaced, looking away. "You know all about me . . . If you're looking to ransom me—" "I'm not," he said quickly, stepping forward even as the Angel backed away. "No, you won't be going anywhere for awhile or you won't going to leave this place again ever ." By this point, Win had backed away until his thighs hit the bed. He was just little smaller than Adom —, but he was no match and he knew it. He had no Angelic Mark and this was Adom Lucifer. "And besides, I don't know all about you, but one does hear things . . ." he began softly, leaning in. "Things about a certain Angel . . . Sam James , yes? Your adoptive brother your soulmate —" The name seemed to snap something inside of Win. "Don't talk about him!" The Devil wouldn't have have stopped the smug raising of his brows even if he'd wanted to. "I see . . ." he said softly. "Oh I do see."
They held each other close and Adom watched as those dark eyes eventually fell shut with sleep. As the hours passed, the magic eased and released the mortal from the spell. Adom never slept—how could he in the presence of a Angel —but he did doze on occasion. Even this feeble rest never lasted however, as every shift of the young man brought Adom mind back to reality.Still, he never moved, never disturbed Win or left . . . Even when the Angel eventually awakened and pulled away. Surprisingly, he didn't go far. He didn't even leave the bed. He merely sat on the edge of the mattress, feet planted on the ground and face consumed by his hands. Adom eyes eventually lifted and he watched as the Angel sighed—no doubt he hated himself for nearly giving into such a spell.He still hasn't moved—hadn't given away his consciousness and yet Win seemed to know he was awake anyway."You wanted to have . . . have sex with me. That's w
The Devil would not be doing either. No . . . As Adom switched to the other nipple and felt Win fingers caressing his face and listened to the hitched sounds coming from his lover. No, this one wouldn't be going anywhere . . . not for a long time anyway.Win breathing was uneven and the Devil finally put his hands on the hard rod of flesh that had been digging into his stomach. The Angel jolted in shock, his brows knitted together in hesitation, fear, and desire."I swore I'd make it good for you. I always keep my promises, Win."The young man swallowed before nodding and Adom smiled, brushing a soft kiss over Win lips before moving down even further. His fingers hooked into the Angel briefs, pulling them slowly down and revealing Win somewhat purple erection."Oh . . . Win," he said breathily, mouth literally watering as he leaned down and licked a stripe up the other man's cock.
"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.
Adom watched Win has the other man ran through the empty streets of Paris. The illusion of the city was barren of life—and odd choice for someone like Win, but perhaps he just did not want the distraction during his daily bit of exercise.The Devil sipped his tea, revealing himself as the other man came around the corner. Win slowed down to a stop as he approached. Adom snapped his fingers and another cup appeared opposite him, steam rising from the delicate china."What are you doing here?" Win asked and there was a tiredness to his voice that was not just from the exercise.Adom raised a brow at the tone, but ignored it. "Simply taking in the scenery. I must say, I never thought to hear the sounds of the wind or the chirping of the birds while in Paris.""I hate running through people." The words were short—clipped, as though he was stewing for a fight. Win had never spoken to him in such a way before.
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
"I'm not trying to change you, Adom," Win breathed out. "But it doesn't have to only be your way!"Adom snorted. "As opposed to what? Your way? Rainbows and puppies for everyone as we all kiss and make up and forget the genocide your people attempted to inflict on the other creature's ?"The Angel nostrils flared in anger. "Is that what you think about when you're with me? Have you been blaming me for what they did this entire time?"Adom sent him a withering look. "If I did, you'd have been dead long ago."Win reared back, shoving the Devil away. "You . . . how are you like this?" he asked, voice catching in disappointed sadness.The Devil crossed his arms over his chest. "Centuries of living in hell will do that to a person, Win. I didn't grow up in your sheltered Heaven or even on this plane of existence. Hell is where I was reared.""Yo