Devil Possession

7

They held each other close and Shide watched as those dark eyes eventually fell shut with sleep. As the hours passed, the magic eased and released the mortal from the spell. Shide 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 Shuyi 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. Shide 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 Shuyi seemed to know he was awake anyway.

"You wanted to have . . . have sex with me. That's what last night was, right?"

The Angel  voice was rough—with emotion or sleep, Shide was unsure about. The Devil  sat up as well, resting one foot on the ground, but leaving another curled beneath him as he faced Shuyi back.

He kept his voice deliberately light. "That was the point, yes. I was not expecting you to be so . . . innocent."

At this Shuyi did turn his head and meet his eyes. "And that matters—to you, I mean?"

Shide wanted to make some side comment, but really, Shuyi knew nothing about him beyond whatever propaganda the Heaven  had cooked up about the favorite son of Lucifer.

"It does," he said with a nod. "I have been gifted with the first time of a great many people, but they came to me and asked. I would make your first time as good as I can, but it is not something that I wish to take by force."

The Angel looked away again, his head bowing down low. It confused Shide  that such a proud man would look so beaten down. He raised a brow in confusion and suspicion, but said nothing as Shuyi finally spoke.

"I never believed I would live long enough to have a first time," Shuyi whispered quietly. "And even if I survived this war . . . If I . . . wanted to be with someone, I would need to leave the Angels —leave the Heaven  and my family . . . and join the mortal realm."

Which would not end well, Shide thought. Shuyi  was the scion of a powerful Angel  bloodline, but in the mortal realm . . . he wouldn't have any background or skills to get a job or a place to live. It was in itself almost a death sentence. The thought bothered him—poking at his mind until the full weight of the Angel words hit him.

"You hoped you would die in the war,"  Shide whispered.

Shuyi seemed to shrink in on himself even further, his shoulders hunching for the barest of moments in shame and sadness. Shide shifted towards the Angel, wanting to reach out to him, but without the safety net of his magic . . . he was unsure of how welcome the gesture would be.

Eventually, Shuyi was able to regain control of himself, and he turned around to face the Devil. Shide looked at him—took in the quiet desperation of a man with no more options. The Angel had resigned himself to death to escape the torment of his life.

Shide moved in closer, crossing the bed until he was seated beside Shuyi. "I'm not your solumate. You don't love me, but if you want it . . . I'll make it good for you."

Shuyi throat bobbed rhymically before he leaned in and pressed his mouth to Shide. No spell, no magic. Just this baby Angel who was desperate to feel something—anything—before his inevitable death.

Shide leaned in, his hand running lightly over Shuyi chest. He swung a leg over the Angel thighs, listening as Shuyi groaned against his mouth. Shuyi hands were hesitant about touching him for a fraction of a second before Shide  felt the other man's fingers moving along his ribs and back.

"No regrets, Shuyi," he whispered against the Angel  lips.

"No regrets," the Angel repeated back, his hands pulling of Shide belt, loosening his pants. Shide chuckled and snapped his fingers, both their outer clothing disappearing in a flash, leaving only their undergarments. It would have been easier to banish those as well, but he didn't want to spook Shuyi.

He needn't have been worried apparently as Shuyi fully enclosed Shide in his arms—pulling the Devil as close as he could, threading their legs together in a tangle of limbs. He was so warm, Shide thought, warm and passionate in a way that was unexpected for an untried baby Angel.

Shide tore his mouth away from Shuyi and the younger man let out a distressed sound, but Shide did not leave him unattended. His lips moved along the Angel jaw, down his neck and throat and he lavished the skin there with his tongue, taking in the fresh taste of Shuyi. The Angel throat bobbed and Shide chuckled against the skin before moving on, He glanced up at Shuyi just before taking a nipple into his mouth.

While there was some sensitivity in the nipples and many men found it eroginous, it was not going to send anyone over the edge . . . unless the person sucking on it was a Devil. He allowed his magic to thread through his mouth, his saliva and tongue, coating the thin pink skin there in a cocktail of sensory chemicals that had the other man's pupils blowing out as they were absorbed into his body.

"What . . . what is that? Should it?" Shuyi asked, confusion catching in his words.

Adom smiled as he sighed. "You'll never get this from someone else. Only I can make you feel like this, Shuyi ."

Something in the Angel eyes was saddened and Shide did not let himself outwardly react to what thoughts he knew were swimming in Shuyi mind. He thought this was a one-time deal—that Shide would fuck him and then either kill him or let him go.