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Time is a fickle thing. Sometimes there is too much and other times there isn’t enough. Either way it ends up with that hopeless feeling. The emptiness, the anxiety. That gut feeling of ‘there is more to do’, when the absolute truth is there is nothing left. Life ends faster than the end credits to a crappy movie.
No one ever is satisfied with the ending anyways.
And maybe it’s that hopelessness that leads people to seek out faith. In search of a higher being to believe in because if there was an end, at least let it be somewhere doused in white. Cloudy and soft. A humming choir of flocking doves. The incandescent halo. The fluttering of feathered wings that sounds so melodic that people pray for it. Pray for the sound to drown out said hopelessness.
That's the thing, people seek hope. They seek reassurance; that endings aren’t a forever type of deal. So they pray, let the people make their little shrines and sing their happy hopeful songs. Because salvation is an octave above a c minor and somewhere in between a d flat.
It’s so crappy it’s almost divine. Divinity so sinful that Aki feels like getting on his knees and sure, it’s a different kind of worship, but whether the name you pray is of a god or a devil. Is it really all that different in the end?
So when he asks, “How divine are you?”. Angel is almost taken back. Expression freeze framed in perplexion. Tongue half darted out, inches away from a frozen dairy delicacy.
“Seriously?” Angel asks. Because a question for a question is always a good place to start.
Aki nods. It’s probably displaced. The question—that is. Since Angel is…. Well a devil. And it’s fucking foolish because aside from the halo and wings, Angel is anything, but an angel. Aki blushes a bit, an expression hidden behind a fisted hand and the turning of his face. “Yeah. Seriously.”
Angel takes a moment. A long one too. Eyes traveling slowly up and down the devil hunter. Gaze pensive and Aki thinks that Angel thinks ‘Ah man. This guy has gotta be fucking with me’. And that's valid, but he’s just gotta ask. Angel sighs, lets the melted soft serve fall into a trash can. “Anything, but.”
“Ah.”
What was Aki expecting? Divine intervention? The probability of Angel being a real angel? The disappointment settles anyways. Rumbles low in his abdomen and whether his buddy realizes it or not, Aki’s dragging his feet now. Fighting everything in him to not slump his shoulders.
***
“Do you think there’s a dick devil?”
“Why the fuck where there be a dick devil?”
“Because—dicks are pretty scary.”
Denji is an idiot, but what is new? Aki laughs, but it comes out as a huff and a little nod. “I don't know man. I think dicks are just fine to me.”
“Dick devils’ pretty weak then. Heh. Tiny too.” Denji leans back in his seat. “Bet you love dick, Aki.”
Vulgarity seems to never escape Denji and for that Aki isn’t so much bothered more than he is surprised because does he? Being consumed in a goal topped off with a death wish never left room for sex. Or the said topic of ‘sexuality’. Not to say it wasn’t important, it just wasn’t on his radar. So when he closes his eyes that night, hours after Denji’s enthusiastic proclamation. Aki wonder’s what it feels like.
A face captured in framed luminescence. Auburn hair, cropped at the shoulders. Sweet delicate lips glued onto pale skin. Topped off with a dimly lit halo and a shabby pair of wings. Aki springs up, chest heaving and a pearly bead of sweat drips down his temples.
He’s hard. Cock pressing up against the fabric of his boxers. He feels something like shame because the image was innocent enough. A glimpse of a face he’s been staring at often. Angel is an optical illusion. Questionable pronouns, a voice so neutral that even that gives nothing away to a gender. So Aki tells himself, he’s confused, but he also thinks ‘Dicks don’t seem too bad’. In the end Aki jerks it to the thought of touching something that could kill you. Takes a hot shower and goes back to sleep.
It’s dreamless for the most part.
***
“Rough night?” Angel sits beside Aki. A good arms length apart. Another icecream in hand, probably his 10th one.
The devil hunter watches the devil. Commits to memory of a darting tongue, deep red in color. Remembers how it retracts in, catching on stray sugary cream which lays on baby pink lips. Sees how the saliva glisens. And prays to a higher being that he isn’t hard right now because he’s starting to realize he’s being a pervert. Getting off on a devil snackin’ on some ice cream cones. Aki swallows thickly when Angel turns to him for an answer to a question Aki didn’t even catch. “Yeah something like that.”
Angel turns back to finish his treat while Aki finds interest on some gum stuck to the pavement. They chat as usual. Topics from work to absolutely nothing in general, but it’s Angel that asks him, “Are you religious?”.
“Why do you ask?” Aki asks because going around in question form is their signature way of ‘being careful’.
Angel looks at him. Gaze blank. “You seem like the type.”
He wouldn’t argue that point, but Aki wouldn’t out right agree either. Being religious meant having this lifestyle of devotedness. Save for his job, Aki’s really got nothing like that. Doesn’t pray, doesn’t worship. Barely remembers parables and scriptures. Blame it on the devil hunting work, but there really isn’t so much to hope for. Even when he wishes there was. “What makes you think that?”
“You visit graves. I assume to honour the dead.” Angel scoots forward.
“It’s a common practice for humans to mourn their loved ones.”
“So you don’t believe your family exists anywhere besides six feet under?” and Angel is getting closer, clothed shoulder pressing up another. Surprisingly enough Angel is warm. Something akin to a furnace. “Do you believe in heaven?”
“Of course. If there is a hell there must be a heaven.” Aki watches carefully. Eyes stuck on Angel’s knobby fingers, pale and long. Watches the devil tuck a loose strand of hair behind the shell of a porcelain ear. And dear god does he look divine. Looks nothing like a fiend or a devil or evil. Looks exactly like heaven on legs. Wants to be between those—
“Aki.” Angel calls out to him, breathy. And it’s then Aki feels it. The tension. That thick and heavy feeling in his lungs. It feels something like hope. Wants to feel hopeful. Craves the heat beside him to consume him. “Do you pray?”
He swallows a few times. Eyes stuck on Angel’s hooded gaze. When did things get so—hot? “I could.”
Angel smiles. “You should.”
“To who? To god?” Aki asks mindlessly. Thoughts captured in the fluttering of the devil’s eye lashes, so long and so thick.
It’s a chord below a whisper, but Aki hears it as clear as day. “To me.”
***
Somewhere between 12 midnight and 1 AM, Aki finds himself home alone with Angel. After searching hours of hopping from bar to bar. They stumble in. Lights flickering on and Aki hisses at the sudden intrusion of something bright.
“Wheres twidle dee and twidle dumb?” Angel asks as he drops a drunken Aki down on a stray cushion.
“Something about camping out for this random manga.” He rubs at his temple. “Fuck. Gonna be so hungover tomorrow.”
Angel scoffs, taking a seat next to the devil hunter. “Good thing we’re off.”
“Rub my back.” Aki demands suddenly and he wants to blame it on the alcohol, but in truth he’s not as drunk as he’s playing it off to be. But he’s alone with a pretty man and something like liquid courage is giving him the go ahead.
“What's in it for me?”
“I’ll pray to you.” He’s slick with it. A grin playing at the corners of the devil hunter’s lips. “Worship you.”
“Oh?” Angel quirks a brow as he resituates himself behind Aki. Gloved hands falling softly atop his shoulder blades. “And what would you pray for, devil hunter?”
“Salvation.” Aki breathes out. Body shudders as Angel’s hands slowly trail up and down his spine. The devil’s palms emit a pleasant warmth with a pressure so firm for such delicate wrists.
Angel leans his chest forward, pressing it up against Aki’s back. And he wonders if the devil has a heartbeat. Angel is careful not to let his lips touch the shell of Aki’s ear as he whispers. “So pray.”
And Aki’s head tilts back, eyes rolling, and mouth falling slack. “Ahh-Angel.” The devil’s gloved palms come to wrap around Aki. Hands pressing firm against his pectorals. It takes some searching, but Angel locates two pert nipples. A faint feeling underneath all those layers of Aki’s suit. He gives an experimental pinch. “F-Fuck. Angel.” Aki pants out. The heat is increasing in degrees. It cuts through his clothes. Shakes his being and Angel grinds his body against him.
“What does salvation look like for you?”
Aki swallows because for him—he wants to fuck. There's so much inside him. Pent up trauma, unresolved dilemmas, copious amounts of regret, and Aki wants nothing more than to be cleansed of it. Wants to release it into anything ,but his left hand.
Wants to be saved. So he thinks better of his answer because the reality is, skin on skin is a no go, but Angel is so tempting that he’s actually fucking considering it. “Wanna fuck you.” He’ll suffer the consequences later. He usually does.
“I’m a devil not a genie.” Angel deapands, but he pushes Aki down. His chest pressing into the tatami flooring. “Turn over.” So he does and watches the devil climb onto his lap, ass hovering over the tent in his pants. Ever so slowly, he sits on it. Sits on Aki’s hard cock. Rolls his hips even slower as he watches the devil hunter go pilant underneath him.
“Oh god.” Aki moans low and primal. “Angel.” He’s so horny he feels like a bitch in heat. At this point it's got nothing to do with alcohol, or a gimmicky religion, but it has everything to do with lust. It’s not wonder why Denji’s always crooning on about sex and boobs. Because all Aki can think of is Angel and his dick inside Angel. Wanting so badly to touch.
Touch, touch, touch. But he can’t, well at least not the way he wants to. Yet there is something still so sweet about playing with fire. Dancing on danger. And Aki wants to touch the untouchable. He reaches out, hand firmly pressing on Angel’s erection. “Ah-hah.” Angel moans and it sounds nothing like a woman. Feels nothing like one too. “Aki. I-”
“Shh. Answer me this, how dangerous would it be if I used a condom?” Aki asks hastily.
Angel grinds down harder. Feels Aki’s dick press firmer against his ass. “I-I don’t know. Never tried it.” The devil hunter presses his palm firmer onto Angel’s cock, rolling in a painfully slow circular motion. “M-might work. As long as it—ah—no skin.” His moans break up his sentence, but it isn’t breaking him as much as his arousal.
It’s as much confirmation as Aki needs. Swiftly hoisting Angel on his shoulder and getting up to dispense the devil into one of his guest bedrooms. Plopping Angel down onto the mattress with a light thud . He’s small, Aki thinks. The next thing he registers is, he loves it. And maybe it’s the desperation of something Aki’s denied himself for so long. Pleasure. The sweet release. An experience of connecting, of feeling, of getting lost in limbs and consumed in wetted breaths. Allowing himself the simple of all primal desires.
Aki climbs over the devil. Doesn’t remove his clothes or gloves for obvious reasons, but takes his hand and pushes the auburn bangs from Angel’s face. His heavy breaths fan over milky skin and Aki just knows it’s as soft as it looks. The devil hunter takes his time. Hands massage into every dip of Angel’s body whilst rolling his clothed cock against another.
His hands instinctively reach for Angel’s buttons.
“Dont.” Angel huffs out. Face flushed. And that’s the fear. The true risk they are dealing with. Drowning in desire is scary because at one point your body just moves. Pushing your consciousness to the passenger seat. But Aki’s responsible, well he likes to think so. He nods and instead dips his head lower to latch his lips onto fabric. Mouth emitting wet heat. “Mmm.” Angel hums.
Amidst the arousal and towering tension, Aki still has time to think. There’s still static in his head, mind thinking about the what, the why. Because this should be a one night stand. It is. But it also really isn’t.
Because Angel’s scent smells like something he could miss. Then there’s the heat Aki thinks he could get used to. Maybe forever is big talk for someone with a timer on his heart, but it’s definitely worth doing over and over again.
Yeah, maybe. Possibly this isn’t a one night stand. Hopefully. “Can I ask you something?”
Angel tries to slow his breath and lifts his head to eye at the devil Hunter between his legs. Lips ready to mouth at Angel’s clothed dick. The devil furrows his brows. And it’s only then does Aki realize maybe asking a question right now isn’t so ideal. “Sure.”
“I want you to tell me what you imagine when you have your eyes closed.” Aki simply states. Lips swollen and raw from sucking on rough cotton and polyester blended fabrics.
“I don’t follow.”
“Tell me what to fucking do.” Aki deadpans. Because who knew the guy would be so dense. “Lead me to salvation.”
Angel rolls his eyes and maybe the body worship. Religious talk and the pious attitude is getting tiring for Angel. He doesn’t really fucking care though because it’s getting Aki so painfully hard he could pass out. “I want you to roll your tongue hard onto the head of my dick, Aki.”Aki hums. Ducks his head back down. Lets his mouth cup around the cock beneath Angel’s work pants. Breaths heavy and muggy around the length. Then roughly slides up and down on it. Head bobbing slowly as he brings his tongue to press firm onto the head of Angel’s swollen cock. “Yes. Fuck. Just like that.”
Who knew something so sinful felt like being born again. The intoxicating body tremors coming from Angel. The building up of warmth coiling low and knotting itself within Aki’s belly. Lips going raw from sucking on damp clothes. Saliva mixing with a hint of metallic blood coats his tongue as he pulls off Angel’s cock. “How far will you let me go?”
It’s a decent question at face value. But they both know it’s something more like ‘how dangerous can we get’ ‘how close can we get to fucking without the expense of losing too much’ or ‘how much are you willing to let me lose’.
Angel gulps. Swallowing thickly against his dry throat. It’s a nervous tick because they both want the same thing. They want the touch. The full experience. Angel wants to feel Aki pulsating inside of him. Wants to feel what the humans find so addicting. Wants to feel human.
Wants to feel a human. Without the consequences. “Clothes on. No skin and use two condoms.”
The contract is made. And it’s something so heartbreaking about all the precautions. All these extra steps that they have to take. But it’s better than nothing. Better than the little glances that last too long. Better than the brushes of their bodies, the time they spend together, the overtime they accumulated. So they take what they can get.
Aki reaches for his bedside table, wrist caught by Angel’s gloved hands. And they are so much smaller than his yet he can still feel the difference in their power. A devil and a human. Angel speaks slowly, “Aki.” he pauses brows knitting together and of course Aki has the split moment to think the devil looks far too adorable for his own good. “Are you sure?”
And it’s that out of place consideration that is so dangerous. Because it's a lot more like worry and care. Something too close to love that has nothing to do with a one night stand. Maybe they both feel it. Know it even. That right now, it's more than that anyways. It's seeking someone before the end of the world. It’s comfort wrapped up in the most mismatched romance of the century. It’s something Aki’s gonna miss when he’s gone. “Yes.”
It happens sometime after stretching Angel out. That they realize everything is moving so slow. The moment where Aki gets a glimpse into the future. Where he sees a week siphoned off his life and call him crazy, but he thinks it's absolutely okay. What's a week compared to two years? So he takes his time, makes it count at least. And absolutely delights in the way Angel squirms on his fingers. Loves the feeling of Angel clenching down on him. Wants it to be his dick so badly. When Aki asks Angel if he's ready, it comes out in a quiet breath. And when Angel says yes, it’s inaudible. The only indication being a small nod and a shift on Aki’s fingers.
Aki lines himself with Angel’s teased rim. Muscle flexes and glistens as it catches on strays of light. They didn't mind turning on a lamp just to allow the full moon to illuminate them. So an outsider it would seem like two silhouettes melding together, but to them, to Aki and Angel everything was blown bright. Night visions sight, facial expressions clear as day. As if it was day. Because all their senses are on fire. Enhanced. Amplified.
And being touch starved does that to a person. As Aki pushes in gently, two condoms wrapped insanely tight around him, it’s overstimulating. Then the added tightness from Angel clenching around him, it’s suffocating. His breathing becomes sporadic and he wills himself not to pile drive right in. Doesn’t just want to get things over with. Because it’s Angel and because when’s the next time he’ll ever get to do this. At this moment Aki meditates. Hums as he continues further, pauses when he sees Angel’s discomfort. Moved an inch when they both let out a relaxed breath. It’s a process that feels like thousands of years. But when Angel bottoms out they both gasp. Aki instantly hits a bundle of nerves. Lucky him.
They still when Angel suddenly sits up and it’s a moment of realization for Aki that makes him panic. Thinking that two condoms wasn’t enough. His carefully placed hips and hands aren't enough. But Angel speaks and the awe in his eyes, glittered with unshed tears makes Aki think the devil looks so beautiful. “Nothing.”
Nothing? Well-would you look at that. Not even a second shaved off his life. Maybe it’s over the top to say that Aki has never felt so relieved in his life. In celebration he moves. Cock steadily sliding all the way out just to slam back in. Angel moans and it sounds like a prayer. Sounds like a hymn on the lips of a sweet devil.
Aki holds onto Angel’s thighs and it’s a lot hotter than sex usually is. Both of them drenched and that probably got everything to do with being fully clothed, saved for the devil’s lower half. But who fucking cares. Because it’s working, actually working. Fucking Angel is possible and Aki doesn’t know if he’s mad for not trying earlier or overjoyed that praying to something does being hopeful. So he’s settled on being hopeful. Enjoys when Angel’s wings flutter underneath him when Aki fucks into him. Feels the tip of his dick hit Angel’s prostate over and over again.
Aki wants to commit it to memory. Wants this to flash before his eyes when his days come. Hopes it makes it into his life reel of memories. Right up there with him and Denji nut kicking competition. So he watches the way he slides out of Angel’s ass. Loves the way Angel’s leaking cock moves between them. Pink and pale, plush and quite girthy for someone so lithe. Aki curses, but he says it like he’s repeating some ancient scripture, but it’s just Angel’s name.
“Angel.” He pants. “Angel.” Aki resists the urge to nip at the devil's neck. “Angel.”
Like a responsorial song, Angel chimes back. “Aki.” The devil’s eyes prick with tears. “Aki.” It sounds too good to be true. “Aki.”
And it’s so funny how long they’ve built up to this moment. If all the foreplay was the homily. Then orgasm was the ending prayer. The sound of a choir rejoicing as the church goes file out of the pews.
Angel comes in ribbons against his work suit. Back bowing up and head thrown back in pure ecstasy. Eyes rolled for far back he looked possessed. Body thrumming with something so intoxicating it feels like a bad drug that hits so good. And Aki fucks harder, unrelenting. Feels his thrusts go psychotic. A bit much, but much needed.
He calls out to Angel. “Angel. Kiss me.” It’s so desperate and absolutely wreckless. But Angel isn’t that out of it to just obey. So he sticks his gloved fingers into his own mouth. Lathers it up with spit and reaches out to coat Aki’s lips with it. Then pushes his fingers into Aki’s mouth. Fingers probing the inside of Aki’s mouth. All the while Aki sucks down on them. Aki shuts his eyes as he comes. A muffed name whines out from him.
They are still for a bit, fixed in their positions. Trying to catch up to their new reality and who knew coming back down was harder than it seems. The sweat cools on their skins as well as Angel’s come on his own suit. Only when Angel finally retracts his fingers to lick at them does Aki realize, they sorta did kiss.
Their version of one.
Pulling out of Angel goes as slowly as when Aki first entered him. Same consideration, same control. And the relaxing of Angel around Aki is a sign of appreciation. After Aki ties the filled condoms and tosses it aside he plops down beside Angel. “So how divine do you feel now?”. It’s the playful smirk on Aki’s lips that makes Angel burst into a small fit of giggles. Too high on sex to care.
So he says, “Pretty divine.” It’s funny, the oxymoron. The paradox of an angel being a devil. Of the cursed feeling blessed. The untouchable being… touched.
Aki smiles and shuffles over to lean above Angel. He gets close enough, but never too close. A whisper and hot breath fanning over Angel’s face. “Just this once.”
And Angel knows what he’s asking. It's that damned kiss again. Perhaps Aki’s feeling a bit cocky about it all or maybe it's more desperation from a dead man walking. Angel’s going to say no because that's what he should say, but Aki opens his mouth to speak. Repeating himself. “Just this once, Angel.”
The one time for the only time. And Angel will probably regret this, but what matters most is that Aki doesn’t. There's something in him that knows the devil hunter wont. “Just this once.” Angel reconfirms.
What’s so fucked about it all is that it's so soft. The kiss. But Angel feels it is instantly the siphoning of one full week of life. Overriding the feeling of Aki pressing down onto him. And the other fucked up thing about it is, Aki thinks it’s way better than sex.
Heaps better. Worth the one week saved off. Worth the fucking entirety of it all. Desperate men do desperate things. It's all Aki has a reason for.
“One week.” Angel whispers as Aki pulls away. He studies the devil hunter’s expression. It’s rather soft and pleased. Not at all worried or regretful. Which makes Angel relax underneath him. A gloved hand playing with a strand of Aki’s hair that came undone from his top knot.
“I know.”