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They were watching a small office building from Aki’s car. Making note on who came in and out of the building and when. This was not devil hunting, but something to do with jurisdictional squabble between public safety and a private company based in the building.
“This feels like a waste of our time,” Angel said, suddenly. He’d been quiet all morning. He usually was. “Strange job for me, especially.”
“You don’t get to decide what wastes your time. Follow orders when they’re given, prove you can behave, and they’ll let us do something more interesting,” said Aki.
“I wasn’t complaining,” Angel yawned. “I don’t want to do anything interesting.”
Aki had been warned that the Angel Devil was lazy and impudent. Aki resented being lumped with him after all the work he’d done to bond with Denji and Power.
A man in light body armour left the building — Aki reached for his pen just as Angel reached for the radio. And Aki flinched, pulling his hand away like he’d gotten too close to a hot stove.
“Don’t touch the radio,” Aki snapped. “Don’t… Just sit still.”
Angel looked at him, then sniffed the air, like a dog.
“You’re afraid of me,” he said. Aki worked to keep his face blank. It’d been two weeks since they started working together. Two weeks since Makima had told Aki that Angel had absorbed an entire village. Of course Aki was scared. He was terrified. Angel was a lit match and Aki was a man doused in gasoline.
“Am not,” Aki replied. Angel rolled his eyes.
“I can smell it on you, human,” he said. “Cologne and cortisol; you reek of it.” Angel sniffed the air. “Old cigarette smoke and nicotine gum.”
“Don’t fucking smell me,” Aki said.
“Adrenaline,” Angel replied. “Laundry detergent.”
*
Makima made them all go out for drinks together — the new special division four. Boding experience, she called it. Not for Beam, though — he wasn’t allowed out of headquarters for social activities. He caused too much trouble, drew too much attention.
Kishibe took them all to a little izakaya conveniently between the office and Kishibe’s apartment. Convenient for Kishibe — twenty minutes in the wrong direction for Aki.
Aki didn’t like Denji and Power drinking — he let them have a beer each and sent them to an arcade with pocket change. Denji left without much complaint, when Makima only stayed for one drink — a small beer — and made little conversation. If Aki was feeling delusional, he could have sworn her eyes were on him the whole time. She smiled at Aki when she left. This is how he would remember it later. Everyone present would remember Makima smiling at them as she shrugged on her coat.
Not long after Makima left, Kobeni got an angry call from her parents summoning her home and Galgali followed her.
That left Kishibe, Aki and the Angel Devil — Kishibe at his usual level of drunk, Aki tipsy, drinking out of discomfort. Angel was two beers ahead of Aki. He seemed nervous out in public like this — over stimulated by the noise, the forced social interaction.
“How’s this going,” Kishibe asked, gesturing between them. Neither Aki nor Angel answered. “Oof,” he said. “You’ve got to learn to be civil Hayakawa. You were lucky to get him. They almost stuck you with Beam.”
“I’m plenty civil,” Aki said.
“Just barely. He’s piss scared of me,” said Angel. He didn’t look drunk, but he sounded it. He pouted then, like a spoilt child. “And he bosses me around,” he muttered.
“You’re piss fucking scary, Angel. You’re lucky we don’t keep you in the lock up. I don’t want to hear any complaints about your work ethic this time,” Kisbibe told Angel. “Co-operate. Learn to play nice with each other. And you know what? You have to spend another hour here bonding,” Kishibe said. “Or it’s night shifts for a week. I’ll tell the wait staff to make sure you stay, they know me.”
Kishibe paid the tab and left. He ordered another large beer for each of them.
They drank in near silence. Half way through their glasses before Angel said:
“Why do you hate Devils so much?” He was looking at Aki in a way Aki didn’t like. Hungry. He felt Angel’s eyes running over his body, his piercings, his mouth.
“Gun devil killed my whole family. Devils have killed most of my friends. They’re a disease,” Aki said. Angel drank a mouth full of beer.
“And you’re the cure?” Angel asked. Tone flat, probably sarcastic. “Boring answer,” he said. “What’s with you and Makima?”
“Ms Makima.”
“Nothing, then,” Angel decided. He started looking at Aki again. “You’re handsome,” Angel said. “It’s a shame she’s face blind. But maybe that doesn’t make a difference.”
“What are you talking about?” Aki asked; incredulous.
“She told me she can’t remember faces. She asked me if I could relate to that. I told her it was less that I forgot your faces, more that I can’t tell you apart,” Angel yawned. Aki felt a chill run up his spine — an odd feeling he couldn’t quite put his finger on. That he was somehow interchangeable to her, perhaps. One of many blurry, unremarkable faces. A haircut and a voice. Angel kept speaking.
“Humans, to me, are like fresh fish at the market to you. You look closely enough at some dead mackerel, you’ll learn the differences between the individual fish eventually. But why bother? You’re just going to eat them.”
“Is that a threat?”
“No,” Angel replied, sounding sincere. “The metaphor just got away from me.”
Angel went to pour himself a cup of water as Aki did — Aki flinched again, gasping this time. A soft gasp, but it was loud enough to make Angel smirk. Hard to even describe it as a smirk — just the corner of his mouth quirked up. Barely a facial expression.
“You could make a contract with me, you know,” Angel said. Aki had never heard of anyone having a contract with the Angel Devil. Angel tapped his fingers thoughtfully against his lips. “We could neutralise my life draining powers for…” he sucked his teeth, producing a wet, hissing noise. “Let’s say forty millilitres of blood per-hour,” Angel said.
“So twelve hours would be four hundred and eighty millilitres,” Aki said. They often pulled twelve hour shifts.
“That’s about what they’d take at a blood bank, if you’re concerned,” Angel said.
“I know. But why do you want my blood? You get blood bags,” said Aki. Angel got them for lunch, like those little bladders of juice school children drink.
“It’s better fresh,” he said. “And I’d want it fresh from you — no pumping in advance.”
“I don’t think you’re authorised to make contracts,” Aki said.
Angel shrugged.
“Your funeral.”
*
“Thank you for telling me,” Makima replied. “He shouldn’t be offering contracts without my knowledge.” She sighed heavily and drummed her fingers on the desk. Aki’s gut lurched when her eyes met his. He always remembered them being a pretty shade of brown. Bright and warm, like a chunk of amber in the sunshine. Right now they looked red like spirals or target signs. She frightened him more than Angel did — but he wouldn’t remember that. “The Angel Devil is in trouble for this. Big trouble.”
“Wait,” Aki said. “He was trying to help, in his own self-serving way. I’m sure that’s not even something he can do. Perhaps I shouldn’t have burdened you with this”
“No, you were right to tell me,” she said. “You didn’t burden me. I know Angel is difficult— you can come to me for support whenever you like,” Makima told him, kindly. She even reached over and patted his hand. Aki flushed. She was so gentle with him — her face was so lovely. His chest ached for a moment, with desire, with affection, with devotion that bordered on religious. “While he shouldn’t have offered you a contract,” Makima paused for a moment. “I think you should take it. Let’s call him in, shall we?”
Aki nodded. If Makima thought it was a good idea, so did he.
Makima buzzed her secretary, and after a few minutes Angel walked in, slouching and dragging his feet.
“You’ll make that deal with Hayakawa now. And under fairer terms. He’ll be allowed to prepare blood in advance — asking for fresh...” she clicked her tongue. “Greedy.” Her voice was low, dangerous. “Hayakawa will leave us. You and I will chat about the consequences of making unauthorised contracts.”
Aki didn’t look at Angel when he left Makima’s office.
*
The next day, Angel huffed and puffed as they walked their patrol area. He cracked his neck, yawning noisily — clearly angling for attention.
Aki didn’t indulge him. If Angel had something to say, he could say it. But they didn’t talk at all, until Angel stopped on a bench and refused to get up.
“Move it,” Aki said. But Angel refused.
“I’m exhausted,” he snapped. “They made me sleep in the lock up last night.”
Did Angel even need to sleep? Taking a proper look at him (slumped on the bench, arms folded petulantly) his skin looked dry and pale, his hair was unbrushed, and his clothes were rumpled. Angel continued to speak — his tone barbed, accusatory.
“Two of Makima’s goons came in and dragged me off after you left. They weren’t gentle. They really did drag me, I wasn’t exaggerating. When they were shoving me into the cell, one of my teeth got knocked out,” Angel said.
“Goons, don’t be so dramatic. I bet that tooth already grew back,” said Aki. What did Angel expect him to say? I’m sorry you got caught?
Angel’s brow was furrowed. He looked disappointed. Maybe sad. Enough for
Aki to feel a pang of guilt.
“Why did you tell on me? I was drunk. I was trying to do you a favour.” Angel said this like Aki had betrayed his trust. Like Angel was real person, who had real feelings, to whom Aki owed some loyalty. Angel was putting on a good show. Aki was almost convinced. “I did you a huge favour.”
Aki scoffed.
“You were trying to get a fresh blood supply. You’re lucky they only stuck you in the cells overnight. Things would be easier for you if you co-operated.”
“I thought I was co-operating! You’re scared of me, I offered protection.” Angel replied, voice high and indignant. Then he darkened, expression clouding over. Hurt and outrage were replaced by a flat, cold anger. “Tattle whenever you like, then. Keep doing it. Maybe they’ll put me out of my misery.”
“Kill you? That won’t happen,” Aki said. His tone was not reassuring, though. “You’re too valuable. They’d lock you up.”
*
“I need you to drive Angel out to this meeting point,” Makima pointed to a small dot on the map in the north-western corner of Honshu. Her nails were short and neatly manicured. “Some spies from Russia have outlived their usefulness — the government has helpfully donated their life spans to public safety. To Angel,” Makima said. She took her hands away from the map and folded them in her lap. “In exchange for a couple of his weapons.”
“That’s a nine hour drive,” Aki replied. Makima nodded.
“You understand why you can’t take a train though, yes?” she asked. He’d attract too
much attention. People outside of the city weren’t used to fiends and devils working for public safety. This operation was supposed to be subtle.
“Yes ma’am,” Aki said.
The drive would take place the following evening.
He warned Angel, and went to medical before he left work for the day.
He had the on-site nurse take twelve hours worth of his blood for the trip. If he’d have to share sleeping quarters with the Angel Devil, he’d rather have the blood on hand than make a spontaneous donation. Aki was used to giving blood — he was a universal donor and Public Safety ran frequent internal blood drives — he knew it was a shit idea to donate and drive.
*
Aki and Angel began their drive at seven PM, when the roads were clear of commuter traffic and the sky was dark. Angel stared out of the window, drumming his fingers on the car door. He kept glancing at the small cold storage unit containing Aki’s blood, like a kid who wanted his snack.
Aki turned the radio on to take his mind off Angel’s presence. He felt less afraid with the blood to hand — but Angel could still touch him by mistake.
They were supposed to drive all night, and meet at the agreed spot early in the morning — do the job, sleep, then drive back.
When it began to snow, Aki began to panic. He didn’t drive long distances, certainly not in the snow at night. All he usually did was ferry Makima through glacial Tokyo traffic. Angel suddenly turned to him.
“Why are you panicking?”
“I’m not.”
“Why bother lying to me?” Angel said. “Is it the weather?” Aki nodded, keeping his eyes on the road. “This map has a couple of motels on it.”
“We can’t stop. We’re expected at the site by 6 AM at the latest.”
This didn’t seem like a little sprinkle of snow, though. Aki had checked the national weather forecast the previous night, and it hadn’t mentioned anything like this. He’d expected frost, a little rain maybe, but not snow. It was too early in the year. Angel began twiddling with the radio, till he found a news report.
“And finally, the wea… Freak snowstorms hitti- … -nd western Japan with… -inating from Russian m- … -izzard condi-” the radio crackled, dropping in and out.
“I’m not stopping,” Aki said, as much to the radio as to Angel.
“You might not have a choice,” Angel replied.
Still, Aki kept driving, with the snow becoming heavier and heavier, the roads becoming more and more dangerous, and the traffic getting thinner and thinner. Finally, after another hour or so, they were flagged down by a police officer. He was parked in a squad car in front of a road blockade, and bundled up in a big coat and scarf. He had his lights on, flashing to attract the attention of motorists. He honked his horn and got out of the car, shuffling over to Aki’s vehicle. The snow was already ankle deep.
Aki produced his public safety credentials and the cop nodded to him. The cop was old and rosy cheeked — super friendly, a real bumpkin. He’d probably spent most of his career helping old ladies cross the road and finding lost pets and purses. He seemed excited to be manning a road blockade.
“The road is closed up ahead. It’s the mountains – road’s been hit by a very minor avalanche. It’ll be clear by morning I’d suggest you stay at the motel, over there-“
The cop pointed to a building on an off road – close enough Aki could see the shape of it, the lights.
“We have official business, officer,” Aki cut in. The cop laughed. He peered curiously into the car, looking closely at Angel before responding.
“Unless that’s the snow plough devil, you’re not getting on that road, no matter how official your business is,” he said.
As if to prove the police officer’s point, Aki couldn’t get his car to reverse in the snow. The cop had to help Aki and a very, very pouty Angel push the car toward the motel.
*
They got the last room – a decently clean apartment with a double bed and its own bathroom. The motel was out of futons and extra bedding – so Aki was stuck sharing with Angel for the night.
The motel manager also warned Aki that the TV was broken. That some pervert had messed with it a few months ago, and the television now only played a Pay-Per-View porno channel (for free).
Aki used the phone at the front desk to call Makima.
“There’s not much you can do about the weather, Aki,” she said, interrupting his apologetics.
“Thank you for understanding, ma’am.”
“Get some rest,” she said. Angel rolled his eyes and went ahead to the room.
The motel was filled with stranded travellers. On the way to the room, Aki had to go around three entire families lining up for the increasingly empty vending machine. He was glad he’d stopped at a 7/11 on the way out of Tokyo.
By the time Aki got to the room, Angel had already cracked into their food supply – eating sushi, cross legged on the bed.
The bed was big, at least. Big enough he and Angel could comfortably share it with a pillow wall and a blood donation. Angel sighed and clicked open the cold storage, preparing to drink Aki’s blood.
“Is this a day old?” he asked. Aki nodded. “Fresher than my usual stuff, I guess. But not warm.” Angel gave him a dirty look.
Like it was Angel’s birthday and Aki had brought him the wrong flavour cake. “Can I get it hot, sometime?” Angel asked. Aki frowned.
“This is a precaution, not an invitation,” Aki said. Angel rolled his eyes and chewed the plastic top from the blood bag. Blood bags for devils were designed almost like juice bladders. Angel sucked at the top, his eyes closing with satisfaction.
Took him a couple of minutes to empty the bag — he drank greedily and stopped only once or twice to breath, licking his lips, not wanting to waste a drop. Aki tried not to watch him and failed. Maybe it spoke to how long it had been since Aki had last had sex, but it was hard not to think of it, watching Angel sucking hungrily at the bag full of Aki’s blood.
Angel had such a pretty face. Like the lure of an anglerfish — a bright light leading unexpected prey right into the jaws of death.
When he was done, Aki wondered if Angel might rip the bag open and lick the insides. But Angel was apparently displeased with the flavour.
“I thought you’d quit smoking,” he said.
“I’m trying,” Aki replied. Though he’d probably earned a cigarette after the drive.
“Well, that’s twelve worry free hours for you,” Angel said, wiping his mouth. He made his point by holding his index finger to Aki’s forehead. Aki felt nothing and said so. “If the contract wasn’t in effect — you’d already be dead.”
*
After they’d eaten, Angel began to pace. Aki had never seen Angel move around on purpose without being yelled at first. He was looking out the window, then walking over to the bathroom, then looking in the mirror, then repeating those steps again. Aki was trying to read – just some shitty paperback, nothing taxing, but even then Angel was distracting.
“What’s wrong with you?” Aki snapped, irritated by the movement. “Read a book if you’re bored. I have an extra one in my bag.”
“So much blood can make me jittery. And I’m nervous about tomorrow,” he said. He showed Aki the way his hands were trembling, then shook them out, like he was trying to shake off the tremor.
“I guess holding some guy’s hand for five minutes is a lot of work for you, huh?” Aki sneered.
“Sure, that’s it. Not like I’m making weapons, too. Make sure to tell your mommy I’m a lazy piece of shit in your next report,” Angel snapped back. Aki was surprised – he’d never heard Angel bite like that. “The way you act around her is embarrassing, by the way,” Angel added. “You’re not subtle.”
If Denji had said that (and he’d’ve said it with a lot less malice) Aki would’ve smacked him in the back of the head or kicked him in the shin. The temptation was there – it’d be so easy to get off the bed and crack Angel over the head with his book.
Then Aki realised that Angel was waiting for a reaction. So Aki didn’t give him anything.
Angel sighed and picked up the TV remote.
“It’s broken,” Aki said. Angel said nothing.
After a moment, Aki heard a pained, feminine whine. He looked up from his book. The TV was fuzzy, but Aki could see a man dressed like a high school teacher leaning back against his desk, with an actress (visibly in her mid-20s) slumped back against him in a dishevelled seifuku. Her top was bunched up to expose her small breasts, the man’s hands came up to twist her nipples. Their crotches were heavily pixelated, so Aki guessed the man was already inside of her.
“I told you, it’s broken,” Aki sounded angrier than he’d intended to. Angel tried to change the channel, but the porn stayed on – the TV didn’t even flicker, like the button was stuck or the remote was suddenly out of battery. “See? Broken. Motel manager said so.”
“Sensei… It hurts! I love it… It feels so good…” moaned the girl on the screen.
“Turn it off,” Aki snapped.
“You’re a bad girl,” purred the man on the television, twisting her nipples again.
“Calm down, I’m not going to leave it on,” said Angel. “I’m trying to change the channel. Maybe I can fix it.” He began messing with the buttons on the remote, with little success.
“Can you at least mute it?” Aki said.
“Uh…” Angel replied. He pressed more buttons on the remote. He turned it up. “Oops, hold on.”
“Punish me, sensei!” the girl squealed, and the man pulled her nipples, and thrust into her so hard that she screamed. Aki got up and unplugged the TV set. He sat back on the bed and tried to return to his book.
“Just wanted to see if I could change the channel,” Angel grumbled. “Making a big deal over nothing.”
“I don’t want to watch porn with you, even for two seconds. It’s weird, it’s unprofessional.”
“I wasn’t trying to… Whatever,” Angel clicked his tongue. He flopped back on the bed, too close to Aki for comfort, making Aki feel like some sort of demented prude. After five minutes, Aki excused himself to take a shower — where he pointedly refused to jerk off. He wasn’t exactly into shitty schoolgirl porn, but… he had flashes of himself in each actor’s place — having his nipples teased by a dirty old man, twisting some slutty girl’s nipples till she squealed. He thought about Angel at the Izakaya — drunk, staring, telling him he was good looking. He sighed and lowered the water temperature as far as it would go, then got out of the shower when the shock of the cold water wore off.
He walked back into the room, to find Angel pretending he hadn’t just unplugged the TV again.
Angel took a shower, Aki put on tomorrow’s undershirt and boxers to sleep in. There weren’t enough pillows for a wall, so Aki curled up at the edge of the mattress.
Angel came to bed in shorts, with no shirt. Aki looked at him for a moment, then pointedly rolled over to stare at the wall.
After ten minutes, Aki knew he didn’t have a chance of falling asleep. Feathers rustling, the dim glow of that stupid halo – it was impossible to relax.
“Can you shut that off?” Aki asked.
“The halo?” Angel yawned. “Sure. Wings tuck away too. But I’m not allowed.”
“What do you mean you’re not allowed.”
“I’ve been told if I’m caught hiding my demonic status,” Aki rolled onto his back. Angel was lying on his side. He held up a hand and made air quotes as he spoke. “Public safety would assume I was trying to intentionally deceive and victimise members of the public by normalising my appearance. They said I’d lose my privileges. No more snacks. They wouldn’t let me leave the grounds of headquarters outside of working hours. I even suggested I do it so we could take the train. Makima seemed open to it but Kishibe said no way, not after the shit I pulled with the contract.”
Aki groaned in frustration. Kishibe always was by the book. Piss drunk and by the book – total oxymoron.
“I’m giving you permission to put your Angel bits away until morning,” Aki said.
“Will you tell on me?” Angel asked. His tone was barbed. His halo seemed to get brighter.
“No,” Aki replied. The glow from the halo vanished. Aki watched Angel’s wings fold, slowly retracting into his back. They didn’t tuck all the way, bend of the wing still poking out of his shoulder blades, skin bulging a little. Angel grunted and flopped onto his back. “Isn’t that more comfortable for you anyway?”
“It’s uncomfortable in a different way,” he said.
Another thirty minutes passed — Aki still couldn’t sleep. Between the stress of the drive and Angel’s proximity, Aki felt on-edge. He got up and looked out of the window. The snow was even heavier, piling up around the cars in the parking lot. He swore.
“You’re letting the light in,” Angel complained. “Snow like that won’t clear just because you keep looking at it.” Aki ignored him and kept watching the snow. After another moment, Angel said: “What difference will it make if you get there on time? Did she promise you a handjob, or something?”
“Don’t talk about her like that,” Aki said. “She’s a good person, don’t be gross.”
“Your pet chainsaw touched her tits, you know,” Angel said after a moment.
“No he didn’t,” Aki snapped. He turned to look at Angel — sat up in bed, looking very naked without his halo and wings. In the dim light of the hotel room, his skin looked blue – a flash of white teeth. A small, mean smile on his face.
“God, you had no idea! You actually had no idea.”
“I don’t believe you,” Aki said. He was confident Makima wouldn’t do something like that. He’d have a stern talk with Denji when he got home. Aki hated men who lied about their sexual conquests – it was the kind of trashy, disrespectful behaviour he thought Denji had moved beyond. “Makima wouldn’t do that to a direct report. Especially not a kid. Especially not fucking Denji of all people. You’re a fool to believe him, if he was the one to tell you.”
Angel was blinking at Aki in disbelief.
“So you’ve never even…” Angel laughed at him then. Told Aki he assumed Aki and Makima were in some kind of sexual relationship — they had to be, for Aki to be so needy, so firmly leashed to Makima.
“She’s not like that,” Aki said. Angel snorted — even clapped his hands over his mouth to contain his laughter. The bed creaked. “Stop it!”
“Sorry,” he said. “You’re right. Makima’s an angel — just like me.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Aki warned.
“Or what?” Angel replied, smiling smugly up at him. “What are you gunna do?”
Aki got onto the bed and lunged at Angel — gripped his wrists hard and pinned them to the headboard, sat on Angel’s hips.
“You don’t know anything about me, or her, or us, you-” Aki snarled. Angel interrupted him — more laughter, grinning like a child, the most expressive Aki had ever seen him. “Quit it!” Aki said, sounding like a kid himself now.
“Sorry,” he said. Angel moved his wrists, testing Aki’s grip. “But you’re not really that angry. You’re worked up, but the anger’s just for show. I can smell it.” Then he added: “I don’t mind,” looking coy suddenly.
They made eye contact, Angel blinking up at Aki almost expectantly, annoying smirk still on his face. Angel was seizing an opportunity. Alone with someone he could safely touch; mutually assured destruction, too. If Aki told someone at HQ, best case scenario it’d get laughed off – worst case, Aki would get the blame. He’d heard about this before – Devil Hunters getting tangled up with Devils and Fiends. That’s how Kishibe’s last partner had gotten fired, if rumour was to be believed.
Well fine. Angel’s little gambit had worked. Aki was angry and horny – common sense fogged up with thoughts of Makima and that stupid porno movie, and Angel’s small body beneath him. Aki let go of Angel’s wrists and took his weight off the devil just for a moment, flipping him over and pressing the side of Angel’s face into the mattress.
Aki pushed his hand inside Angel’s loose shorts and found his cock small and hard. Palming it, Aki’s fingers felt slippery, like he’d already used some lube — dipping lower, Aki found the soft folds of a pussy, a wet hole, like Angel’s cock was where a clit would otherwise be.
Aki paused for a moment. He was surprised and he wasn’t — why would a devil have standard human sexual organs? Why would a devil have sexual organs at all? Broad appeal, maybe. Entrap as many victims as possible. Something for everyone. Anglerfish.
And it felt like one thing to Aki to touch a hard dick without getting an explicit yes or no, entirely another to finger a pussy, to intrude on someone’s insides — so Aki lost some steam, took some of the weight and pressure off of Angel’s body.
“What?” Angel asked. “What is it?”
“Do you want this?” Aki said.
“You’re ruining the moment,” Angel murmured into the mattress. “Don’t be weird about it,” Angel said. “You know what I mean. Do what you want, touch what you want. I don’t care. Pretend I’m Ms Makima if you like.”
“Don’t talk about her,” Aki snapped. Did Angel want him angry? Did he want this hard and fast? Did he want it to hurt? Aki asked him as much. Angel bit his lip, nodded, spread his legs a little wider. Aki ignored that and ran his hands up Angel’s sides. Angel’s nipples were sensitive – puffy, and hard on his relatively flat chest. Not enough extra flesh to squeeze, but enough for there to be a little give. Aki tugged Angel’s nipples experimentally, heard him moan, then twisted them.
Angel asked Aki to put something inside of him, to fuck him, and do it quickly.
Aki pulled down Angel’s shorts, then slid two fingers into his pussy, slowly, deliberately, pushing them in and out as carefully as he could.
“Come on,” he mumbled, pushing his hips back. Aki held them in place. Aki shushed him. Angel twitched around his knuckles. He slid in a third finger, kept it slow, sensual. He ignored Angel’s cock and held Angel in place when he tried to hump the mattress. Aki stayed slow and gentle, opening Angel up like he was Aki’s beloved, virginal bride on their wedding night.
Angel’s cunt was hot, swollen and soaked when Aki took his fingers away. Angel was shuddering beneath him, bed sheet bunched up in his mouth to muffle the sounds he was making.
Aki was uncomfortably hard — it took a lot of restraint not to immediately jam his dick into the hole he’d prepared so nicely. Aki began rubbing the blunt tip of his cock between Angel’s lips. Aki watched himself get slick, his hips juddering. He nudged the base of Angel’s dick — and Angel’s sighs of anticipation and relief quickly became whines of frustration.
“Put it in,” he grunted. Aki pushed all the way inside, feeling Angel’s tight hole stretching around him. Angel let out a guttural cry. Aki pushed his weight back on to Angel, crushing him against the mattress, stopping him from moving while Aki got used to the feeling, calmed himself down a little. He wanted this to last — he wanted Angel to suffer a little. “Move,” Angel said, wriggling his hips as much as he could. “Please move,” he tried.
“A little late to be polite,” Aki said. He sat back up on his knees, pulling Angel up by the hips with him. “You wanted to fuck,” he said, “So fuck yourself.” He let go of Angel’s hips.
With a nod and an annoyed grunt, Angel slid himself up and down Aki’s cock, struggling to gain momentum. He was close. He was twitching around Aki, hips jerking arrhythmically.
“Please,” he said, softly. “Fuck me.”
“No,” Aki mumbled. “You make me do everything. Put in the work for once.”
Angel got a rhythm going when he started jerking his dick — bouncing his skinny hips in time with his fist. Aki focussed on the odd bulge of Angel’s back – folded up wings stretching the skin. It looked alien enough to Aki to stop him from coming when he thought he was about to go off.
Angel came suddenly, shouting into the pillow, Aki felt Angel’s insides pulsing.
And as soon as Angel had ridden the orgasm through, Aki began to fuck him hard. Holding his hips in place, Aki pounded in and out of his pussy as hard as he could – he wasn’t sure if Angel could come a second time and didn’t care. He was a little surprised when he felt Angel’s cunt contract again, heard a second scream into the pillow, a chorus of fuck fuck fuck, until Aki came inside him.
They lay quietly for a moment. Then Aki pulled out. He shrugged off his vest and his shorts, and replaced his cock with three of his fingers.
“Oh my god,” Angel hissed. He was hot inside, walls relaxed and slick with cum, still twitching.
“Tell me if you want me to stop.” He moved his fingers slow and gentle, Angel was silent, mouth open, hips rolling. “Like yell, or give me a thumbs down.”
“Shh,” Angel said. “You’re sexier when you’re being mean.”
“I want a yes or a no, is all,” Aki said – he sounded a little petulant. “Could be numb, you could be getting sore.”
“Don’t get numb, like the pain,” he said. “One more time, I want to… Just once more.”
Aki took his fingers away and told Angel to lie on his back. His dick was half hard again, his pussy red and leaking more slick and cum. The sheets would be gross in an hour. Aki told Angel to hold his knees and used the new position to dive in and lick Angel clean, tonguing his hole and the base of his cock till it was hard again. Angel seemed past words, face buried in the crook of his elbow, maybe biting down on the inside of his arm. Aki slipped Angel’s cock inside his mouth, slid three fingers back inside.
Aki touched himself, toyed with the idea of fucking Angel again, but soon felt Angel’s sweaty hand knotting up his hair, pushing his head up and down. Bossy. Aki slapped his hand away, stopped moving his fingers to show he was serious. He’d never bickered with someone all the way through sex like this – even if it was kind of an act, Aki had never really gotten off on being mean. Didn’t go for that dom-top-daddy-alpha-male shit at all.
Aki decided if Angel wanted to come again, it’d be on Aki’s terms. He slowed way down on the head – took Angel’s dick out of his mouth and licked at it, gently, from base to tip.
“Was this the plan all along?” Aki asked. Repeated the question when Angel didn’t respond.
“Not exactly,” he said, finally. “Thought it’d be more of a… fuck me for three minutes, roll over,” Angel gasped when Aki swallowed his cock down again, “Then never talk about it. Pretend it didn’t happen.”
We still might pretend it didn’t happen, Aki thought. Almost laughed when he imagined the both of them showing up to some government black spot tomorrow. Angel walking a little funny as he took out three captured spies, like hadn’t spent half the night drooling onto motel bed sheets. It was hard not to laugh – but he was also probably hard enough now to have sex again, and not capable of maintaining funny thoughts. He pulled off again, Angel thudding his head back against the wall in silent frustration.
“Do you want to come in my mouth?” Aki asked. “Or go again? ‘Cause I could go again.”
“You decide,” he said.
And Aki was back inside him after a moment of shuffling, fucking face-to-face. Aki was glad he’d already come once – he was struggling to keep composure with Angel looking the way he did. Red from his scalp to his chest, Aki had practically reduced him to tears. Aki bent down to suck one sore looking nipple (Angel must have been twisting them while Aki was busy) and clasped his hand tightly around Angel’s dick. Aki didn’t hold back, fucking Angel hard until he was begging. Their orgasms lined up nicely, Angel spasming and shooting a clear fluid over Aki’s fist a little after Aki came inside.
*
Aki didn’t remember falling asleep. He woke with a start around dawn, suddenly remembering he was on a clock, and he’d practically fallen asleep on top of the deadliest thing at public safety. He crept off for a shower and couldn’t get back to sleep again. As predicted, the sheets were gross, and Aki only bothered sitting on the mattress for a moment before deciding to dress and nudge Angel away. The atmosphere was awkward once they were both up.
On the way to hand in their key at the front desk, Aki made eye contact with the elderly couple who’d apparently had the room next to his and Angel’s. They both narrowed their eyes at him – looking at Aki like he’d cut in line in front of them at the grocery store, or something.
There was a different member of staff on the front desk, who told them the roads were clear, and it was safe to head north.
“Did you use any of the TV’s pay-per-view channels?” she asked.
“Guy last night said the TV was broken,” Aki mumbled – flushing.
“Oh, so it is,” she said. She shrugged. “Standard question, not an accusation.”
Aki didn’t even respond to that, feeling humiliated as he trudged through the snow to the car. Then he realised he needed to call Makima. He dialled her work number and left a message, not wanting to wake her at this hour.
“Hey, it’s Hayakawa. Roads are clear. It’s about six AM… Um… Hope everything’s okay, us being late and all…” he cleared his throat. “Well… Bye.”
Angel was in there warming the engine up – halo and wings back in place.
Aki wanted to say something normal – something to defuse the tension. But just ended up clearing his throat and moving to turn the radio on. His and Angel’s fingers touched on the dial – a flash of pain like a static shock shot up Aki’s fingers.
“Ouch!” he snapped. Angel made a face.
“Two days?” he said. “Sorry.” Aki smacked the car horn. Any of last night’s warm feelings were gone; he was tired, irritable and uncaffeinated. He began to pull, carefully, out of the parking lot and back onto the road. “Calm down,” Angel mumbled.
“I am calm,” Aki replied – tone betraying him.
These drove in silence for an hour at a painfully slow pace in the new snow flurries sporadically falling from the sky.
“Can I ask you a question?” Angel said, suddenly. He was staring out the window, not looking at Aki. “When you were a kid – when you started dreaming about becoming a Devil Hunter… Is this what you pictured?” He sounded lazy, his flat affect back in place. Aki swallowed, feeling a flush rising up his face. “Hours of drive in the snow, I mean. Not fucking the devils.”
“Shut up,” Aki said.
“Why don’t you make me?” Angel replied – a tiny smile curling the corners of his lips.