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A Religious Madman (Churchw/Fisticuffs)

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Supernova
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Jan 4, 2011
White. All that he could see was white. Everywhere. It was soft to the touch, the white was and it reminded him of heaven. Heaven. Where was he? The man looked around, taking in the room. Now that he looked closer it was a dirty white, with a door on the side with a little slit that he could look through. He got up and pushed at the door, there was no handle on the inside. He looked through the thin slit and saw a hallway, a few people where walking around dressed in white pants and shirts. The grey eyed man looked back into the room and looked at his bed, a metal frame and a thin mattress.

Flashes of his life passed in front of his eyes, not all of them human. He remembered heaven. He remembered doing things that God had ordered him to do. That was before he made his own decision about what was right and wrong. When he partner was killed, he went on a rampage killing every angel and demon in sight. He was punished by having his angelic powers stripped and being forced to live out the rest of his life in the body of a mortal. It had driven him crazy. He couldn't think straight and he was hungry. So, so hungry that he began to feast on the flesh of humans like him. The taste of their flesh was wonderful, though the people didn't find that cannibalism was a very appropriate outlet for frustration and anger so now he was locked in this cell with nothing to do and no sunlight. What he wouldn't give for a little bit of sunlight. Or his wings. God, how he missed his wings.

Yes, the eating of flesh had changed him. He became shorter tempered and sometimes he would hallucinate. Usually they were angels, sometimes demons, wanting to talk to him or get him to do something, even though he always told them that he was locked in a pathetic body and even then he was on twenty four hour lock down by the human race for eating a few of them. Now that he thought about it again, some slightly charred flesh and muscle would be wonderful. Maybe when the next guard came in..... "Selene?" He said softly, blinking a few times "hello Simon" she responded softly, coming closer to him. He closed his eyes and reached out to her, pulling her close and breathing in her scent "oh, I've missed you so much Selene, why haven't you been around lately" "You know why, Simon. I've been busy. And it's getting hard to find time to come and see you, I've got to do things all day long but I do wish that I could come and see you more often, you look tired Simon." The male wrapped his arms around her before he turned to the door, hearing the lock turn. He looked back to where his friend had been but she was gone.

Simon looked angry when the doctor neared him, lashing out at him for ruining the chance to speak to Selene again. He clawed at him and bit at his hands though he was trying to get to his neck, where the flesh was softer, richer with the high flow of blood. A few guards came in and restrained him, shoving and holding him against the wall as he started laughing hysterically, just laughing as he felt a shot entering his neck. His body sagged though he was still laughing, licking his lips where blood had shot into his mouth when he had bitten the guard. "Mmmmmm. Why don't you come over here handsome and let me have another taste of you" he said, starting up another round of laughter.
 
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The sounds coming from within the patient's room (number 253 according to the slightly raised black numbers over the door) were hardly more than barbaric. The doctor had warned Lucas that the patient was unstable. That was barely the right word for the creature hidden behind for white walls. A series of better words scrolled through his mind as he stood outside the door. Unhinged was a particular favorite. However, the word 'forgotten' seemed to settle over the entire situation quite snugly. Lucas, bored of his idle thoughts, turned his attention to the motions of the people walking through the hallways. As mad laughter filled the air, hardly a one of the white clothed individuals flinched as they walked past. All in a days work to them: madness and the like. Lucas smiled a thin smile to a woman stepping past. She gave him an uncertain smile in return, followed by a wide girth she hardly realized she had made.

There was a string of curses coming from inside the room now that caught Lucas' attention. His eyes turned in time to see the young idiot doctor stepping out of the room. His lovely white coat splattered with red and his hands pressed together to stop a wound from spilling further crimson. Black eyes lighted on the doctors hands as the man spoke between guttural curses.

"He's agitated today." The doctor spoke with a brief glance over his shoulder. Lucas' nostrils flared briefly at that. The doctor was scared. Lucas could smell it on him, in his blood. "You probably should wait until-" The doctors words were cut off as Lucas' hand stretched up to grip the doctor's shoulder.

"No need." Lucas' voice came out smooth and easy, his words curled into the doctor's ear, influencing thoughts without realization, "Today is a perfect day."

"Right..." The shorter man seemed to agree with reserved hesitation. Again he looked over his shoulder, this time a flash of fear jumped into his eyes. The angel frightened him. Good. "Well make it quick. I'll leave Larry and Charles there to keep him still. The sedation only goes so far." He waved his hand before he remembered he was squeezing off the bite. He quickly clamped his hand back down and muttered something about stitches. Lucas couldn't be bothered to remember. His need of the doctor was past. He released the man before his eyes turned to the door. His fingers slid along the white paint as he stepped forward and into the room, his black eyes taking in the dimensions and the colors and the very feel of the room first.

White walls made of cinder blocks. with nothing protruding from them. Clean white floor, save for the drops of blood the doctor not so willingly gave. There was a bed on the floor with no frame, nor blanket. Lucas doubted it had any springs in it as well but the concept bored him from testing his theory.

The two men stood opposite Lucas as they pressed a body between them against the wall. They used excess strength to do it as the body was sedated as well as weaker than the two of them. They probably caused discomfort on purpose because they didn't consider the man they held to be fully human. They probably hurt a lot of the patients here whether they deserved it or not. A smile split Lucas' expression as he observed all this with his black eyes. Equally black hair hung neatly to frame his face before being pulled back and folded into a braid that met his shoulder blades. His clothes were neat and proper with a dark suit hidden under an overcoat that swept his calves. It was winter after all.

"Thats enough of that, boys." He spoke smoothly as he stepped forward, "I would like to speak in private, if you don't mind."

One of the men put up some protest that Lucas couldn't be bothered to listen to. A dark shadow flickered across the room and the men hesitated in their denial. Suddenly, Lucas should speak to the patient alone. It made perfect sense. They gave their warnings to Lucas. Simon was sedated but that hardly did anything to stop him. They warned Lucas of the biting and the fighting and the.. well.. it was a rather long list and Lucas waved them off before they could properly get into it. They gave him five minutes, promising to check up on them in that time. They warned Simon and honestly why hadn't they gone yet? Lucas was losing his patience.

Finally, the door slid shut. Finally, they were alone. Lucas turned his eyes upon Simon and he smiled, "... hi there."
 
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The two men had their hands tight around the forarms of the blonde male. they were restraining, their fingernails digging into his skin. He fought them only for a few moments, he knew that his body was so much weaker than theirs. They had to be strong. They had to keep control of crazy people all day, not that he considered himself crazy. He was an angel, shaped from God's own hands after all. He turned his head to the doorway when he felt the additional presence in the room, his body immediately going still.

A chuckle still left his lips now and again when he looked at the male. Then, suddenly, the two guards thought that they would listen to the new man, a man Simon had never seen before, who was telling them that they should let him go and actually leave him alone with Lucas. He sagged to the floor when he was let go, rolling his head around to get his neck to crack before he actually looked back up at Lucas.

His head was tilted as he watched the two men leave "you know, you really shouldn't play with their heads like that, they're fairly nice people, they just don't have a lot of patience" Simon told the other, laughing again to himself.

"It isn't often I get a new visitor in here" he said, a smile spreading across his face. For being trapped all alone in here with nothing he was very well-kept. His hair was clean and looked fairly groomed. His nailbeds were clean and his teeth were straight and white. All of the dovtors simply couldn't understand what he did or what was happening to make him look like that. At first they had thought he was paying off a guard to get him shampoo and toothpaste but they soon learned that wasn't the case.

"I don't really think that I'm allowed to have visitors, with the cannibalism and all, I'm sure you understand. I ate my neighbor you know" he said, laughing "she was wonderful, and they didn't ever find her body" he laughed, though he knew it wouldn't have the same effect on a demon as it would the doctor and the psychiatrist that he was being forced to talk to almost daily. Simon moved to sit on his bed, crossing his legs underneath him and looking up at the demon "where is Selene? Have you seen her? She was just here a few minutes ago and I was wondering where she went. I haven't gotten to see her in so long and then that dumb doctor had to come in and she left.

Simon began humming quietly to himself, looking around the room "maybe since you're here they won't give me the pills. I don't like them, they make me see things. Sometimes I see the Great Battle going on, right here" he said, waving his hands around in the air. "It's very intense, and much different than how I remember it. I thought that there were more on Lucifer's side. Surely he wouldn't have gone against God if he had seen how outnumbered he was" he said, falling over onto the mattress. He licked his lips again "when is the doctor coming back? I want another taste of him, it's been so long since I had a good meal, and I just want a taste."

Simon seemed to go into another laughing fit for a few moments before he calmed down again "what do you want?" he asked the other, looking upset "you aren't an angel and I don't serve Lucifer. You don't have anything to say to me and for all I know you're the reason Selene won't come and talk to me."
 
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The demon's black eyes turned from Simon and towards the door when the man chided him for playing with their minds. "Mmm" He said in a half interested tone. The men were hardly worth his time and effort in the first place when he could have simply walked into this facility unseen. Still, there were some things that simply had to be done by the 'rules'. Some things such as breaking an angel out of prison. "At the very least I was not the one leaving holes in them." Lucas observed dryly, unable to resist the small jab towards his inprisoned interest. His eyes again fell to Simon with the same hungry interest he had first looked upon Simon with. The angel's words reaching him through brief laughs and tight smiles that never quite reached his eyes. Lucas kept his gaze on the man now as he trailed across the room and onto his bed once more.

"Yes, I've heard from quite a few that you make a horrible host." He hummed lightly with a raised eyebrow. The good doctor had not been the first nor, Lucas suspected, the last to warn him of Simon's complete madness. It was delicious. "Offering one guest to another and other such nonsense." He seemed happy to write off the man's cannibalism as well as his insanity if only to rile the man up into anger. As he said this he stepped closer to the bed, listening as Lucas spoke of Selena. A friend perhaps. Someone who might or might not be real. It was difficult to say with Simon, the angel who had caused quite a fuss when he broke from his oaths and his service and began to kill unhindered both demons as well as the angels who had once called him an ally. Clearly the body he wore now was meant as punishment.

Lucas wasn't sure if Simon was even aware that he was still being punished. His head tilted softly when he described the battle that had eventually cast Lucas and every other demon at the time out of heaven. A good, if not old, memory. He let himself muse as to exactly why Simon was dreaming about such a battle, real or not, upon white walls. Only when Simon finally got around to questioning exactly why Lucas was here did Lucas' focus return to the present. "Likely" He mused to the mention of Selene again before he stepped closer again. Without warning, his hand shot out and touched Simon by his forehead. A sudden pulse past through Lucas' touch and for a brief, unfiltered moment Simon's angelic wings returned to him. It was a blink in reality before the human shell encased Simon once more.

"I am here to make you an offer." Lucas pulled his hand free, his voice cold. "I am not an angel and you don't serve Lucifer. However, you have been abandoned by your own kind and they cannot offer you what I can. Not any more."
 
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Lucas may have been slightly boring and had a dry sense of humor but Simon had enough giggles to go around for the both of them. Having been so old and tormented for so long his mind was too great for a pathetic human vessel, it simply could not take it. Simon wondered if you would again be put into a human, perhaps a younger one next time to spend even more time on Earth, which to him was a hell in itself. Simon didn't pay attention to a lot of what Lucas had said to him. More often than not he didn't listen when people spoke to him, especially when they had no idea what they were talking about. Plus, his attention span had significantly diminished over the past few centuries.

Simon noticed a change in the demon, he was suddenly much more direct, getting to the point instead of making conversation like Simon had been doing. He leaned back, trying to move away from him but the fingers found his forehead anyway, and for a brief moment his wings were back, he could feel them and they were there. Now, this demon held the angels attention. His body ached for the wings that were gone given the short rememberance of when they had been there. "How did you do that?" he asked softly, grey eyes meeting the solid black. "What do you want? Can you make them come back permenantly?" he asked, watching Lucas. He didn't really care what it took for Lucas to give him his wings back, there wasn't much he would refuse.

The better question was why he was coming for help to an angel in an insane asylum when he couldn't even leave his room without a muzzle strapped to his face. Simon knew that there were plenty of angels on the outside who were more than willing to do a demon a favor for something that the angels themselves might not be able to get their hands on. Simon was just wondering what this demon so badly needed that he was willing to go through all of this trouble just to get to him. "What is it going to take to get them back?" he asked, suddenly his delierium had gone dormant for more important conversations to be had than him laughing for a while. Yes, Simon was crazy but when it came to something like his wings, it seemed to cut through all of the madness so that he could focus on something real and carry on an intelligent conversation.
 
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Lucas didn't bother to hide the smile that briefly jumped across his expression. Ah, he had reached Simon. The real Simon. Of course it wasn't difficult. The flesh had eaten at his mind. The mortal body was a prison too tight for such a fantastic creature as Simon. He was choked and dragged down with chains until his mind was squeezed into this broken form. Lucas had heard stories before. Both demon and angel inprisoned in such a twisted way. None of them lasted very long. Death had always been the better answer than.. this. Lucas might have felt sorry for Simon if he didn't need the man. At the moment, though, he could kiss the man for being so damn convenient.

The question only pulled Lucas back, moving further away from the angel as he continued to speak. What did he want? The angel was clever. Nothing came without a price. "I can." He teased the man with hope, dangling it in front of him like a bone to a god. He could make this permanent. He could, as far as Simon was aware.

He bent his knees and rocked back to the balls of his feet as he met Simon at eye level. His dark eyes held interest as he studied every bit of Simon. His expression, his stance, his eyes. "Simon, I am on the hunt for something I cannot obtain without the help of an angel." His voice was direct and even. He was telling the direct truth as far as he felt Simon needed to know. "Five years. Five years in my service. You follow my command and no one else. If you help me, you will be free. If you refuse, I will walk out of this room and you will spend the rest of your miserable life inside that reached body"
 
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Different emotions were running through Simon as he considered whether taking a deal like this would be worth it or not. He kept thinking about it, making it seem like he had given himself another choice but he had honsetly already made a decision in his mind. In the grand scheme of things five years was nothing, especially if he was free after that and was rid of this pathetic prison of a body. It was dangerous to do deals with demons if you were an angel, even if you had been shut out by your own kind, though there wasn't much else that Simon could do that could get him what he wanted like what Lucas was offering.

When the other was eye level Simon could really see into his eyes, or he could see the black depths that no longer frightened him like it had. "Fine, I'll do it. But if you break your promise, then something worse than Hell will befall you" Simon said to him, wondering what it was exactly that he was needing that an angel had to help him out. He honestly couldn't think of anything worthwhile that would warrant such meticulous planning and making a deal with an angel trapped inside a human's body. A small smirk came to his face and he gazed at the door "so how do you plan on sneaking a psycho cannibal out of here without drawing the attention of the entire staff and state and local police?" Simon asked the demon. He would go along with whatever he was thinking but there was no way that they were all just going to let him fall off the map to trapaise around with Lucas, even if he could convince them that he was a doctor.

By that time the two guards had come back to check on the two men, bringing restraints and tranquilizers just in case. They looked surprised to find Simon so calm and still, especially since he wasn't even laughing. They looked at Lucas and wondered who he was that he could calm down someone so quickly and seriously hoped that he would stick around to help out with some of the other patients who were rowdy almost as often as Simon was.
 
<Lucas smiled at Simon's words almost instantly. "Smart man." He praised. His smile quickly grew into a grin when the angel threatened him against broken promises. Oh he was fierce and savage and real. Lucas wanted to taunt him and bring anger boiling from the depths of his broken mind. He wanted to see how this body twisted every emotion. His thoughts scattered about as Lucas pushed himself to his feet. He turned and strolled across the room, then back again, only this time he stopped half way to answer Simon's question. "Who said I would be sneaking you out?" Lucas demanded, though his smile was still present across his lips. "No, Simon, you are far too broken to be let free. Someone might take you away from me."

His eyes flickered back to the door when he heard the lock free. It seemed time was up. "Gentlemen." Lucas greeted, his stance switching to a more relaxed pose as he turned to face them. "Thank you. Will you direct me back to Doctor Thompson's office?" He questioned as he urged them out of the room once more. Business concluded Simon had little need to remain there answering pointless questions from Simon.

Once the door was locked, Simon wouldn't see Lucas again for another two months.>

At first when Simon heard Lucas speak he looked confused, and then stunned, completely sure that he was going to be leaving this place finally. When he was speaking to the guards Simon didn't even know what to do, sitting there looking completely lost. Lucas ushered the two men out of the room and the door shut and locked behind them, Simon's shock turning to anger as he rose and went to the door, yelling down the hall until he couldn't see them anymore. He took to pacing his room, and with each passing day he became more agitated, angry, and violent. No longer could one person be alone with Simon without the use of a straightjacket and a muzzle fitted over his mouth.

Simon had started convincing himself that he had imagined the entire encounter since he had been in there so long and was dying to get out and get his wings. He was laying on his bed, without blankets so that he couldn't hang himself, when two of the burlier guards came in. Simon, groaned, seeing the straightjacket and muzzle, claiming he didn't want to talk to anybody today, though they didn't say anything to him, they never did unless he was misbehaving. He didn't struggle while they fitted him, he didn't feel like being beaten today. Simon figured it was just the doctor who wanted to come in and talk to him again, although he never seemed to get what he wanted from Simon whenever they spoke. Surprisingly enough it was the apparition he had spoken to a couple of months ago.

His head was tilted a little as he looked at the man before he started laughing "two months. I have never had to wait for two months to see another hallucination" he said, laughing as he realized he was just talking to himself again. The big burly men would probably come in with something to sedate him soon so he didn't hurt himself. Simon rolled his eyes "I should probably quit talking to the hallucinations. It's why they keep me in here. Well, that and eating people. But people taste good. So much better than the other shit they have on this planet." Simon seemed to almost disregard the demon now, ignoring him and trying to work his arms out of the damned jacket.
 
As Lucas retreated from that special room and stepped further down the white halls, he could hear the anger boiling from the lone man within. No one paid it any mind. It was normal in this place. So horribly normal. Lucas did not hide his cheery smile. He knew he would leave Simon wanting. He wanted to watch. To sit in the corner, invisible, and simply watch Simon stew. Alas it could not be. There were things to be done and Lucas couldn't wave his hand over such complicated proceedings. This.. this took a softer touch.

That softer touch took one month and seventeen days. He was fully credentialed and now a full time specialist working for the hospital. Oh the interesting people he got to play with. None were quite as interesting as Simon though. That was why Lucas felt so.. giddy when the door opened before him. He folded his hands behind his back and walked in with a smooth stride. The white jacket a stark change to his previous attire. It only countered the blackness in his eyes. He watched dispassionately while Simon's binds were checked one last time and the men he couldn't for the life of him remember the names of stepped out of the room.

His eyes slowly turned over the room, his steps taking him away from Simon at first, his hands still clasped calmly behind him. Simon's words burned. Lucas could feel the frazzled gaze on his back. He didn't turn around. Not until he finished talking. "Hallucinations?" He asked sharply, insulted. He regarded Simon, eyes flickering up and down his form before he stepped forward in defined steps, slow and purposed. "You believe me a figment of your imagination?" Lucas laughed at the possibility. He came to Simon's side and crouched down, long fingers slid gently through Simon's hair, almost caressing him as Lucas unlatched the muzzle and dragged it away from Simon's mouth. He held it up and smiled, "Better?"
 
Simon watched the other male, blinking when it sounded like he was angry. Why would his hallucination be angry at being addressed as such. He wondered if he were angry at himself for something so his mind was waging war on itself in a very strange way. Simon suddenly wondered if he would be beating himself up soon for something he didn't even remember doing.

His eyes followed the form and the gentle swaying of the white coat that he wore, it barely offsetting the darkness of his eyes. Simon began to lean away from the approaching figure but he could lean back too far or he'd fall backwards, watching the outstretched hand warily. The touch was certainly real. There was no possible way he could imagine a feeling as gentle and calming, though his eyes meant demon, and why on earth would a demon be so kind.

Simon felt the mask fall away from his face, looking into Lucas' face and unable to keep himself from smiling a little "much. Though if you could get rid of this" he said, shaking his arms and in turn the buckles on the jacket "that would be great" he admitted, looking up at the other. Simon suddenly remembered why he had thought Lucas was a hallucination and grew angry that he wasn't "you left me here for almost two entire months. What the hell were you doing? You come marching in here and tell me you need my help and then you leave me in here while they keep sending idiot doctors for me to talk to."

Simon looked on angrily at the other, his eyes scanning the others face for clues as to what he really wanted and why he needed the help of an insane angel trapped in a mortal body. He wondered how binding the contract was, of if there technically was a contract. Simon didn't really believe in verbal contracts and he hadn't given up his blood anytime recently. Maybe he could just tell this looney to fuck off and he wouldn't have to worry about it, maybe he could just die in peace, even if he didn't have his wings with him after all. "I don't think you told me what your name was" he said after a little while, wondering if he were a lesser demon or a greater, maybe it would help him have an idea of what he was wanting.
 
Lucas allowed a low chuckle to escape his chest as Simon teased him to remove the jacket binding his arms. Instead, Lucas seemed far more interested in the mask that he had pulled from Simon. Lucas rocked back allowing Simon his space as his thumb rolled over the smooth plastic. The metal bars that marked the mouth's location was strangely ironic. They were imprisoning Simon's lips, his teeth, and his tongue. Lucas smiled a hungry smile, imagining those lips bloomed in red, rending flesh and gnawing bone. Lucas' tongue slipped free, brushing across his own lips before his mind returned to reality, dark eyes drifting up to Simon.

"You are angry" Lucas observed, as if he had not heard a single thing Simon had said. Though he did draw out a sigh, his hand waving as he set the mask down and dropped down onto the bed beside Simon, flopping back to sprawl across the sparse bed like it was his very own. "I never promised I would free you from these white walls." He waved his hand over his head again, gesturing to Simon's little prison. "I could. Oh yes, I could." He teased Simon, "but you are broken, and I need you.. tamed."

He sat up again, spinning a little to cross his legs and face Simon, his white coat flying out behind him. He had a nice little name tag on it, he pointed at it with a confident grin, "My name is Doctor Smith." Again he teased Simon, just to see his reaction. He was feeling.. particularly happy today. Why not have some fun. "You can call me Lucas."
 
Simon looked at the demon who suddenly flipped down on the bed as if it were his own. His eyes narrowed slightly at him when he spoke "I am not some dog and I am not broken," he replied angrily and looked away from him. "I did not agree to just sit here while you do whatever you feel like when I'm sitting in some cell without even some decent food." Simon turned to watch the other and frowned, waiting for him to give an actual name and not the name he used to infiltrate the hospital. "Lucas" he said, trying the name on his tongue.

He was sitting there, motionless, when he suddenly moved quickly, bringing his leg up towards Lucas's head, attempting to pin his neck underneath his shin. "Two fucking months you left me here you son of a bitch! For what?! So you could get into the pants of all the nurses before you decided to catch up with me again? You're damn right I'm fucking angry!" He yelled, footsteps sounding down the hall as the two idiots who usually watched him came to check in to make sure Simon was still somewhat under control. "You alright Doc?" One asked, preferring to leave them alone since he hated working with Simon. He always had to watch his fingers around this crazy.
 
"I remember exactly what you agreed to." Lucas said pointedly. His head tilted so that he could see the angel's sour mood written all over his body. "You agreed to help me. And in exchange, I free you." Lucas tilted his eyes to the ceiling once more. "I will free your soul, Simon. I said nothing about freeing your filthy human body from this place."

He would have said more. Oh did he love to speak down to the man who could go no lower in the wrungs of mortal life. He would have, but his words were cut off when the heavy bone of Simon's shin pressed into his throat. A snort pressed out of him as his dark eyes flickered up to Simon's smoldering gaze. He met it with a cool gaze, though his face was getting red without the proper circulation. He hadn't even lift his hands to push the man. No, what he really seemed to be doing was observing.

The knock at the door drew Lucas' eyes away. He heard the call. Ah, the men, coming to check on the mad patient and the good doctor. Lucas smiled.

His hand lift to press against Simon's him and, in a mad rush, inhuman strength pushed into Simon, bowling him over as Lucas flipped the man. Simon's back hit the mattress and Lucas was suddenly there, on top of him. Excited breath escaped between Lucas' lips as he pressed his hand's into Simon's shoulders, pinning him while he settled himself between Simon's legs, pressing him with a mad grin on his face.

"I'm fine boys. Give me some time to work. I will call when I need you." He was the voice of professionalism.
 
Being on top of Lucas gave the angel a sense of power he hadn't felt in so, so long. His breath had quickened a bit and he looked down on him in anger, wanting the power that was rightfully his instead of having to cower to these mere mortals incessantly. The lack of fear struck deep inside of him as well, only furthering his anger of his position. Before, merely his presence would strike fear in demons, now he was a joke, nothing to be taken seriously. But how could he blame them? He had been forced into the body of a mortal. A pathetic, weak mortal. A body that could not even handle him. That was falling apart because he was simply too great a creature.

Simon heard the knock, though didn't associate it with men. He was too focused on the demon beneath him whose face was growing redder as the short amount of time passed. In one moment Lucas was smiling, the next Simon was on his back, sucking in as the air was knocked from his lungs in the quick movement. His eyes shot to the door, wondering if the men had heard the noise and if they would enter. He wondered what they would do if they did. It was his word against Lucas' and he could easily make it appear as if he had been attacking him, though he had he had not been a real threat. The demon was clearly having too much fun to let him go now, the angel glaring up at the other as he was pinned to the mattress.

Simon let a flash of pain cross his face, his body writhing underneath him until Lucas pressed harder, stilling him. Breathing nervously, Simon looked up into Lucas' face and wondered what was going through the man's head. Simon was mad. That much was clear. But Lucas, he seemed to be completely bonkers as well. Or he was just a sadist and enjoyed his job here a little too much. Simon cursed these pathetic bodies and their tender weakness, hating the fact that a little force in one area could bring a man to his knees and tears to his eyes. "What do you want Lucas?" His voice came out rough, a little worried with the man pushing down on him like that. "Do you mind? This is a little intimate for a second date," he said, trying to be clever when he realized that Lucas might actually want that from him along with whatever else his ambitions were set on.
 
The men on the other side of the door never replied. Lucas watched the door with a dull interest, waiting until he was sure the men were gone. They were. His words had given them a clear excuse to leave without getting their fingers bit. Simon's words were what pulled his attention back to the man laid out before him, like a dish waiting to be eaten. Lucas smiled again. "I don't appreciate being attacked, Simon." His words held a touch of teasing disappointment his smile widened to a full grin and he rolled his hips, pressing himself between Simon's legs as his dark eyes glinted with absolute glee. He was playing with Simon.

"I have offered you your freedom. Your wings on silver platter. And what do you do?" He slid closer to Simon, ensuring every part of him was against Simon. His cheek brushed against the angel's and hot words whispered into the curves of Simon's ear, "You bite my hand."

A warm tongue slipped out and ran the edges of Simon's ear, sliding down to his earlobe as a hand lift and gripped at the locks of Simon's hair, tugging them tight between clenched fist, steadying Simon as the tongue pulled Simon's earlobe between sharp teeth. Lucas bit down until he tasted blood. His tongue quickly slid over it to lap at the small drop of blood. "I thought you wanted to be free. I thought you craved your wings, Simon" His voice dropped low as he rumbled in his chest.
 
Simon prayed he would get off. He could handle the demon being in the room but this? This was a little bit too much. Why was he such an idiot? He shouldn't have agreed to anything Lucas had said. But his wings. His beautiful, wonderfully white, perfect wings. He wanted them so badly. So very badly. His teeth were clenched tightly with his discomfort, looking up at the other. So many emotions were running through his head and his eyes were like an open book into his soul, surprise appearing as he felt Lucas pressing against him. His face flushed a bright red and he tried to take his mind away from the fact that someone was rubbing against his body in a way that he had never felt before.

The demon was then so close. So close he could not even see his eyes though their skin touched and Simon closed his own eyes, hoping it would stop. His words sent a minute shudder through his body, unable to help what his body was responding to even though his mind had the brakes on and yelling at the demon to quit. 'Oh God, kill me now' the man prayed, feeling the tongue as well as the arousal in the pit of his stomach that burned like acid. "You left me" he whispered softly, almost pleading with the man for something though he wasn't sure what.

His head was steadied though his eyes remained closed, not even trying to fight him at this point. A gutteral noise of pain came from his lungs and he moved his hips around to try and get Lucas to roll off of him. "I do" Simon whined desperately, his body going limp as he gave up against him. There was no use fighting him when he could even use his arms to fight back. Simon had never been one to think about sex as something he would do. It just wasn't. He had never even experienced lust because he hadn't allowed himself to but when he heard his name spoken by Lucas, a sort of need filled him and he wanted to hear him speak that way again though he would never, ever admit that to him. He wasn't real enthusiastic admitting it to himself. "Lucas please," Simon begged, not knowing what he was begging for. Perhaps mercy, death, sex, or a number of things all at the same time.
 
"I made no promise to stay." Lucas hissed back, his lips running gently across the angel's ear. Oh he did love to hear the soft, confused gasps escaping from his angel. The look of dread and anticipation flickering across his eyes was positively intoxicating. Lucas' nose slid through the golden locks, his body sliding up Simon's to follow his head. Simon smelled like human and institution and frustration. It curled in Lucas' stomach and the demon's grip tightened against Simon's locks in retaliation.

Lucas, please. The demon's eyes opened and he leaned back, just so, to lay his gaze over his angel's expressive face. Silence filled the air as dark eyes took careful, focused attention to the details of Simon. Flushed cheeks, parted lips, pleading eyes. Simon was looking at him, at Lucas, with such lost confusion. He was looking at Lucas to guide him, and yet the mad angel was repulsed at his own reactions. An angel brought to lust. It was beautiful.

His black eyes suddenly flash of deep, blood red. He leaned forward, his hips rolled into Simon as his lips captured those parted beauties. Lusting, sinfully skilled lips completely overtook Simon's as he kissed rough and cruel, lips parting to flick his tongue along the delicious lips. Lips that consumed and twisted in insanity. Lips he would control without remorse. He tugged Simon's lower lip much as he done with his ear. The moment the tender flesh touched Lucas' teeth, he bit, hard.

The taste of blood was enough to cause a low groan to escape the demon. Hungry and demanding. Lucas sighed as his tongue roved over the split. His hold on Simon's hair ensured the angel could not pull away from Lucas' abuse.
 
This was so strange. Is this what all sex started with? Smelling? Was Lucas really smelling him? And angels gave up their wings for this. So they could lay with a creature and willingly commit adultery. A growl surfaced as his hair was pulled tighter, wondering if he would have any hair left at the end of these five years with Lucas. What was he doing? Was he finished? Simon didnt believe it himself but he could entertain the thought of release with Lucas pulled back, just looking at Simon. As opposed to Simon, Lucas was completely shut off. Simon couldn't tell at all what he was thinking or planning on doing. If he had, maybe he could have avoided all of this.

Simon's breath hitched as the black became red, struggling some though his head was immobile. Pleasure shot through him and he let out a strangled moan, lips parting before being taken roughly. Lucas' lips were dominating, pushing against his and capturing his bottom lip within his teeth. The angel fought then, tasting the blood in his own mouth and the pain accompanying it. His head would not move, even if he didnt mind the pain of pulling his hair, the demons grip was simply too tight. He raised his hips to try and move him, but all he got was a soft noise of pleasure, unable to keep from making the noise.

Pain mixed with pleasure. That's what he did. Either to train him to know pain was pleasurable, or because he was a sadist and enjoyed mixing the two, which is what Simon was leaning towards. He liked to think he would have been able to fight him off had he not been wearing this jacket, but Lucas was still stronger than him and Simon's fighting would have just angered him enough to make the pain worse. Hearing the groan from the other as he tastes blood pleases him, deep, deep inside of himself for some reason unknown. Lucas stilled while his tongue ran over the cut he had made, giving Simon's poor lips a rest against the abuse they had just received. There was no doubt they would be swollen for a little while following the incident, but maybe Simon could keep this from happening again in the near future.
 
Lucas enjoyed the taste of Simon's blood, he enjoyed Simon's feeble attempts to force Lucas off of him and he enjoyed the way he fought the kiss, as if there was ever a chance he could control it. What Lucas loved was the sounds that continued to escape the man pinned below him. The tones were primal and real as they slipped away from him. Lucas could practically feel the frustration the man must feel for being so out of control of his weak, mortal cell. His moans were filled with lust, need, anger and confusion. Lucas wanted more.

His tongue slipped away as his kisses moved down. They were soft at first, fluttered kisses across his chin and down his jaw. As he reached the man's ear, his tongue slipped out and drew in Simon's lobe once again to suckle just a moment. It was all delicious, but there was so much more to explore. His lips parted and his kisses grew stronger as they trailed down his neck, sucking at the skin so briefly with each touch, searching for what would cause another desperate sound to escape the angel.

Each time Simon squirmed and fought, Lucas rolled his hips against Lucas, forcing him to feel every bit of his growing prick. The hand held free moved down the jacket, fingers feeling rough canvas and leather buckles. He pressed his fingertips into the material until he met the edge of the thick jacket. His fingers curled under it to slide against the pale flesh of Simon's stomach. He pushed the canvas jacket tight as his fingers trailed up, pressing, exploring, marking. They curled around Simon's side and slid back down, trailing over Simon's narrow hips and hooked under Simon's thin hospital sweats. He tugged at them as his lips met the nape of the angel's neck. His tongue slid out, lapping at the salts of his skin before he pressed forward, teeth biting into Simon's soft flesh as he thrust into Simon's crotch, urging him to sing for Lucas.
 
If Simon was given a choice he would much have preferred the soft, light kisses to the rough one any day, though with these he expected one to turn violent like the previous had been. As the kisses moved towards his ear his body willingly titled his head back minutely, giving Lucas a bit more room to do his bidding than protesting right then, soft noises passing his lips. The closer to his ear the other got the more he protested, not wanting to be bitten again like before. Simon whimpered softly when his lobe was sucked on, giving a relieved sigh once released again.

All of a sudden he felt cold fingertips on his belly, sucking in sharply in surprise before his body relaxed again to the stiffness he had assumed since Lucas had began his assault. "What're you....?" Simon started freaking again when the hand started heading south again, temporarily forgetting the lips on his neck soon replaced by a tongue. "Aahhhh! Lucas!" The exclamation was accompanied with Simon's hips jerking, pulling his knees up and trying to close his legs, hating the fact that it felt so good when Lucas moved against him down there.

"Lucas," he groaned desperately again, digging his heels into the bed beneath him and struggling against him though it only made it worse by rubbing his sensitive, almost sore by now, member against the other. "Make it stop!" He whined, fighting the demon even more now as the pressure started building within him. He hated himself right now. He had been able to deal with the things he had done before. It had been necessary and he was being punished for it. But this, this was completely unnecessary and he was deriving so much pleasure from it.

Simon was moaning, writhing underneath Lucas and no matter how much he hated himself for loving it, he still loved it and wanted Lucas to keep doing it and continue pushing him further and further. It just felt too good and he was too far gone to truly want it to stop now.
 
"nnh.." Lucas groaned into the crook of the mortal man as his name was called so desperately. His body moved with Simon as the angel pressed upward. Lucas could feel the angel's hard member easily against the thin material and he pushed back so easily, allowing their members to rut against each other with useless frustration. It would get neither of them off. Lucas would only allow that when he was ready.

His tongue slipped out again as he lapped at Simon's new mark, the skin already turning dark in the circle where his teeth clenched shut. When he was satisfied with his inspection. He leaned back to loom over Simon. His hand removed from his waistband and with both hands he removed the straight-jacket strap that folded between Simon's legs. It flopped free and Lucas hiked the canvas material up roughly, exposing Simon's midriff. He let go of the canvas, only to turn his attention to the flimsy sweats. He curled his long fingers around the edge and he tugged downward, dropping the material down past Simon's knees, leaving them to catch at his ankles as Lucas settled between thighs once more.

A hand reached out and slid down Simon's cheek, his thumb brushed across the soft bottom lip. "Simon" Lucas's voice was deep and controlled. His other hand slid over Simon's raised knee, fingers caressing the curves of the unscarred flesh before it trailed, slowly, down his milky thighs. His thumb pulled at Simon's lip and two fingers, middle and index, forced their way into the angel's mouth and pressed into his tongue, "Suck." The demon commanded, dark eyes focused so completely onto Simon's expression, "Wet them. Now."
 
Simon let out a long moan as the bruised skin was licked, his head falling back as his hair was finally released. He stretched some, watching Lucas unbuckle the strap between his legs and force the jacket up his stomach, getting goosebumps from the sudden rush of air to his skin. A new wave of blood rushed to his head, darkening his face from his sudden indecency. Simon instantly calmed with the sound of his name and the gentle touch, looking up at Lucas with a sort of fondness and hatred.

"Oh God," the angel muttered softly as the hand slowly worked down his leg, a shudder running up his spine. His pupils dilated from arousal though his eyes narrowed slightly in confusion at the command he was given. It was strange having the digits in his mouth when he was trying to bite them off. What was more strange was the fact that they were in his mouth and he didnt want to bite them. His tongue pushed against them some, just tasting, before closing his lips around them and sucking a little, wondering why he was doing it and what he planned on doing with them.

A stray thought crossed his mind, wondering why they had been left alone for so long. Usually he wasn't allowed to be alone with someone more than a few minutes before someone would come and check up on them. Maybe Lucas had talked them into it, which would make plenty on sense if it only took him the few weeks to even get solitary time with him. Simon shook his sweats free from his ankles so he could separate them again, letting his knees rest against Lucas' thighs as he focused on his face, his mouth, and his dark, dark eyes.
 
"There is no god here." Lucas hissed out, fingers suddenly digging into Simon's muscles where they had once caressed. His eyes flashed dangerously while his gaze bore down upon his angel, "Only me. Only ever me. Remember that." He squeezed, just tight enough for Simon to remember the pain before his hand and body smoothed back into the liquid flow of lust and desire. His hand slid down, caressing where they had left red angry marks only moments earlier.

As Simon shifted his legs wider, Lucas moved himself closer. Close enough where the fabric of his business suit pants rubbed against Simon's naked thighs with careless abandoned. Lucas was completely clothed, but Simon was now bare from the waist down. Lucas rolled his hips slowly, teasingly. His own cock was at full attention as it pressed against the fabric. He used it to rub against Simon's testicles, using slow, torturous motions.

He never once looked down. His eyes smoldered with intent but his expression remained focused and studious. His dark eyes watched Simon's lips move around his fingers, hesitant at first but soon he grew bolder and Lucas rewarded him with a particularly hard push and a purring sigh. "Good.." He praised, his fingers sliding deeper until they reached the knuckles. His angel didn't bite him, though he could feel those teeth scraping gently as the tongue swirled around his digits. Teeth that have ripped flesh from so many others. Teeth that have chewed and gnawed and bared so fiercely now sat tamed and harmless behind sucking, flushed lips. Lucas sighed again. His hand moved away from Simon's hip and slowly wrapped around his engorged member. He pumped twice in slow succession, letting Simon feel the relief only briefly before his fingers pulled free, strings of spit hung between them as he pulled away. "Good, Simon.. now you will relax for me."

He shifted back, his hand moving from Simon's throbbing member and back to his knee. He pushed it away, spreading his legs further as wet fingers slid under the testicles and rubbed firmly against tight, twitching muscles.
 
Simon had nodded meekly after being told there was no god there, preferring not to endure the pain again. Pain was a remarkable incentive. Honestly. Introduce a little pain and you get things accomplished. It astounded him just how quickly Lucas' moods could flip from being so harsh and demanding to gentle. The rough clothing rubbed against his sensitive skin, his hips jerking a little to get some extra friction and maybe some relief. Oh God, he barely managed to keep it in his mouth. Simon didn't even know that something could feel so wonderful and terrible at the same time. The pressure was just enough to drive him nuts and the slow movements only made it worse.

Simon moaned around the fingers when he got the harder push and heard the praise, making a mental note to do what he requested when it benefited him this much. Eyes went up to meet his as even more of his fingers were pushed into his mouth, tongue bathing them like he'd been told. "Uhhhh" he couldn't keep his mouth closed then, his eyes shutting. He never imagined you could get so much pleasure from just one part of your body. It was amazing. He could now understand why angels left their home for this, and the way Lucas handled his body was absolutely sinful.

Simon wanted more. He needed more. He was suddenly glad the jacket had been forced on him. If it hadn't things might've turned out differently and he was much too willing to bathe in this sin. Telling someone to relax was almost just asking for them to tense, but Simon seemed to manage calming himself down enough to get his body to relax, wanting to relish in the pleasure Lucas was giving. He widened his legs, Lucas settling between them and then felt his fingers and eventually push inside of him. A mix of emotions crossed his face, his mouth opening as if to say something but finding no words. It didnt feel bad, just strange, like nothing should be going in there.

His breathing shallowed and quickened, his face flushed. If he thought the inward movement was strange the outward was even worse, his hole clenching as if trying to keep the fingers within. Simon bit his lip, moaning softly. "Lucas.....Lucas I want more," he admitted almost silently, looking slightly embarrassed by his statement.
 
Lucas pressed against Simon's entrance, wet fingers sliding over the tense ring of muscle, slicking the entrance with Simon's own saliva before he began to push. First one finger slid in and worked the muscle. There was no urgency or rush. Lucas was precise and almost cruel as he slid his finger deeper, working him open while his cock remained tense, throbbing, and forgotten.

His finger pulled back again and he heard Simon gasp, his words came to him at a whisper. Lucas leaned forward, two fingers sliding just into the entrance and no further. "Whats that? Simon, you must beg me. I want to hear that broken voice of yours, my dear angel." He growled as his fingers sunk deeper now. Deeper than one finger along. They slid along inside Simon, seeking the spot Simon never knew existed.

His long digits easily found the deep prostate. He smiled almost wickedly as he dragged his fingers in a slow, circular pattern. "Oh Simon.. the things I am going to do to you."
 
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