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Will You Run From Me? (Sasha and Sacred)

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sasha

Super-Earth
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Jan 11, 2009
Sometimes Adrian would sit and think about the past. A past he hardly remembered. A past he honestly didn't remember. But there was some fabricated material there. Like touching a piece of fabric that you just couldn't name. He had semblances of thoughts.

Like now. There was a very familiar sensation nearby, as he sat in this coffee shop like he normally did on Thursday nights, waiting for some poor soul to step up on stage and begin singing. Somehow these thoguhts seemed natural of the situation though, like some kind of false lull. A gas that you get used to within seconds, despite the fact that it's slowly killing you. That is exactly what those thoughts were to him in this moment, and he had to realize them before he signed away his own life. Adrian couldn't place this sense just yet, but it was near. FAR to close for comfort.

Part of him wanted to run. An instinct that went far beyond just the surface. He was a deer. A deer who could recognize a predator nearby. This wasn't merited though. He had no reason to feel this way. He was here, drinking his overly sweet vanilla latte in this passe coffee shop. He had a normal job, it had been a normal day. This was some kind of paranoia. It had to be. Maybe he was on the verge of a breakdown. What was that terrible ticking in the back of his head, warning him of a threat that just wasn't present?

Who would be after him anyway?

Adrian wasn't exactly a normal looking man. He had creamy pale skin and long blonde(almost white) hair to match. This was not the way most angels looked, it was simply Adrian's appearance. His eyes were a distinct bright blue. He had been unfortunate, losing his memory. He'd pass people and hear that he 'looked like an angel.' A stereotypical angel, sure. And that's exactly what he was. A stereotypical angel.

While he looked 'stereotypical', for a 'human' he was quite attractive. He had lean muscle, with just enough fat to make his pants fit well. His lips were full and he had nice cheekbones. Overall, he had a great run at dating. Men and women alike. Work at the office had picked up though, and he'd dropped out of that game.

Now all he had was his Thursday night coffee. And a bank account filled to the brim with money that he knew nothing of. So now he had his coffee. He was fine, and he had convinced himself that no one would approach him. Or would they?
 
That evening was starting off only slightly different than a normal night for Damien. Again he had gotten sick of his large, lavish mansion on the edge of town. Some would call him foolish or spoiled for getting sick of living in such impressive luxury but Damien would probably just tell those people to fuck off anyway so he didn't care. His life was boring these days compared to the amazing adventures of his past life. While now he was some boring sod who did everything that a successful man of his age did like fuck, drink, and occasionally mope around he had in the past been a far more interesting person, the kind that had instilled fear in the hearts of many and killed as he felt like it. These days the only adventure was when the bar he preferred got in a new scotch for him to try. Tonight would luckily end up to be far more interesting than his normal life and it was all while he was walking to the bar that functioned as his home away from home.

Damien was like a declawed wolf these days. He had razor-sharp senses that were definitely superhuman which was of course not surprising to the few who knew what he really was. He was a predator who didn't often get to hunt but that still had a large hunger for the delicious prey that he had hunted for many years. Angels. There was nothing that simultaneously angered him and pleased him as much as smelling one of the few angels that still walked the Earth. These days it was an extremely rare occurrence, the kind of thing that he wished for but never got.

Today, though, was his lucky day. He had taken a rather roundabout way towards his favorite bar probably to give himself more time to brood under the pale light of the streetlamps. Damien was passing by a coffee shop, one that he would never pay a second glance to, when a familiar sense was triggered in his mind. He stopped for just a moment as his thin lips curled up into a smirk. An angel. There was an angel nearby. His dull gray eyes scanned the area around him for a moment before he looked up at the sign to the coffee shop. With his eyes scanning like a hawk looking for fish he walked into the coffee ship in search of his prey.

Damien was the kind of man that would often not turn second glances but that was rewarding for those that did look twice. He was a tall, lean man with sinewy muscles and pale, unhealthy looking skin like he spent too much time inside. He had half-lidded, brooding eyes that normally scanned with the interest of a minimum wage fast food employee. He had black hair that fell down his forehead in well-groomed bangs. He had a slim face with a long chin and thin lips. Damien was a good dressed and that night was in a black suit-coat and a matching pair of slacks. A watch worth more than the salaries of many of the people in the coffee shop adorned his wrist.

Few looked at him as he walked into the establishment. He was normally a scotch man but to blend in he ordered a cup of black coffee for himself. Once it was in hand the hunt could begin. It was an easy hunt, though, as there was one man that stuck out like a sore thumb among humans. There was an angel sitting there like nothing was going on. Damien couldn't help but grin arrogantly as he made his way over to where the angel was sitting. There was no reason to make a scene right now so he simply took a seat next to the angel. He grabbed hold of the angel's thigh under the table in a strong hand. “Funny seeing you here.” Damien hissed as he looked at the cute angel.
 
Adrian had not expected anybody to come at him and be so forward. Nobody had ever been /that/ forward before. He'd had plenty of people hit on him and send distinct messages his way in terms of flirting, but he never had someone be so upfront with him. He had just settled down and finished half of his drink before that feeling returned to him, the uneasy one he had been feeling before. It made him swallow as he glanced over to the man who had just taken a seat next to him.

"I-" His eyes widened, but he lowered his gaze to the table as to not make a scene. He took in a little breath and swallowed. That hand on his thigh was borderline threatening. "I don't know what you mean..." Honestly, he really didn't. Adrian knew nothing of his past. Snippets of it perhaps, but nothing to reveal what he was. He knew that he was something with a very high tolerance for sickness. He also knew that he wasn't exactly normal. He had been alive for a long time.

"I'm sorry... I've never seen you before." He felt like a flighty bird and essentially that is what he was. He was frightened more than anything. In the past he would have been on instant guard but even that was lost to him now.
 
Damien had expected his new prey to run as soon as he saw him so to see the young-looking man simply sitting there after the firm hand on his thigh was a bit surprising. It did hopefully mean that things would be easier which was a plus as he didn't like to show off his demonic strength in the middle of a group of humans because they generally got pretty freaked out by the sight of him using one arm to throw another man across the room without a lot of difficulty.

He cocked a curious eyebrow when the angel claimed to have absolutely no idea who he was and what was going on. For a moment he was pretty sure that it was one of those little tricks that angels liked to use when they got caught but there was genuine awkwardness and confusion in the angel's facial expression and body language. “You haven't? Well, I remember you pretty well. So, how about you come with me right now?” Damien said insistently as his hand tightened down with enough force to leave a mark. It would be a bit surprising if an angel just decided to come with him but this one did seem particularly dense.
 
Adrian did seem a bit dense, however he was not THAT dense. He knew he was in a threatening situation by the grip on his thigh. When it got even tighter, he knew he should worry. The angel took in a breath to try and hold off on a pained noise he really needed to exit his lips. That would leave a bruise... Being an angel he was particularly sensitive to touch like that, especially with such demonic strength. His blue eyes moved over to his coffee, then back over to Damien.

The man stood up and nodded to the demon, who he didn't know yet was a demon. For all he knew this man was just some man from his past maybe? But that grab to his leg seemed a little more intimate. He swallowed and nodded outside, which is where he stepped. He knew better than to start a ruckus. While he wasn't sure just what he was, he knew he wasn't exactly normal either.
 
This was the point where angels normally tried when of their petty spells. This was the point where the angel really had his last chance to escape before falling prey to the demon in front of him but again he acted like he had no idea what was going on now. The resigned nod just strengthened the smirk on Damien's lips. He grabbed the angel by the back of his collar as he stood up. “Come on, let's go. I have some things to show you.” The demon hissed out as he pulled ot make sure that the angel came to his feet and followed.

Once the two of them were outside in the cool air of the evening he glanced over at the cute angel for just a moment. “So, what were you doing in a place like this? Were you looking to get caught or are you just thick like all of your kin?” The demon teased as he kept pulling the angel along with him towards the mansion that he called home.
 
The reason that Adrian had wanted to step outside was to confront this man, so when they got a few blocks away, out of the eyes of any passersby he frowned and pulled away. Or at least he tried to pull away. "What do you mean?" He really didn't understand. Only a thousand years ago Adrian would have brilliantly lit up the sky with magic in defense, but he could hardly move something with his mind anymore, and even that was a mystery to him.

"Look." He snapped, attempting to pull himself away from the man more forcefully. But like a bird, he was quite weak. "I don't know who you are, or what you want from me." He led off, narrowing those sweet looking eyes a little. "But I won't have any part of it, now if this is some kind of practical joke, then fuck off." What a sudden change of mood...
 
Damien rolled his eyes when the angel acted like he had no idea what was going on with this. He had seen some dumb angels in his time who had tried some stupid plans to attempt to get away from a demon but this was a new one. Feigning ignorance about what was going on was probably the most futile attempt to get away that he had ever seen.

When the angel attempted to pull away from him Damien turned to look at him with anger raging in his eyes. He pushed the angel into an alleyway and picked him up with one hand before slamming him against the brick wall with enough force to crack the mortar. “This is no joke, angel. I want your power, and I'm going to take it from you. If you want to at least survive this encounter I would suggest stopping your idiotic protests. You're testing my patience.” The demon growled out angrily.
 
Adrian didn't understand. Was this some kind of joke put on by his friends? He knew a few people knew that he had amnesia. And it wouldn't be something they hadn't done before. He spoke up before the man shoved him into the wall though, his voice turning into a bit of a growl. "I don't know who put you up to this, but they're fucked up. Just because I have a messed up memory doesn't mean I won't remember thi-" But the air was knocked out of him as he was slammed against the wall.
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> All of the air was pushed out of him. If he were a human, he would have been utterly broken. But he only had lost his breath. This man definitely wasn't human either. "Look," His voice came out in more of a whispered groan this time. "I don't know what you're talking about. But I don't have any power." Nothing he could control at least. When Damien finally got a taste of him he would know that Adrian was different. He was not just any angel. He was a high caliber angel with a very high ranking taste. Something absolutely irresistible to demons. Honestly, Damien could fetch a high price for him on the black market. That did still happen. Demon's caught angels and sold them off to the highest bidders. But oftentimes the Demons that acquired the angels killed them off within only a few weeks, not knowing how to control their hunger.
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> "I have nothing to give you..." He answered softly.
 
Some of this finally began to make sense when Adrian remarked that he had a messed up memory. This angel had acted pretty ignorant about what was going on and hadn't evne managed to cast any of the magic that was normally used to ward off demons like him. A short laugh came form his lips at the joke that this was somehow a plot from his friends to get him riled up. It was wishful thinking to think that something as innocent as that was going on considering that in the end it would be far, far worse than a practical joke.

“You may not know, weakling, but I do. I can smell it on you. You have the power I need right now and I'm going to take it all from you no matter if you like it or not. You're going to become mine.” The demon hissed before slapping Adrian across the cheek as a sign of control. He could tell already that this angel would be a delicious meal for him and planned to get everything that she could out of him. He slammed the angel into the wall a few more times to get him shaken up. “There are two ways this can go. I can take power from you here and kill you, or I can take you back to my house and let you live long enough for me to fully get whatever I want from you. Which one would you prefer?” He growled out as he set his face right in front of that of the beautiful angel.
 
> Adrian tried to swallow down those words. Words that were really hard to accept. Was that true? He did feel some indistinct sensation in him. It was depressing though, like some language that he knew but could not speak. That was his magic. He had it but it was repressed, something he couldn't use. Would this man teach him how to use it, was that what he was saying? Or did this man just plan on using him? Maybe Damien could teach him a little of the pa-
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> But in the middle of his musings he felt that slap to his face and then those slams. This was not going to be a friendly encounter, clearly. "I-" He raised his hands, thin fingers splayed out like wings in an attempt to block the blows. "I will go with you!" He replied quickly, shaking his head. "But you're wrong." It was more of a mumble than anything.
 
Damien thought for a while that this was finally going poorly. He didn't like using violence around where humans were because seeing people thrown around and throw walls tended to attract a lot of attention and give more fuel to the conspiracy theory types who confused demons for being aliens, the Illuminati, government-created super-soldiers, or some combination of the three. He was ready to bring his hand down again when Adrian agreed to come with him. “We'll see about that.” He hissed as he grabbed Adrian by the wrist and started walking again.

Soon they arrived at his home, a large dark building with a gate around it to keep out any curious people. It was an older house which pleased a nearly immortal being like him. Damien led the angel to the door and unlocked it before pushing him in. “So, what were you doing out in public, angel? Trying to get caught or something like that.” He teased as he grabbed Adrian by the neck.
 
Adrian was glad that the violence had stopped. He knew that he hadn't experienced that before. Not in this memory at least. There were moments that he remembered before. Moments be had done this to people. They flashed back to him then. And they were more traumatizinf than not. The angel swallowed and followed Damien silently.

When they arrived he looked up curioualy at the house, but was quickly sjoved inside. And upon arriving Damien had a wonderful welcome for him, a hand at his throat. "Listen..." he gulped for air, afraid he might not get anymore. "If I am what I am, I don't know." He shoved at the demon. "So just fuck off about that."
 
Seeing the angel gulping desperately for air sent odd sparks of arousal through Damien. Like most demons he naturally enjoyed seeing others in pain or discomfort and it was even better when she knew that those feelings were ones that he was causing. The only reason that he didn't increase the pressure any more so was that Adrian could spaek.

A scoffing laugh came at the quick denial but the swearing and attempt to shove him away got anger flashing in his eyes. “You need to learn when to stop being an idiot and listen.” Damien growled as he pulled on Adrian's neck so that the angel was bent over and slammed his knee into the angel's stomach. “I could fucking kill you in a moment, remember that. You may be hardier than a human but I'm stronger than you.”
 
Adrian tried to remain calm. It was hard to in his situation. He usually wasn't so quick to anger. He had a very cool temper. But this man just brought something else out in him. "I-AM listening." He answered, taking in a breath before the man threw his knee against his stomach. The angel bent over, coughing and gasping for breath. He'd never experienced this before. Not that he remembered. And it was very painful. Probably more painful than before, when he had his own magic to heal himself.

"If you kill me you won't be able to absorb my 'power'..." Adrian coughed out, his voice tinged with sarcasm. He was here abducted by a man who was trying to tell him he was an angel. This was something for the books. Those blue eyes looked up to Damien, but he showed no sign of acting out again. Not yet at least.
 
Oh, there was nothing better than seeing an angel in pain. It was a combination of everything that he loved; making others feel pain and seeing angels getting what was coming to them. The smirk on his lips was one of pure evil as the angel gasped desperately for breath after the knee knocked the air out of him. It was obvious that Adrian was in pain at this point and he hoped that after enough of this the angel would finally wise up and do nothing more than accept what was coming to him.

“That's true, angel, but that doesn't mean I won't do it. The only thing I hate more than not feeding and that's insolence.” Damien growled as he grabbed Adrian by the chin to hold him so that they could stare into each other's eyes. “You're almost too good of a package, angel. I can barely decide what to do with you first. Part of me wants to see what kind of slutty ass you have but another part wants to get right to the feeding.” The demon hissed as his other hand ran slowly down the curves of Adrian's side.
 
That was something innate in demons, just in the way that angels felt they needed to degrade their counterparts. Angels did not get pleasure out of a demon's pain however. When battling, angels took no prisoners. They simply wanted to destroy the demon race. That was it. Demons on the other hand... There were still demons on earth dealing in the angel trade. A trade that was slowly dwindling. What little angels were left on earth had little to no power. This made them easy to kill, even on accident.

Adrian swallowed at the statement. He was not in a safe zone. Perhaps after Damien fed from him, then he would be. Adrian had a taste like no demon had likely ever acquired. Damien would likely deal with an insolent ass everyday just because of it. If he liked the rare taste, that is. When Damien pulled his eyes up the angel wanted to look away. But he knew he shouldn't. So he kept those bright blue eyes focused on the man. "I'm not a slut..." He really wasn't. He'd dated and perhaps given a kiss or two, but nothing more than that. Nothing that he remembered anyway...
 
Damien couldn't help but laugh as the angel insisted that he wasn't a slut. It was always funny to see the angels that were caught by demons attempt to hold onto some semblance of themselves before it was ripped away by either death or repeated torture at the hands of a demon (which often led to their death eventually). He had seen angels before who had claimed to be perfect vestal virgins but he was pretty sure that a cute guy like this was the type to only be a few steps from becoming the perfect slut.

“I guess that might be true, Angel, but it won't be for long. After a few hours with me I'm sure you'll wish that your hole was permanently plugged by my demonic cock. I know that every angel secretly wants to be treated like that.” Damien teased as he unbuckled his belt with the hand that wasn't holding onto the angel's chin. “So, Little Bird, what is it going to be? Should I rape you like the whore you are first or feed on you?” He hissed as he pushed his pants down which made the massive bulge in his boxers obvious. The insult was a common phrase used by demons against their weaker angel enemies.
 
Adrian honestly wasn't a slut! He hadn't even slept with anyone, at least not that he knew of. The poor angel kept his eyes locked onto Damien's the entire time. It was a difficult thing to do, something he wasn't used to. He'd lived his life without much confrontation. So facing some stranger like this was so abstract to him.

"I won't want anything like that!" He snarled, trying to pull his chin away. He honestly didn't care what Damien did first. Maybe feeding off of him would be better? Then he'd be tired for the fuck and would probably pass out halfway through. While he might not have had sex, the Angel had seen cocks. And this was a huge one. The sight of it was frightening in itself.
 
Damien really didn't give a fuck which one Adrian had asked him to do first. He was fine with making the angel eh was in control for just a moment so that he could rip it away from him and remind him that now that he had entered the home of a demon he wasn't in charge. Even if he wasn't a slut he would be very soon with all of the sex Damien would be heaping onto him.

“Tsk tsk, still lying to yourself?” The demon growled as he tightened his hold on the Angel's face. He cocked his first back before swinging it forward and punching Adrian across the face. “What's your name, Little Bird? I want to know what to growl as I fill you up with my cum.” He hissed as he pushed his underwear down to let his cock flop out. It was fourteen inches of thick, throbbing cock and it still wasn't fully hard.
 
Adrian was about to choose when he felt that fist make contact with his face. The angel let out a pant when the demon was done with that, licking over his lip. He tasted blood there. The punch had broken his bottom lip. "The feeding..." He groaned out, his eyes shutting for a moment before he looked back up to the demon.

"My name is Adrian." He swallowed and looked down to that cock. "Fuck..." He couldn't hold in that comment. That was going to fit inside of him? Demons were quite larger than angels. By a LOT clearly.
 
The sweet smell of angel blood quickly flooded the air after the punch collided with his face. It was the most fragrant thing that Damien had gotten to smell in quite a long time and it made him even more hungry for Adrian's body. “The feeding? Too late, I'm going to rape you first.” He growled as he saw the angel looking at his cock.

“Do you like what you see, Little Bird? I could tell that dick like this would get you excited.” Damien hissed before ripping Adrian's pants down to let his own cock out. “I hope that you have some practice so that my dick will fit inside of you.”
 
Adrian hoped that maybe the smell of his blood might help speed things along. Maybe Damien would actually listen to what he had requested. But it seemed this man was intent on humiliating him. Which he was doing a good job of already, beating the crap out of the poor angel. He shifted where he stood, but had trouble keeping himself up with the various bruises and injuries he'd been inflicted.

"I.." He bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes as his pants were pulled down. This was far more humiliating than before. Now he was going to be naked and vulnerable in front of this man. Now the only thing he could do was be honest. "I don't..."
 
The smell of the angel’s blood was hard to resist. He had smelled the blood of an angel before and knew that it always smelled delicious but this was something else. This was like the finest gourmet meal compared to a pretty decent bowl of microwavable macaroni and cheese. It filled his senses and overwhelmed him and if Damien hadn't been stronger he would have ripped into Adrian's neck already. Right now, though, it was about showing who was in control. This would be more fun if done repeatedly but that wasn't possible if Adrian didn't know who was in charge.

“Well, you'll fucking figure it out, won’t you?” Damien growled as he grabbed Adrian by the neck and dragged him into the dining room. He bent the angel over the table and slammed his head into it in the process. “Spread your ass for me. I want to see how much it will take to make you take my dick.” The demon purred darkly into the angel's ear.
 
Adrian could tell that something was up now. The way that Damien moved had changed. Like he'd realized he now had his favorite treat in hand, or realized that the value of a vase he held was three times what he thought it was. The angel bit down on his lip and tried to suck some of the blood away. He could see that lust in Damien's eyes, and he had a feeling it wasn't for his body. There was a definite thought that this 'feeding' would likely be like something from a storybook, a vampire?

Adrian let out a groan and blinked several times as the demon slammed him into the table. The amount of soreness he would experience after this... It would be too much to handle. And he hadn't even experienced the worst of it yet. The angel's eyes fluttered as he looked back to Damien. But he was obedient and spread his ass open. A perfect pink pucker was situated between two creamy soft cheeks. Really, Adrian had an ass that should have been fucked on a daily basis. It was too perfect not to be. "Like that...?"
 
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