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Post by Riku on Feb 5, 2018 12:25:36 GMT
The quiet footsteps on the stone stairs jolted Zak from his thoughts. He stared into the pitch blackness surrounding him. Someone was here, he hadn't had company for so long. He tried to speak into the dark, but, although he was an immortal angel, and therefore didn't need food or drink to sustain his life, his throat was still dry and hoarse, and the words he tried died on his lips.
A long time ago, although the angel had lost count of exactly how long, Zak was given to Lucifer for a while. Like a toy lent to a friend to play with. He was told to obey him, to please him. Zak had done exactly as he was told, even giving his mouth for the first time to the sadistic, twisted demon. However when his vampire master found out about this, instead of receiving praise for compliance, Zak was reprimanded.
He was dragged to the dark room, the sadistic torture chamber off the master bedroom. Chains were clipped to the links that already invaded his white feathered wings, and they were hoisted so high towards the ceiling that his feet left the floor. Manacles were clamped to his wrists and his arms were pulled so tight to the sides that he thought his shoulders might give. Under his feet was placed a spiked mat, nails stabbing into the flesh each time the angel tried to give his wings a momentary rest. He had waited for punishment; whips, spikes, sex, fire, anything. It didn't come, and Zak soon found that this was much worse. Instead of pain, each of the torches and the fire was extinguished, the heavy door was closed, and Zak was left alone.
At first he was stoic, stubbornly not wanting to give anyone the satisfaction of revelling in his pain, however when he realised that his eyes were never going to adjust to the dark, and that no one was coming back, not even to bring him food or water, his facade broke. He cried out for mercy, his feet and wings bleeding at this point, he begged for rest, pleading for forgiveness. It fell on deaf ears. After this, pain gave way to anger. Zak seethed in his prison, plotting revenge. How dare he be punished for obeying orders. How dare he be punished for being forced to give that disgusting demon pleasures that he never wanted to give. He worked through his mind, thinking of all the things he could do to the vampire and the demon, debating if he would be willing to transform into his true form for payback. His feet became hardened and calloused over time, his shoulders had ceased in place, permanently stuck just a little out of position, his wing feathers growing back, becoming more dishevelled from lack of maintenance, new white feathers already stained with blood. His hair had also grown, the sandy blond mess now able to fall into his eyes, when it was kept tidy and short at the front before. More time passed. Once the anger faded the next wave of emotion came, then the next, each iteration draining the angel of more and more energy and resolve. Eventually there was nothing left to give, and the angel became silent, hanging like a corrupted Da Vinci design.
The footsteps into the dark, although soft, pounded in Zak's ears. He waited, silently, for something to happen. He wanted to feel someone touch him, he wanted to touch. None came, but the spiked mat was removed from under his feet, and the chains were loosened enough for Zak to move his arms, and to kneel on the floor. He screamed as he was lowered, after being stuck in one position for so long, every new movement now burned. He sank to the floor, his legs unable to hold him, and there was a clatter of metal on the stone floor. Zak heard it, loud as a gunshot after so much silence, but was too busy sucking in air through the pain to pay it much thought.
Then the footsteps began to leave. 'No, stay.' The angel wanted to cry out. He tried to reach for the figure but his shoulder popped and Zak groaned again in pain, flopping into his side and lying against the slabs. The figure left him, all he saw was a tiny glow of light through the door as it was closed again.
Over a period of hours, maybe days, he couldn't tell, Zak worked on regaining his movement. Slowly making progress until he could move his body without screaming. Then he tried to deal with sensation. Zak ran his hands through his hair, feeling wet and grease from sweat, each single hair like a wire on his fingertips that had gone so long without anything to interact with. He touched everything, running his hands over his face, touching every inch of his own body just to experience something. When he pushed his fingers into his feathers the angel almost moaned with delight at the soft feeling. The thick, smooth core of each feather giving way to something softer than anything he remembered. He took a deep breath and pulled his wing around himself, pressing his face to it. It was heavenly. Each time a feather stroked his skin, no matter how accidentally, he had to fight not to moan. It would be some time before he was desensitised to these touches.
When he was able to move without screaming, and touch without tipping over the edge, he pulled himself to his feet. He wasn't able to stand for long be he could balance for a moment and took some steps to find a wall to lean on. Reaching to the top of his wing he found the hook that was attached to the ring he already had. It was stiff, but if he could just remove these then he was one step closer to being free. He hadn't been let down by accident. Maybe this was a test. He tried again, and again, until eventually he managed to pull the catch of the hook open and slide his wing away. He slumped to the floor, gasping for breath, one more, one more and he was one step further. It took some time, but he managed to free his second wing the same way he had managed the first.
At one point, as he stretched out his leg, he kicked something and it scraped on the ground. This was the object that was given to him when he was lowered to the floor. He scrambled to retrieve it, patting his hands over the rough floor in a desperate search, until finally it was his. A key. It was a key. His fingers traced over it, smooth and cold. It was small. He brought his wrist up, feeling for the keyhole in the dark, and, after some filed attempts, inserted the key. It fit perfectly, and the manacle sprang open when it was turned. He pulled he key out and shook his hand loose, rubbing the skin carefully. One more and he was almost free. He freed his second wrist and looked up towards where the door of the dark room was. Almost.
Zak crawled forwards, his overgrown toenails scraping on the stone, his knees cursing him for the harsh floor they were pressing against, until he reached the bottom of the stairs. In truth it was a short flight, only 20 or so steps, but to Zak, unable to walk properly, naked, starved and thirsty, it was like a mountain. He grabbed hold of the thin metal railing, and began his ascent. He tried stepping properly, he tried sitting on the step and pushing himself up with his feet, he tried crawling, he tried pulling himself up by the railing. With a mixture of trials, and all the determination he could muster, Zak made it to the door.
The angel had previously wondered if he was being watched, if his master was viewing his recovery for entertainment. The theory was confirmed when the large door swung open for him the moment he arrived on the top step. Zak didn't even have time to register what was in front of him as light flooded his eyes and he bowed his head, covering them with a wince. Even thought it was only torch light, it burned after being in perpetual darkness for so long. He crawled forward, his sense of achievement quickly devolving into embarrassment and shame, how many people had seen his pathetic display. How many people witnessed him being so overcome by the sensation of his own wings that he leaked with excitement?
Keeping his head down, body aching, Zak lowered his hands, moving from an all-fours crawl to a bow. He opened his eyes, just for a moment, and in front of him were a pair of boots, unmistakable as belonging to his master. He tried to moisten his mouth enough to talk, and in a harsh, croaky voice managed the single question on his mind.
“How long was I down there?” He coughed, tears welling in his eyes at the overload of sensory input. “Please, how long has it been?”
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Post by Grimm on Feb 6, 2018 18:47:00 GMT
Von Lear had been sitting in his chair, waiting for the angel to find his way out of his prison. His patients was that of a stone statue, red eyes watching and waiting for his beloved toy to ascend the stairs and come crawling forward into the dimly lit room.
With the toe of his boot the Vampire Lord hooked it under his pets chin and lifted it such a way that he could see the angels groveling and tear stained face.
"One hundred days....or One hundred years...what does it matter..." Von Lears voice was deep and as smooth as rolling thunder in the silence of his bed chamber. Casting a long look of distaste down his sharply angled nose at the angel who dared to demand how much time has passed during his punishment. Truth be told, Von Lear hadn't bother to keep track of the time he had left his beloved pet in total darkness. He knew that it was an effective way to breaking the spirits of nearly any immortal soul. It worked so well with Lance and everyone that came before.
Long slender fingers reached down to touch Zak's long hair, running through the long upkept strands. "Such filth...Lance, see to him - clean him up." Von Lear waved to the younger angel who had been lounging on a couch in the corner behind the Vampire Master.
"Yes Master." Lance replied, but made no motion to get up from his comfortable place, one knee was kicked over the arm of the couch and he was leaned back in a mass of pillows. Lance had changed during Zak's confinement. Although he still wore Lucifer's uniform and although he still wore it in a messy style, he had seemed to have aged, no longer the young angel he once had been and was now a taller young man who seemed to be in his twenties. His ears were adorned with silver cuffs and chains, his eyes a a deep black no longer holding the stars within him. He looked at Zak with little emotion, he had done well at keeping ahold of his emotion these past years. It had been essential if he was to play both sides against themselves. He would come out victorious. He would rule them all.
Von Lear took a heavy breath although he had no need other than a sign of his feelings. He was happy to have the creature of light return from the black abyss from which he inprisioned him in. Licking his lips he couldn't wait to take a sip or two from the tender angel's flesh, but the grime first needed to be wiped away. Another soft brush of his fingers across Zak's face and down his chin before dismissing him and standing up and left the room, Leaving Lance to do his bidding and clean the Angel up.
Lance watched Luther Von Lear leave the bed chamber, although he didn't let his eyes leave Zak. He swung his foot back and forth from where it was anchored at his knee studying the pathetic creature still groveling to an empty chair.
"20 years." Lance answered Zak's question, cocking his head to the side to see if the information would change anything now that he knew. "20 Years you were down there."
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Post by Riku on Feb 6, 2018 19:22:48 GMT
Zak tried to open his eyes when his face was lifted, the light burning his eyes again but he forced himself to meet the vampire's gaze. He couldn't help but let out a small whimper when his question was denied. Zak knew it wouldn't change anything, and Von Lear was right, it hardly mattered, but the angel desperately wanted to know how much time he'd held on for. How long had it taken for himself to give. He found himself pressing into the vampire's hand as his hair was touched, relishing the first contact he'd had with any being since being left in that room.
It wasn't just his hair that needed seeing to; his nails were overgrown, his body was covered in sweat or blood in some places and was marked from crawling on the stone floor. His feathers were messy and sticking out as they had grown out but not been able to fall due to the blood. Zak let out a thankful sigh at the thought of a bath and some clothes.
He couldn't take it any more, Zak had to close his eyes as his face was stroked gently, the light was too much. He lowered his head again when the vampire let it go, not having the strength to hold it up. He could hear the footsteps leave the room, but couldn't bring himself to move for the longest time.
Eventually, thankfully, there were more footsteps and he opened his eyes again. The boots must belong to Lance, confirmed with Lances voice ringing over him.
"20 years. 20 years you were down there.”
Zak's voice caught in his throat and his body trembled a little as he tried to process those words. 20 years was nothing for an immortal being, and yet it seems just such a great expanse of time in this moment. He wanted to speak, or ask questions but his throat burned, and he could only manage a few pathetic words.
“Everything hurts.”
“It would do after that.”
The angel jerked at the voice, followed by groaning in pain, and he looked towards the voice. Jamie was standing by the door to Von Lear's bath chambers just off the bedroom, upright but partially leaning on the wall, looking down on the angel. He really hadn't changed much over the years, what with his vampirism keeping him stuck in this body but there were a few changes. His face had aged somewhat, looking more like a young adult that a 15 year old. He also had more scars than before. He was dressed in simple black trousers but had on a t-shirt although Zak couldn't tell if that was just him being rebellious or something else.
“The bath is ready if you'd care to carry him in... Unless you want me to sort him out?”
Jamie spoke to Lance in a different way now. Whether it was from so much time passing, or the fact that he was now a vampire was impossible to tell, but he sounded less afraid. Jamie was always fiercely loyal to Lance, but was always somewhat afraid of him in the past. There was an awareness of the power that the demonic angel held over a mortal. Now though, it seemed like Jamie was more sure of himself, or perhaps jaded. The way he asked if Lance would pawn the work onto him seemed to come from years of experience.
Zak blinked, forcing his eyes to get used to the light if they could, and started attempting to get up. He failed miserably.
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Post by Grimm on Feb 7, 2018 13:37:57 GMT
Lance allowed his eyes to travel to Jamie for a moment or two, weighting out delegating the responsibly to him, but thought better of it. If he wanted to bring Zak into his cause he needed to give some sort of feeling that he cared about the other angel. True that Zak's presences in their group of two would greatly increase their chances for what Lance was planning.
Lance got up from his seat and walked over to the other angel, carefully reaching down and taking Zak by arm and slinging it over his shoulders. He supported his weight as they entered the bathing room and let him down easy near the warm pool of water that was recessed into the floor, big enough for Zak and his wings. Once he let Zak down, Lance took up a position against the wall, crossing his arms like he could care less about cleaning up the angel. He gestured to Jamie with his head for him to continue with the act of helping to clean Zak up, while simultaneously pulling a crooked cigarette from his upper chest pocket and lighting it with the tip of his finger.
"Things have changed." Taking a long draw of smoke from the bent cigarette, he looked over Zak wondering how he could take the news. "Gabriel is dead." He exhaled before drawing another puff of smoke. "And Micheal is probably dead, he gave me the slip in the end...." Lance exhaled through his nose, not particularly happy with that last bit. Fighting Micheal had been harder than he cared to admit and it wasn't because strength but because of old emotions that kept getting in the way. Micheal after all had been his mentor, his friend, and his father figure. "Lucifer is busy preparing his pawns, I haven't seen him in a year or so." Lance kept speaking to get Zak up to speed. "And Master Von Lear has been doing his usual thing," Another drag of smoke. "Hiding." He insulted the Vampire Lord, no longer afraid of the powerful being that had tormented for so many years.
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Post by Riku on Feb 7, 2018 14:24:50 GMT
Zak allowed Lance to take his weight, groaning softly as he stepped across the room, and he let out a sigh of comfort as he got into the water. It felt so strange on his skin, so many sensations, and he enjoyed the way that it soothed his joints.
Jamie waited silently until Lance gestured for him to continue the work. Typical of the angel to do the strong, manly, 'I'm here for you' portion, and then dump all the actual hard work off on Jamie. He didn't really mind, one of his main jobs was to clean Lance up once he'd been in fights or sessions with Lucifer. Considering that Zak was calm, aware, and not trying to attack or hurt Jamie in the process made it pretty easy. He walked back into the bedroom to collect a goblet of water, and handed it to Zak who drank it greedily. “Careful, don't choke.” He warned, picking up the cloth he has set out ready, and began to work it over the angel's body, doing his back first so that Zak could lie back and relax.
“Gabriel's dead?” Zak nodded to show he understood. Zak's job, the reason he was on earth, was to take out angels that had fallen or been compromised. Still Gabriel was something different, and although it was good news, it still stung a little in the angel's heart. He listened to Lance tell him about events that had happened, and closed his eyes, letting Jamie manipulate him as needed to wash him off. “You have changed. Your face, and you sound stronger.”
Jamie said nothing, letting the angels talk as he worked. He washed the sweat and grime away from his body, paying particular attention to the blood on his feet and wings, making sure they were restored to their pristine white again. Next he helped Zak slide under the water to wash his hair. Jamie was still thin, but his lean muscle showed when he rolled up his shirt sleeves and massaged Zak's scalp with one hand while holding his weight with the other. The vampire transformation had imbued him with much strength, but he'd also grown stronger over the years.
Zak opened his eyes as he sat up again, pushing the wet hair out his face and twisted round to look at Lance. “I don't know if I can face him.” It was obvious that he was talking about Lucifer, in fact, Zak found it a great relief to hear that the demon wasn't currently around. He wasn't sure how he was going to react seeing the man who had cause his punishment. Now that he had calmed down a little from escaping to the top of the stairs, he wasn't sure how he would react to Von Lear either.
Jamie game a sympathetic glance to the angel, but still didn't speak. He didn't fancy pissing Lance off by interrupting his work of trying to get Zak on his side. He kept working, trimming Zak's figernails, then his toenails, and filing them down neatly. Then the picked up a small pair of scissors and got to work trimming the angel's overgrown locks, neatening them and brushing the front back, out of his face. He got up and fetched a towel, drying Zak's hair off roughly before helping the angel stand and wrapping the towel round him. They walked together to a chair and Zak sat down, letting Jamie still do the work.
After he was dry, Jamie ruffled Zak's wings, allowing and loose and old feathers to fall out, then he brushed them down gently, restoring them to their former glory. Only then did he speak.
“All done. How do you feel.”
“Much better.” The angel nodded. “Thank you.” He wrapped his arms around Jamie's hips and pulled him in for a hug. His fingers slipped up, under the vampire's clothing. There was nothing sexual about it to the angel, he simply wanted to feel the warmth and the smoothness of his skin.
Jamie looked across to Lance, patting Zak's hair sweetly. He didn't mind being touched or held like this, he understood what it was like coming out of some punishments. It was really up to his master what happened next. He could let Zak get everything out of his system for a while, or he could summon for Von Lear that his pet was ready.
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Post by Grimm on Feb 7, 2018 19:00:06 GMT
Lance seemed to brush off Zak's comment about growing in strength. "I'm not the angel I once was." He replied in half truth. He wasn't the angel he once was, the demonic part of his had tipped the scale, he had even grown a demonic forked tail although he kept it neatly tucked around the waist of his pants like it was some sort a belt. The was it coat of his uniform usually hid it, like it did so now. Hidden among the ravenous unkept locks of ebony hair was a single twisted horn that had sprouted out the right side of the top of his head. But it was barely longer than the length of his thumb and could be easily mistaken for a strand of unruly hair.
The demonic angel watch Jamie clean Zak, recalling all the times when it had been him that Jamie had tended too. He found himself growing a little jealous of the way Jamie careful cleaned and washed the years of grime away, but he hid it well with a puff of cigarette smoke. It wasn't until Zak pulled Jamie into a caress that his black eyes narrowed, watching carefully the angel's fingers slip under his servants clothing sparking the jealously that he tried so hard to hide at times. Lance loudly cleared his throat with the intent to make it clear to Jamie to back away from the newly released angel.
"Probably not wise to keep Master waiting too long. After all it's been twenty years." Lance cast a sideways glance threatening to call Von Lear back almost immediately. "Or we could sit and talk for awhile. There is clothing out there." Lance gestured to the bedroom with his head and killed the rest of the cigarette in one long drawn out inhale before snuffing it out between his fingers.
There would be a lot to talk about. Von Lear, although he was still one of the highest regarded Vampire Lords was no longer in the game as far as Lance was concerned. The demonic angel had long outgrown the threats and power that the Vampire Lord had once held over him, pain and fear could only go so far. But still Lance liked to placate to Luther, doing his bidding like he was still in the Vampire Lords pocket, as if they were conspiring together to over throw Lucifer and seat Von Lear on Hells throne. Like that would ever happen.
And then there was the Lucifer. Lance had spent the last several years tracking down the keys to the gates of hell. Out of the 13, he only need three more before they could continue on with the plan. Hell would be unleashed on Earth and Heaven would open up allow Lance and Lucifer to destroy God. Although Lance planned to take them both out, it didn't much matter which came first. However there was one thing that he didn't like to contemplate was having the devour Jamie to accomplish his goal.
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Post by Riku on Feb 7, 2018 19:59:33 GMT
Jamie looked to Lance when the angel cleared he throat and gave a small frown. “It's ok.” He whispered it to Zak to pacify him, but was really talking to Lance, trying to reassure his master that he was happy to help Zak through his recovery. However when Lance threatened to call the vampire Lord Jamie sighed and pulled away from Zak.
“Come on, lets get you dressed.” He pulled Zak's arm over his shoulders and led him to the bedroom, sitting him on one of the lounging chairs. He rummaged through the drawers to find Zak some trousers and shirt that would slip over his head and buckled closed at the sides so as not to get in the way of his wings.
Zak put the clothes on with some help from Jamie, and reached for some of the food that Von Lear always had on the table in his room. He ate some fruit, and drank more water, all three of them silent as he did.
Jamie coaxed Lance to sit down, then he sat on the floor in front of him, so that his Master could be close to him. He was used to a hand gripping his hair, or sharp nails, almost claws biting into his shoulder what Lance wanted to make it clear that the young vampire belonged to him.
After some minutes, once he felt more normal Zak looked up and nodded. “Ok. What have I missed?”
Jamie listened to Lance tell the angel all the events that had transpired over the years, occasionally interjecting with small details of his own. Although he didn't tell Zak that Lucifer had taken him to the pit again and made him spend time working on his abilities with his scythe. Zak talked back with questions, or insights about people he knows or politics he was aware of.
The time passed quickly, and all too soon it was sundown. Jamie cleared his throat, making his master aware of the time.
“We should go. I'm sorry.”
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Post by Grimm on Feb 9, 2018 3:45:58 GMT
Lance plopped himself down on the couch, once again leaning back in the over indulgent of pillows and casting a leg over the arm of the sofa. "World War Three started over a decade ago," Lance started by getting the major world events out of the way. He told Zak how Lucifer took advantage of the human situation and gained a larger following. Angels and Demons were no longer just superstitions as far as humanity was concerned. Around that same time they had tried to open some of the gates of Hell only be thwarted by Micheal and a half full of followers. That's when Lance thought he had dealt the killing blow, but without seeing his mentors dead body; he couldn't be one hundred percent sure the ArchAngel was really dead.
When Jamie cleared his throat reminding Lance of the time, the demonic angel made a gesture with his hand for Jamie to notify Von Lear that Zak was rear. Reluctantly Lance got up from his comfortable position and turned to look at Zak with a deadly serious face. "While I have changed, my intent remains the same. I will burn their Kingdoms down and I hope that you will join me in those efforts." Lance was rock solid in his determination. "Don't let them beat you." He offered a few words of encouragement and walking out of the room just as Von Lear entered.
The Vampire Lord paid little attention to Lance, he was boring now, wise to the games he played. But Zak....even though the angel had been his captive for so long, he was just as excited now as he was on the first day that he had captured him.
"Much more presentable." Von Lear waisted little time in approaching his pet, almost starving for the angelic blood pumping through Zak's veins. Nothing had tasted so sweet as the divine blood since he has first tasted it long ago and the Vampire Lord licked his lips in anticipation of dining on it again. Pale slender fingers reached out to comb through the neatly cut hair and then to the feathers on Zak's wings, soft and silky...his memory did them no justice.
"I have missed you." Von Lear leaned in to smell the sweet scent of Zak's hair, his lips brushing ever closer to the vein on the angel's neck. "Nothing in this world compares to you." He said sweetly before nicking the smooth skin of Zak's neck with one of his fangs.
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When Lance found Jamie he spun him around pressing the vampire's back against the wall and pinned him with his own body, one knee slipping between Jamie's thighs while once of Lances hands took ahold of Jamie's slender wrists and pinned them far above his servants head.
"I don't like it when you let others touch you." Lance used his free hand to trail over the skin that Zak had touched before. "Don't let others touch you." He reminded Jamie slipping his hand under the t-shirt and up the vampires abdomen. Although he loved Jamie dearly, paranoia of loosing him to someone else was was drove Lance's jealous to act extreme. Jamie had always been there for him, through everything, even when Lance had treated him so badly....Jamie was there.
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Post by Riku on Feb 9, 2018 10:23:24 GMT
Zak made little comment as Lance talked him through the major events. Even things as important as WWIII or angels being known to humans, those concepts were just too big for the angel to really process right now. Zak looked slightly sad as Jamie got up an left the room, knowing that he would have to face Von Lear very soon.
He was snapped out of his fear by Lance, plainly stating that his goal hadn't changed over time, and nodded to show he understood. He knew Lance wanted his help, with their combined forces they could take Lucifer down, destroy the vampires and the warewolves and all manner of corrupted things. However that wasn't all that the dark angel wanted to achieve. He wanted to kill God. That was something the angel couldn't bring himself to fathom, not yet. He would certainly help Lance bring a divine sword of justice down on Lucifer's throne though. The dark angel had an ally in him when that day came.
Zak swallowed hard when his vampire master entered the room, and he sat for a moment just looking over the man's figure. He gasped a breath as Von Lear's hands ran through his hair and down his wings, making the angel shake a little from the stimulation. He reached up to hold one of the vampire's shoulders to steady himself and groaned as the fang came close to puncturing him.
"Don't let them beat you." Lance's warning echoed in his head and Zak leaned forward, pressing his forehead against the vampire's chest, denying him his neck for a moment.
“You punished me for obeying you... I can't make sense of that.”
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Jamie was heading to Lance's room when the angel intercepted him, grabbing him against the wall jealously. Jamie tried not to feed Lance's paranoia, but he didn't want to put himself into too dangerous a position by setting him straight either. Today though, some things needed to be said. Lance had gone a year without Lucifer around and he was adjusting to that and that would do great harm in the end. Jamie kicked himself mentally, for he would surely be severely punished for what he was about to say, but it would help his master... even if the angel didn't see that.
“And what about when Lucifer returns? I hear he's coming back soon. Can you hold it together when he pulls me into his lap, runs his hands over me, kisses me, pushes my hands down his trousers?”
He was right, and Lance would come to realise that once he had calmed down and has time to think, but right now Jamie closed his eyes and held his breath, awaiting whatever was coming to him. Lance could be unpredictable when it came to Jamie talking sense into him. Although if he had to guess, he imagined that Lance was going to show him right here that he owned the vampire.
And if that was the reaction that Lance decided on, Jamie would welcome it. It had been a while.
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Post by Grimm on Feb 9, 2018 13:52:59 GMT
Zak's denial of his neck angered the Vampire Lord, once again his fingers laced gently through the locks of hair before grabbing onto them tightly and yanking Zak's head backwards so they were nose to nose, fury a flame in the vampires red eyes.
"It seems you're eager to return to that dismal abyss from which you so recently climbed out of." His voice boomed baring his fangs in frustration. "Perhaps I did not leave you down there long enough, perhaps you need to be reminded of WHO you are speaking too." Von Lear sneered, getting up but keeping a tight grip on the Angel's hair and pulling him with him. He dragged Zak back down the stairs, the torches on the wall coming alive with fire to light the way to the dark chamber. He shoved Zak forward toward the cobble stone in anger. "If darkness did not work, maybe pain will." The Vampire Lord reached for the chains that hung from the ceiling, grabbing on to Zak's wings and stringing him back up, digging his sharp finger nails into the soft feathers as he did.
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Lance's grip on Jamie's wrist tightened and a frown crossed his lips, his hand withdrawing from touching the vampire's abdomen. His demonic tail twitched around his waist uncontrollably with a mind of it's own, more in tuned with Lance's emotions than he cared to admit. He looked genuinely hurt by Jamie's acknowledgment of his inability to control the jealous feelings that would wash over him every time he saw Jamie with someone else. He studied Jamie's face awash with fret over Lance's reaction. The demonic angel loomed over the smaller man, his face hovering close to Jamie's, lips only a breath apart. "Do you intend to break what's left of my heart?" When Lance finally spoke his voice was painfully soft and with another tight squeeze of his wrists he let go of Jamie and backed away.
The demon angel retreated down the hall towards his room, hands tightly clinched into fists at disgust with himself. Jamie was right, Lucifer would be back soon and he would do what ever he could to torment the angel, to corrupt him with the negative emotions on which his dark side fed on. He placed a hand over his heart, clutching his chest as if he was in pain although he felt none. Lucifer had nearly devoured it all and the pieces that still beat within his chest were twisted and scarred; Lance had to wonder if he even knew what true love felt like at all. Once he got to his room he pulled off his uniform jacket and let it hit the floor in an unwanted pile. His tail finally free from it's confinement, swished back and forth in unhidden concern for the future as Lance began to pace the length of his room.
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Post by Riku on Feb 9, 2018 16:28:31 GMT
"It seems you're eager to return to that dismal abyss from which you so recently climbed out of."
“No. No, no, no, no!” The angel winced in pain as his hair was pulled and he scurried to keep up with the vampire. Zak's knees buckled as his legs were forced to hold him and he stumbled and fumbled his way down the stairs before being thrown to the ground.
He pulled himself up quickly, the best he could, as Von Lear drove the thick metal hooks through his wings. The angel screamed. He was hoisted to his full height and then a little more, putting strain on his wings and he groaned as the vampire raked a hand into his beautiful feathers.
“I know who you are.” The angel shouted. He reached out to Von Lear and pulled him in so his body was flush against Zak's, wrapping his arms round his back with the strength he still had. He buried his face in the vampire's shoulder, his neck easy for the other to claim. “You are my master, to whom I am loyal.”
His voice was shaking as he spoke, maybe tears had come to his eyes. “Please... Do not punish me further. Instead, drink of me and let me bathe you in my wings.” He clung to the vampire tightly, not daring to open his eyes or loosen his hold, although Von Lear would easily be able to break from Zak's grasp if he chose to.
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The hand holding his wrists tightened, and Jamie braced for impact.
Instead he felt Lance's breath on his lips. "Do you intend to break what's left of my heart?" The words surprised the vampire, but he responded instantly.
“Never. I am yours, for all eternity.” Jamie leaned forward, intending to kiss Lance, but the angel had already moved away.
The sad thing was that this was true. He was given to Lance when he was five and had come to know him, but the angel was more than his master. For all the abuse, the beatings, the wild sex whee flesh was torn from his body, the games Lance let Lucifer play with him. For all those things Jamie loved Lance, truly loved him. He saw them as friends, in this together against the world. He saw them as lovers, although Lance still struggled against his demonic urges so even that, more often that not, ended up being painful. He knew that one day Lance's heart would be fully gone, and that one day the angel would take him for himself and devour him, but not yet. Besides, it meant that Lucifer would never kill him, he needed Jamie to unlock Lance's full power. The vampire saw that as getting one up on the demon... sort of.
Jamie rubbed his wrists as he watched Lance leave, giving him some paces and then following him. He gave 2 firm knocks on the door and walked in. He didn't acknowledge what had just happened, the tail or the pacing. He just picked the crumpled jacket off the floor, brushed it off with a hand and hung it neatly on the hook on the wall. He made his way around the room, straightening things up and turning down the bed. He intentionally avoided crossing paths with Lance where possible, to give the other space. He wasn't frightened of Lance, not really, but he knew how fragile he was in the angel's hands. If the day ever came that Lance wanted him dead, or chose this to be the time to devour him, it would be the end of him. His life was a ticking clock, and that terrified him. When he was finished with the room he stood by the door to the bath chambers.
“Should I sort you a bath, or do you want me to do something else?”
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Post by Grimm on Feb 10, 2018 18:29:50 GMT
Von Lear relished in the scream and pleas of his angelic bride, even chuckling at the distress as the angel clung to him in desperation. He trailed a finger tip down the vein of the neck now exposed to him, the Vampire Lord steady and still, red eyes fixed on the spot pulsating under his touch.
"It is impossible to retrieve words already spilled," his voice echoed in the darkness, lips growing ever closer to the neck that beaconed him. Gently brushing his edge of his mouth across the soft skin, inhaling the sweet smell that he angel had been bathed in. Next his tongue licked at the tender skin before Von Lear sunk his fangs into the flesh, the taste of blood exploding against his senses. He drank of the sweet divine blood, finding it intoxicating. More gratifying than anything he had partaken of in the thousands of years he had existed. He had missed this.
Strong arms wrapped around the angel, holding him more tightly as he drank. Hands buried themselves in the velvety feathers. It was if he was surrounded by heaven. He drank until he was sure that he didn't drain the angel completely, but just to the edge. Angels were durable creatures and he knew Zak was no mere angel, but one with power in their angelic hierarchy.
Pulling away, Von Lear was ready to claim his angel in a different way. He pulled the angel off of him and circled Zak like a hungry predator, taking up a position behind him. Again his hands ran through the restrained feathery wings, pressing himself again Zak's back, an erection hard and throbbing pressing against the clothing. Ripping the trouser from the angel's body, Von Lear pulled his cock from his pants, priming it with some of the blood from the angel and placed the tip at the rim of Zak's opening. From behind, the Vampire Lord lapped up the few drops of blood that still seeped from the puncture holes before plunging his cock deeply into the angel uncaring about his pets comfort.
----- Lance stopped his pacing and looked at Jamie when he asked what he should do next. The demonic angel let the tint of a frown touch his lips. Lance approached Jamie, standing before him in silence looking down at the shorter man. Without warning Lance backhanded Jamie hard, then immediately caressed him tightly in his arms, putting his forehead to the vampire's shoulder.
"You are more than this. You must...fight me....you must fight back." Lance's smooth voice cracked with rare emotion, squeezing Jamie tightly in his embrace. "I don't want to lose you." He smothered his face into Jamie's silky hair, terrified about what the future held. He loved Jamie, but Jamie's tendency to just accept his fate irked the demonic angel to no end. "I love you." He confessed, kissing the soft head of hair.
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Post by Riku on Feb 10, 2018 19:23:00 GMT
Zak groaned as Von Lear's mouth moved to his neck, and he found himself holding his breath waiting for the bite. The bite stung and the angel tensed up, unable to avoid just pulling away slightly out of discomfort. He felt the vampire's arms around him, holding him still, his feathers invaded with lecherous touches.
After some time Zak felt himself grow dizzy, and he pulled at Von Lear's shoulders. “Master, you may wish to slow down... Von Lear...” His head spun as the vampire kept drinking and he started to pull away, fighting against the arms that pinned him. He thrashed more violently and struggled to get away but the scales had already tipped. “That's enough... Stop...” His knees gave out, causing the chains to rip through the skin of his wings and catch him on the bone arches that held their shape and he groaned, feeling himself slipping towards unconsciousness, no longer having the energy to fight.
Zak's vision was blurred, but the footsteps echoed in his ears. He barely registered the throbbing cock against his back. He was aware of his clothing being ripped away, and knew what was coming. Zak put all his effort into standing again, not wanting his wings to hold his weight, it hurt so badly on his back where they came from the skin.
Too late did the angel realise that this was the only preparation Von Lear would afford to him. As the vampire forced himself inside Zak the angel's knees buckled again and he screamed. Pain overwhelmed his body as every muscle tensed and spasmed. Zak blacked out for a moment, his whole body falling limp, and a moment later he groaned, lifting his head and fighting to find his feet once more.
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Jamie held Lance's gaze as the angel looked down at him. He knew it was coming, he was used to Lance by now. Any moment... Then bang, the slap stung his face sharply and his head was jerked to the side. Then just as quickly he was pulled in, he wrapped his arms around Lance, clinging to him tightly as the skin on his face reddened and took a deep breath as his master scolded him.
He stroked Lance's hair and leaned back to place a kiss to the man's temple. “I am fighting. You won't lose me. He pulled back just enough to be able to look at the angel's face. “We go about things in different ways but I promise you, we are on the same path.”
He paused for a moment, brushing some hair out of the angel's face. He knew what he wanted to do, but also didn't want to get struck again. A gentle smile pulled across the young vampire's lips, he could take a hit, besides, no one got anywhere from cowardice. He stood up on his tiptoes and pressed a kiss to Lance's lips.
“I love you, Lance.”
He wrapped his arms around Lance's waist and pressed their hips together. “One night. Lets have one night to enjoy ourselves... Before Lucifer comes back, before everything goes back to mind games and power struggles.” He placed his hand on the side of Lance's face, completely open to him in this moment. “Be with me tonight?”
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Post by Grimm on Feb 11, 2018 4:23:16 GMT
Von Lear let out a victorious moan, impaling his angel, hands tight against Zak's hips, the screams music to his ears. He felt young again, anew with desire and life that was so fleeting in his ancient age. He withdrew before plunging himself fully into his pet. Even as Zak went limp, Von Lear wrapped his arms around the angel's body, holding him up with his strong arms. He bit into Zak's shoulder but didn't drink, enjoying the feeling of the soft feathers that flanked him on either side. He thrusted deep inside his angel over and over, moaning with the pleasures of the flesh. The Vampire Lord didn't bother touching Zak to excite him, he had drank too much blood for the angel to function sexually. At some point Von Lear, took the hooks out of the angels wings, repositioning Zak like a rag doll with his ass high in the air, pressing the other man's face into the cold cobble stone as he thrusted violently from behind. Grunting and groaning slamming his hips forward into the tight posturer of his captive angel.
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Lance missed the warmth of Jamie's once human hands, reminded of the past that forced him to choose to either let his servant die or beg for the mercy of the Vampire Lord. And like a fool he went crawling to Von Lear begging for help. Lance's black eyes searched Jamie's unchanging face, guilt circling tightly around the pieces of his heart.
Lance cupped the vampires face with his own hands, leaning down to return the kiss. He would grant his lovers request for one night. Soft lips brushed against undead lips, kissing along Jamie's jaw line and neck, while his hands travel up and under Jamie's t-shirt. He guided his lover backwards until they ran into the edge of the bed, bestowing gentle caress with his lips upon the vampire's cool skin. In a single motion he pushed Jamie up on the bed, following up after him, fumbling with the buttons on his own shirt until he finally removed it and let it fall to the floor. His tail swung back and forth as the passion began to grow inside him.
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Post by Riku on Feb 11, 2018 8:28:24 GMT
Zak fell in and out of consciousness as the vampire used his body for sick and twisted pleasure. When he was lifted off the hooks and bent over to the floor the remaining blood rushed to his head and he woke again, groaning softly but not really able to move. He lay there, impotent and ashamed as his face rasped against the stones, his wings splayed out to his sides, whole body searing with pain as he was forced open and invaded over and over by his wicked master.
Tears fell from his eyes as he lay there, hoping to pass out again as an escape from this hell, but that relief didn't come.
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Jamie smiled as Lance ran his hands over his body and he pulled his shit off between the sweet kisses. His skin was pale, although it always had been as it rarely saw the sun, and marred with many scars. Most of them had been put there by Lance himself either in fits of anger or throws of passion. He wondered if he should drink to make his skin warmer, to make himself more alive, but the angel was already guiding him to the bed. Lance would have said if the coldness put him off.
The vampire lay back on the bed, following Lance's guidance, and pushed his hand into the angel's hair, pulling him down for a longer kiss. He ran his hands down Lance's chest, feeling each texture of his skin until he reached the angel's waistband. He undid the trousers and pushed them down the best he could.
He trailed his hands back up to wrap around Lance's back and pull him down, just pressing their bodies together for a moment. Just for now he would allow himself to believe that they could be together like real lovers, if Lance could contain the beast inside himself.
“I love you.”
He kissed Lance's neck, not biting, although the temptation was there, and he nuzzled into the skin, breathing in deeply. The twisted angel blood smelled so good. Jamie pulled himself away and lay back again, smiling up at his angel, hands gently running over his skin again.
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