*Mild violence, language, implied nudity*

Dominic was indeed on his knees. They dug into his chest, and he wondered how long the other being would make him stay in that position. The leather band he usually used to tie his long auburn hair back had been lost somewhere along the way, and it now blocked the angel from his sight.

“I repent for my sins.” Dominic said slowly as he bowed his head, bringing his hands together in front of him a prayer-like gesture. 

Jophiel’s nose felt strange as he gazed down at the being in front of him. He swiped at it, and felt warmth  smear  across his fingers. When he looked, a clear liquid glinted off his fingers, grotesque and undignified, and he furrowed his eyebrows. Being of heaven as he was, he had complete control over his faculties at all times. His body had never had an involuntary reaction like this before. 

The slight movement of the vampire raising its head drew Jophiel’s attention again and more liquid trickled from his nose. Dominic’s dark eyes, wide and defenseless, stared at him head on, and the dried red tracks on his cheeks—those angular, sculpted cheeks—made it appear as though that alabaster skin were blushing. Jophiel felt a strange heat stir within him. 

“Strip.” 

The command surprised both men, Jophiel jumping slightly at his guttural tone and Dominic flinching from the absolute authority he felt pressing down upon him. 

Is he enjoying this? Dominic watched in bewilderment as the angel’s supple lips glinted with strange fluid running from both of his wide-set nostrils. 

“What does that have to do with repenting?” 

“Nevermind then.” The angel moved even faster than Dominic’s superior gaze  could follow, so there was no time to defend himself as elegant fingers wove themselves through his hair. 

It was only because Dominic was a vampire that he was able to  pull back against the overwhelming strength in his grip to face the stormy eyes looking down on him. “I do not accept your repentance,” the angel hissed as he reached for something at his side. 

Frosty metal dug into the bruising flesh of Dominic’s neck, and he shivered at the long blade that seemed to glow. Alright, fine! 

“I-I’ll do it!” He hastily reached for the hem of his t-shirt, scared to break eye contact with the being towering over him.

The blade bit into his skin momentarily before the angel slowly retracted it, the sharp edge sliding against his thick flesh. “Not here. Back to the edge of the roof.” The angel released him from the painful hold. 

The edge of the roof? Fear and excitement swelled within Dominic and his fingers fumbled to remove his shirt. He said he can read my mind, does he know that I— 

That you like when people watch, you filthy dog? Jophiel smirked to himself as the vampire left a trail of discarded clothes behind him on his way to the edge. His eyes were drawn to Dominic’s hunched shoulders but traveled lower. 

“Like this?” Dominic asked. 

He looked over his shoulder as he stood on the ledge as he was told. 

He’s so beautiful. Dominic balked at the thought, though it was undeniably true. The angel’s curly shoulder-length silver hair suited his stormy eyes and long eyelashes. His angular jaw and thick lips were features Dominic liked on any face, but the perfection of angelic proportions put all others to shame. 

He’s taller than I thought too. They’d been in constant motion since the angel hunted him down earlier that evening. All Dominic had gathered was that the other being was large and powerful. Now, time seemed to slow down, and Dominic had the leisure to— now on the edge of the roof— to realize that the angel was well over six feet tall. 

Jophiel let the vampire stare him down, if only to compose himself. The others had always chided him for being a little too eager to exact punishment, but they all knew he was the best at the job. For centuries, Jophiel had meted out punishment as he saw fit, matching the severity of the punishment to the offense of the sin. And in each punishment, he relished the helplessness in sinners’ eyes when they realized there could be no amount of repenting to absolve them of their fate. 

What is this vampire doing to me?