*Mild language, sexual situations*

Dominic’s body mindlessly complied with the command from the angel and the concrete dug into his palms and knees. With more contact to the ground, he could sense footsteps three blocks away, heading their direction. 

“Did I not say lean forward?” The same dense pressure from before overcame Dominic, this time hard enough to slam his head into the concrete.

“W-what are you p-p-planing?” Dominic twitched with anticipation as he counted down the seconds until the footsteps would be upon them. His mouth felt dry as his ears honed in one the sound of clicking heels on concrete “Anyone could see—”

“Your legs.”

Such obscene orders! Even as Jophiel thought this, he felt his vocal cords vibrating to dictate those vulgar actions. 

Each Angel had their quirks, developed over encountering humans since their creation. There were a few that had... predilections, but only when it came to humans. None would dare touch such a lowly and perverted creature as a vampire, and certainly never the likes of the one in front of him. Yet Jophiel felt himself responding as Dominic followed his command with labored breath. 

I know someone is “coming,” because I placed them there. 

 With the vampire in his current position, Jophiel could see the most vulnerable part of him, twitching from the exposure. 

“Now say, ‘I am nothing but garbage and I do not deserve to be given mercy.’”

Just then, the owner of the approaching footsteps turned the corner and began walking toward them. Jophiel reduced his Heavenly Presence to allow the vampire to lift his head in the newcomer’s direction. 

“Dominic. I am waiting.”

He’s doing this on purpose. Dominic knew he was right as the stranger, a woman, walked closer and closer to them. Somehow, she had yet to notice. Through the curtain of his hair he could tell she was the type of woman he’d relentlessly pursue under normal circumstances. Long hair, a large bust, and shapely hips, all well showcased by the red dress she wore.  A feast on heels.

But all he could focus on as she came closer was the angel at his backside, feeling his presence grow stronger. His inner thigh became slick when the woman’s eyes met his. 

Jophiel hovered above the vampire, lowering himself so that his hand could easily reach vulnerable flesh. Lightly, so lightly as to not distract Dominic from the woman (for an angel, human and vampire alike were easy to manipulate), Jophiel placed one hand on the vampire’s backside. 

He raised back the other, imbuing the surface of his palm with heat before striking Dominic with more strength than he had used all evening. “Hngghhh!” 

Dominic saw the woman’s eyes widen in shock at the grunt that left his trembling lips before his eyelids fluttered shut from the pain radiating from his sensitive skin and up his lower back. The force of the movement should have sent him flying, but the angel’s grip prevented him from moving an inch.

“Say the words, Dominic.” The angel’s musical voice was full of discordant undertones as the hand that hit him rubbed the smarting flesh it struck.

“But that woman—” 

The pain from the second slap blinded him and he ached for relief as the woman let out an audible gasp.  

“Just look at how that filthy part wants to be seen. I shall grant your request if you say. Those. Words.” Jophiel punctuated the end of his sentence with another mind-bending slap.   

He’s right… Dominic thought in a daze as he dripped onto the sidewalk. I want more.