Xiran looked up, his jaw slack. “Are you implying that I might be a lousy lay?”

Iriel tilted his head again.

“Have you ever even had sex before?” Xiran scoffed, irrationally offended by the angel’s accusation. “What could you possibly compare it to?”

“I was referring to the possibility of you running away as soon as I released you.”

If he were human, he probably would have blushed. Xiran cleared his throat. “Then release me after you’re done.”

Iriel stepped towards him. “Would that not be uncomfortable for you?”

“How about you make me forget about it, then?” Xiran rocked forward and climbed to his feet. He stepped forward, pulling against the chains. The movement made the Blessed metal bite into his wrists, and he hissed at the searing pain of freshly regrown skin burning away. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath. “Please. Iriel.”

After several moments of silence, Xiran opened his eyes to find Iriel staring at him. All nine of his blue eyes were focused on him, and he almost took a step back. 

“Please, say my name again.”

Xiran straightened, wincing at the sting of the chains. “Iriel.”

Iriel closed the distance between them in two steps, his white wings billowing out behind him. Before Xiran could move, Iriel grabbed his face and smashed his lips against Xiran’s.

The kiss was sloppy and clumsy, and yet Xiran couldn’t bring himself to pull away. He opened his mouth and slid his tongue across Iriel’s bottom lip. The angel took the hint, parting his lips and matching the movement of Xiran’s tongue with his own. 

A smile crept over Xiran’s face as Iriel’s cock grew hard against his thigh. His own twitched in response, his balls tightening at the thought of what was about to happen. Even before his imprisonment, it had been a while since he’d gotten laid. Not many beings willing to fuck a demon, let alone one like him.

Iriel pulled away, breaking the kiss. “I apologize. I should have asked your permission.”

“You have my permission.” Xiran held the angel’s gaze. “Just fuck me.”

“Why did you refuse the human’s request?”

Xiran stared at the angel for a moment. “Seriously?”

“You are a demon. Surely you have killed before.” Iriel slid a finger down the side of Xiran’s face, letting it trail down to his chest.

Xiran clenched his jaw, the pleasure of the light touch overriding his annoyance. “Because I’m tired of it.”

“It?” Iriel stepped around Xiran. A moment later, he spoke right next to Xiran’s ear, his breath caressing the side of his neck. “Were you not the one telling me to be specific?”

Xiran sighed and squeezed his eyes shut. “Killing. I’m tired of killing. Now can you get on with it?”

Iriel’s hair trailed down Xiran’s back, and he almost chuckled at the realization that the angel had tilted his head again. “I was… a soldier. In the Underworld. A very good soldier. I did a lot of killing. Too much of it. Yes, even for a demon. So I left.”

“Would that not make you a deserter?” Iriel leaned forward, his hard cock brushing against Xiran’s ass through his thin robe. “Do they not punish deserters in the Underworld?”

“They do. And they did.”

Xiran clenched his jaw, unwilling to go any further on the topic.

“I see.”

“Are you satisfied?” Xiran blinked at the sudden tears that threatened to slide down his face. “Still want to set me free?”

Iriel took hold of Xiran’s hips, tugging his ass back. “Yes.”

Xiran blinked at the sound of rustling fabric. “Wait! You can’t just shove it in.”

“I am aware.”

“Then what are you—” Xiran looked back, and the question died on his tongue. He stared at Iriel, his gaze sweeping over the angel’s face and now naked body. Along with the seven extras on his face, eight other eyes dotted his body, blue irises stark against his alabaster skin. But it wasn’t just the eyes that stopped Xiran. 

It was the fact that all fifteen of them were crying blood.

“Do not be alarmed.” Iriel looked up to meet Xiran’s gaze, a small smile on his face. “It is… normal.”

“So that’s why…” Xiran followed the trail of blood as it slid down Iriel’s face and body. Any human would freak out if they were to see such a thing. Xiran’s cock twitched, fully hard and weeping pre-cum.

“Do I disgust you?” Something flashed in Iriel’s eyes as he waited for Xiran’s answer.

Xiran held the angel’s gaze. “That is the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life.”

“Surely you jest.” But Iriel stepped over his discarded robe, the tips of his wings trailing behind his feet. “How old are you?”

“Five hundred and sixty-two. Now come fuck me.”

Iriel spread Xiran’s ass and caressed his twitching hole.. Xiran shuddered at the sensation of the angel’s blood smearing against him. With a slow gentleness that nearly drove Xiran mad, Iriel slid his fingers inside, working his blood into Xiran with deliberate movements. Xiran squirmed against Iriel’s hand. “Fuck… I thought you were a virgin.”

“I never said that I was.” Iriel pushed another finger inside of Xiran, stretching his ass with a squelch that echoed through the cave. “Though it has been… quite a long time.”

As he spoke, Iriel’s cock brushed against the back of Xiran’s leg, leaving a trail of pre-cum along his skin. Xiran smiled. “It's cute that you’re holding back.”

“It is becoming increasingly difficult.”

Xiran squeezed his hole around Iriel’s fingers, moaning at the fullness. “Then feel free to stop.”

Iriel went still, his voice coming out in a rasp when he finally spoke. “Are you certain?”

Xiran turned and looked at the angel over his shoulder, ignoring the biting sting of the chains at his wrists. “Iriel.”

Iriel’s gaze snapped up to meet Xiran’s. The eyes dotting his face and chest rolled to stare at him.

“Iriel.”

Half of the angel’s eyes rolled back into his body, even as they sent fresh streams of blood pouring down his skin. It pooled at the base of his dick, turning the white shaft nearly black.

Xiran licked his lips, the thought of that blood-soaked cock in his mouth sending another jolt down his spine.

But before he could make the suggestion, Iriel moved first.

The angel pulled his fingers free, angled himself at Xiran’s bloody hole and shoved his way inside. Xiran cried out as pain swept through him, only to be chased away by the pleasure of being filled to the brim. He arched his back, falling into the sensation. “Oh, fuck.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.” To prove his point, Xiran pulled forward, then slammed his ass back onto Iriel’s cock. The angel groaned, his slender fingers gripping Xiran’s hips hard enough to hurt. Xiran smiled over his shoulder. “Are you?”

Iriel didn’t answer with words. Xiran screamed as Iriel pounded into him, thrusting his thick, hard cock mercilessly into Xiran’s blood-slicked hole. His wings flapped as he repositioned himself, nearly lifting Xiran off the ground. He gasped, ready to curse at the angel. But the words left him as he caught sight of the tips of Iriel’s wing. The white feathers darkened even as Xiran watched, black climbing up the wings like a living thing. “Iriel, your—”

“I know.” Iriel’s movements slowed for a moment. “I was prepared for it.”

Xiran frowned, but bit back his questions. Instead, he squeezed around Iriel’s cock. The angel took the hint, picking up speed again. Between thrusts, Xiran gasped out words. “Your… hand… Choke… me! Oh, fuck!”

Iriel complied, his long hand wrapping easily around Xiran’s neck. Xiran’s eyes rolled back as the angel cut off his airway and slammed into him. Blood squelched with each thrust, the sound bouncing off the stone walls. The scent filled the air, coating Xiran’s forked tongue and driving him senseless. He cried out as pleasure flooded his body, his cum shooting out so hard it nearly hurt. His vision blurred, his cock twitching as his balls emptied themselves onto the cave floor.

Iriel pulled him back against his chest. “I’m sorry. I can’t stop.”

Xiran turned, his eyes still cloudy. He stuck out his tongue and licked blood as it ran down Iriel’s face. “Then don’t.”

Iriel shuddered and rammed his cock deeper into Xiran, pulling a scream from the demon. He moved relentlessly, his fingers bruising Xiran where they grabbed his leg and throat. The chains bit into his wrists, burning away his skin, but the pain only increased his pleasure. Xiran licked more of Iriel’s blood, earning a growl from the angel and another hard thrust of his cock. Xiran cried out as another orgasm swept over him. The pleasure multiplied as Iriel came inside him, the angel’s cum shooting into Xiran’s ravaged hole. They both swayed, their legs going slack under the weight of their shared pleasure.

Iriel pulled his cock free, the squelching and the sensation sending another shudder down Xiran’s spine. “I find myself conflicted.”

It took a moment for Xiran to understand what the angel was saying. When it finally registered, he turned and glared at him. “Are you trying to back out?”

Iriel stared down at Xiran’s gaping asshole. “Not precisely. But at the moment, I find that I do not want to release you.”

After a moment, a smile spread across Xiran’s face. “I don’t remember putting a limit on the payment...”

Iriel looked up then, blood dripping down his face. “Then… you will not run?

“Not if you’re going to fuck me like that.” Xiran licked his lips, wanting another taste of the angel’s blood.

Even if the gods were only fucking with him from the great beyond, Xiran said a silent prayer of thanks.