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Living Evil	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1301 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2
The dark is cold and unrelenting, like the polar ice caps of the great north; frigid slicing through your very bones with a dull blade of malice. The only sound I hear in the claustrophobic atmosphere is my own laboured breaths, the pumping of my holy tainted blood rushing in my ears – far beyond me to know if it is due to excitement or dread – I am not bound in any form, yet I find myself rooted to a perch I cannot phantom, held tightly against nothing at all. Perhaps it be my own dishevelled mind playing tricks on me, it causes my palms to sweat and my feathers to fluff.
I see nothing, and I feel everything, and I can taste the sweetness of his breath, and smell the stench of death – pungent like a fresh carcass – I can go on for hour's mayhap even days describing the home of such an exceptional fiend, but it all would be quite redundant now wouldn't it? It would be just a rehearsal of any horror one may find, a normality I suppose – yet faced with the true happenings of evil, those stories pale in comparison – If only there was a spec of light, even hellfire would be a welcome sight oppose to this darkness, but, then again, I don't wish to leave him. Oh heavenly father, what have you done to me? What error had accrued when you created me? To want this, to want him, blasphemy, wrong –oh so very wrong- I miss him, where has the child of the purest gone?
Chilled fingers smoothed my feathers, answering my wandering question, he was here, perhaps all along, watching in this thick blackness that engulfs me, mind and soul. This was the price, a price I wanted to pay – save my city, take me- But isn't this what I always longed for? Was the payment just a stratagem to get what I truly wanted, an excuse to have those eyes gaze upon me, and those chilling bloodied fingers to touch me? Yes, I dare say it was.
He is a walking incongruous being, his touch cold yet his breath hot, his scent is of death yet his mouth smells of the sweetest candy, already I am enthralled into his wickedness. That terrifying and captivating mouth brushes faintly over my broad shoulder, fingers scraping against the armoured pads of god, searching for the latches – I could only shrug my shoulder slightly, pushing it forward, giving him access- His chuckle filled my left ear, with sharp teeth he scraped against the lobe. I wanted nothing more than to turn and hold him in a lovers embrace – unacceptable.
His guttural voice burns my ear and slithers like a snake in my soul. I could stand here like a statue and listen to him for eternity, to hear that deep raspy voice burn my very being as he spoke of horrors; his fine art.
"Angel, why do you tremble?"
I could swallow my tongue, the sting of shame fills me, I am unable to answer his question – to say such things aloud, for me, a defender of good and righteousness, tell the most evil being why I tremble… no, I cannot. He will not wait forever, and his movements show his impatient nature, sharp nails ripped away hard armour, digging in the clean flash of my chest, raking said claw like nails downwards, leaving behind tracks of crimson. In a swift movement, either be it myself or him, I'll never know, I am facing him, and all I can see is his eyes, gleaming like a beast in the night, glowing, reflecting off of the non-existent light. His nose and cheeks barley visible in this kind of darkness, his fangs gleam hungrily. I trembled again, more violently under his heated starving stare.
His mouth stretches further over his teeth, in a mocking smile – he knows, he knows my I tremble, and he is revelling in the certainty – slow and graceful like a feline he dips down, dipping his pointed tongue in the deepest slice on my chest, slowly lapping up my life force, his pupils dilate, his groan is of pure satisfaction – I nearly fell to the false flooring, my knees giving out, yet it is the strength of his gaze that keep me planted – "Curious-ier, and curious-ier Angel, you make me wonder." He nearly slides upwards, his hands sliding up and over my shoulders, his face mere inches from my own, his gaze locked onto me, he slowly swipes his tongue over his blood stained lips making me inch forward, wanting a taste. "Is all your kind similar to you, or are you just the fucked up one, hmmm? Big ol' daddy won't be happy, would he?" Yes indeed, he knew, my utter shame, the cross I'll always be damned to carry – an Archangel that lusts, pitiful.
To Vegeta it is a revelation he was glorifying in, but what wicked being wouldn't? I embodied perfection, the vengeful defender, a slayer of evil, wrack silent and immobile by a feeling I shouldn't experience for all my immortal life; lust, raw sickening lust, for an evil creature of all things – my brother Lucifer must be laughing his silly head off by now. My breath hitches the moment I felt Vegeta's hand slide to the cloth of my tunic, and ripped it clean from me, exposing my bare hips; the equipment of man not gracing my pelvis, instead a bare patch of nothing, just flat bare skin, and the child of the purest laughs at this, laughs so painstakingly hard, tears form in the corner of my eyes.
Jutting short formed chuckled escaped those cruel lips, subsiding quietly, as those eyes took on a veil of sweeten innocence's, tampered by childish curiosity – far more terrifying than his twisted smile – once again his tongue darted ever so slowly across his pinkish lips, glimpses of his pearly white teeth flashed, that particular gleam in his eyes made my body quiver. "Sweet little Angel, oh why do you cry?" That enchanting voice oozed mocked care, his hands twisting my hair from side to side in a slow sway, his lips mere millimetres from my own parched ones. "Don't be sad" He hissed lowly, speaking so lewdly, leaving me hanging on his every word, each drawled syllable engraved into my memory. "I'll give you what you want…" His lips touched the shell of my ear, and he done to most wonderful thing, he whispered to me in that magnifying voice, the masked veil of sweetness gone, drowned out by the tones of lustful mewling. "I'll give you what you…need…"
His head snapped back to my own, his eyes sharp and precise, holding me utterly captive. "Only if you ask… nicely, Angel." I can see the playfulness in his eyes, his energy bouncing inside him like a hardwired ball, each breath I take only excite him more, and I am amazed he is remaining as still as he was, instead of shaking like the excited pup he was – and who could truly blame him. "What do you want, Angel?" It is then I understood his words, and I couldn't speak. The questions of how dart in my muddled brain, how, how, how! How can this beautiful creature of darkness fulfill my needs, my wants and desires when two major parts of that particular playing I lack?
Plundering in the darkness, my hand lifted, and with what ever willpower I had over my body, I laid my quivering hand upon his cold shoulder, what happened next, was not what I expected. He hissed, forming into a threatening growl, his fangs bared and ominous, I felt the sting of his anger quickly, and my hand was instantly slapped away. My cry was caught in my throat, and I took a staggering step back – I didn't ask, I never told him, so there I shouldn't experience, permission is key.- instantaneously his façade of sweetness was back, the sugary smile replaced the demonic snarl, and his eyes soften looking for the world like a virtuous pure virgin of the night loving her chosen – on him it was startling – He slithered against me once again, and repeated his words once again in a slow manner, as if reciting the words for the slowest of men, well, there with him, I truly was slow.
My mind wandered for a moment, looking down at his body, half concealed in the blackness surrounding us; my ethereal sinful beauty. My answer, I gave him my answer in the most timid voice I ever stuttered; no longer the powerful being, I was a victim, a fatality to his pleasures. "You…" It was all I could say, you, I wanted you, to hold to love to own. Alas such a request is erroneous, be belongs to nothing and no-one, and I dare say he never will. The abyss does not own him, he owns that darkness, that perpetual blackness is his, and his alone.
His nails trail across my exposed skin, gliding over my taunt flesh, and he laughs richly, a tenor I never heard before, it was new, and it was intoxicating. "Me? And pray tell, Angel, how would you accomplish that when you don't have… the right… equipment?" A jester was he, patting against the flat area of my pelvis; his fingers scratching in a slow sensuous circle in the precise area where on any other man would be the base of his shaft. It burns me from the inside, jealously was never a trait of mine, but I felt its sickening burn. His laughter grew as his continued to torment me further with jeering comments on my lack of said 'equipment', "You're like one of those human Ken dolls. Oh it must burn you deeply." He took a wide step back, giving me back my own space, casting his form in the inky blackness, his eyes glowed more eerily. I heard him blow, felt the breath against my heated shameful cheeks, and a red glow begun to lighten the dark, creating deep shadows across his angular body. His skin bathed in the light of flames, crimson skin shone beautifully, his eyes twinkled with cruel mischief; nimble fingers toyed with tight fabric, pulling and tugging slowly, his hips swayed, and the beat of debauchery pulsed in my ears. His eyes held me, kept me from looking away, each inch slowly revealed to me, far much better than anything I've seen before, the miracle of birth looks more like the spew of an drug addicted whore compared to this sultry striking creature before me. I yearned like never before.
His chuckle sounded more of a pleased masculine giggle, his hands swept over his exposed chest, slipping minutely inside the seams of his pants, stroking, pawing, gliding; entranced and awed by such an evil creature, needy, wanting, desiring; wanting him more than life itself. I would willingly cast a hundred saints to the pits of hell just to be able to love him, such a sly wicked being. I watched his hands more fervently, watched as those sharp nails dipped into his mouth sensually, how those lips suckled the fleshy pads of his finger tips, wanting to taste those fingers, blood and all. Cruel, sick, twisted, beautiful –fucking-creature. He bares his back to me, stoking his sides, and swaying his trim hips, arching his neck back making his hair slide against the small of his back in slow wide sweeps, I will memorize every petite movement, each tangy sweet scent, everything. As his hands travelled downward, I stopped breathing all together, his delectable yet deadly hands splayed across his ass, palming both cheeks harshly, his nails dug into fabric before slowly slicing it through. Rough, I always knew he would be rough.
He tore the leggings from him as if it were offensive to him, and I nodded my head dumbly, yes they were offensive, terribly offensive, they must perish in the fire, damnation for eternity they shall suffer. A wayward finger dipped in between the full muscle of his cheeks, and with utmost attention I watched the play of miniscule shadows curve around the digit, drooled like a man deprived as that god awful digit trailed upwards – oh how I wanted to replace that finger with my tongue, I wonder how his musk would taste – his rocking motions made my own hips move to mimic without my brain's consent, he chuckled darkly under his breath at my murmured cuss.
He tilted his head to the side, giving me a beautiful side profile, touching the dark parts of my soul with his wicked smile, his fangs gleamed of ill intent, he tongued the sharp incisors, that redden appendage stroked slowly up and down, mimicking the side of tongue on cock – I wish I had one of those; dick envy, oh how I suffered from dick envy – A quirk of his finger gained my awareness, he gave me a glorious view, bending his body nearly in two, his hands sliding down to hold his ankles, his wicked eyes sparkled between his knees, and bared to me, only me, only I saw that tight ring of muscle and nerves, pink and needy, needy for something I could not give him. I whined, whined like a newborn begging for mothers milk – just a taste – his fingers danced across the skin of his legs, brushing over the back of his knees, into his thighs, up to the hanging appendages on his center, pulled and tugged gently, emphasizing the fact he was not neglected these special parts of a male. The head of his cock bobbed against the tightness of his stomach, trapped between air and solid muscle, my gut wrenched, knowing full well I'll never know the feeling of such a wonderful thing.
His smirk grew into a full devilish smile, in this perpetual darkness it glowed, that smile buckled my knees sending me to the floor, kneeling before him, hands spread out - a beggar to a saint; let me touch please – once again he repeated the action; it must be a oral fetish – his finger dipped into his mouth, toyed with a fang until cut. I watched, burning it into vivid detail as the blood bubbled and trailed down to his knuckle, groaned when said bloodied finger travelled against his alabaster skin - creating a striking contrast of color – and stopped at its destination. "Tell me Angel, do you like what you see?"
My body shuddered as he finally cut the silence, my mouth moved yet my tongue remained stationary, fat and swollen, excited and consumed with need. He truly didn't care for an answer, my laboured breathing was all the evidence he needed to know exactly what he was doing to me. It was all just pretence to mock me, that cruel sadistic bastard, he knew just killing me would not accomplish true torment on my being, to see, witness my object of desire only to not truly have is the greatest way to my utter destruction, kill my soul, my will, and leave me shamed before my death. His breath hitched and I gasped, the finger no longer playing against the bundle of nerves, now it was swallowed to the knuckle, the ring fit sweetly and snug around the digit – is it hot, warm, cold, is it as divine as I imagined over the centuries?- His body jerked, and shimmied, and my mind became a mass of putty.
He held great years of experience by the way his digit found that particular gland in his body in one push of penetration and the idea of it alone made my body burn and my mind to question; how many times has he finger fucked himself? He worked his finger like the pro he was, moving it in, sliding it out, only to push it in hard and quick pressing the digit down on his gland, in, down, out, in, down, out, over and over. His breathy groans shot up my spine, tickling my brain, not once did he close his eyes, glazed and open, his lips quirked into a joyous smirk, loving each movement, getting off on the fact of pain and pleasure, my pain, his pleasure. I suppose it's a duo gratification on his part, fingering himself and seeing my pain.
His other hand finally decided to join in on the fun, taking a strong hold of his heavy cock, thumb and index fingers wrapped tightly under the mushroom head. Oh yes, he liked the rough play if how he beat his cock was any clue. He jerked it up and down in a tight hold choking his cock, making the tip turn purplish and blue, rubbing it raw and fast in his palm. I couldn't help but to smack my lips several times, couldn't stop myself from running my hands over the voided area, feeling nothing but tight skin, imagining I was stroking a cock in wide sweeps. "Yeah, that's right Angel… fee-eel yourself, touch yourself for me. Imagine you fucking this tight asshole…" – Oh father in heaven forgive me – I did, I pictured it too easily, with his guidance and filthy voice. "I've never had anything more than my finger in there Angel, so, you know… I'm very tight, and so hot." His breathing escalated and I knew I was to be witness to this monster's orgasm, and I couldn't ask for anything more than that; let me die a happy man.
I gasped as he thrusted in an extra finger, nearly making him wail, his body shook with uncontrolled tremors, thrusting them in and out with a fever pitch that left me dizzy - he was so wanton like that, he looked celestial – his movements became more erratic, more forceful, is he was mortal no doubt he would leave bruises and a few tares. His chest heaved his eyes slid shut, a wonderful hue of pink coloured the bride of his nose spanning his high cheekbones; he was gorgeous.
Time stopped for him, the world halted its turning on the axes, as this godly creature paused, locked his muscles, and spilled the white creamy substance of his body, keeping the death grip under the head only allowing the thick cum to slowly drip from the slit of his cock down to the nonexistent floor beneath him. Before I knew it, I was crawling my way to the shimmering puddle, dipping my head between his spread legs, my tongue arched out to taste, electricity engulfed me out of pure adrenaline and excitement alone, the tip of my tongue just a centimetre away. Strong fingers tangled into my hair, whipping my head back in a excruciating arch – If I were a mere mortal, no doubt it would sever my head from my shoulders from the sheer force he used- I wailed and nearly screamed, pleading for the taste, and all I was greeted by was his sinister laugh laced with his darkly laced voice. "Tell me how much you want it Angel…" My eyes clashed against his, mischief played in the ebony.
I answered him; I spoke so quietly, so brokenly to him. "A taste… please… let me taste."
A woof of malevolence laughter was my answer, his fingers released my hair, giving me all the permission I needed, and like a dog I lapped the essence of evil. Curled my tongue around and in the puddle of bitter cum, one of the best thing I have ever tasted because it was him I was sampling, the sharp musk and saltiness was purely him and he watched from his bent angle, as I nosily licked him all up from the floor. I whine as the substance and taste was gone, all of it settled in my belly, tilting my head up, I stared at his cock, eyeing the gleam still present on the tip. With care I moved up, locked on the shine of cum, smacking my lips, my tongue stretched to taste.
He denied me, in a painful way, snapping his teeth harshly against my sensitive tongue, growling like a beast, his eyes burning with the trimming of crimson. I yelped like the dog I was scampering away from its master, my hand clamped over my lips, keeping those sharp weapons away.
With the ease of a dancer he straightened, turning onto me with wrathful eyes his lips set grimly, and I knew it was time for me to die. A millisecond, a flash, and he was smiling sweetly at me; which terrified me all the more. He moved in on me like a panther on wounded prey, gliding, ethereal in his movements. He stopped above me, his feet planted on each side of my waist, dropping down, gracing me with the full weight of his upper body, reaching out to cup my face, making me flinch unsure of his next move. He leaned forward and licked my middle finger placing a kiss on my knuckle, silently asking me to move my hand from my lips and I obeyed like a good pet. He gave me a gentle kiss, easing my discomfort. "Angel," He all but purred "you can't touch me with those… clean hands of yours." Reaching out behind me, he fingered my wings, the blood staining the white feathers. "But you can, only if…" He trailed off, tilting his head away from me, staring off into the distance leaving me to figure things out on my own, but, it was no good to do such a thing, leaving me to come to my own conclusions after the show I just witness… my brain wasn't really *up* to thinking.
"If I what?" It came out far more eager than I wanted it to, but once again, my brain has taken a full on vacation to places unknown.
His head snapped back, and his lips stretched over his teeth in an ominous smile. He leaned in closer, his breath on my lips, his fingers still trailing my wings fluffing the feathers to attention. His eyes trailed behind me, taking in the wings of an avenger of God. "Forsake them…" he whispered, the sweet breath against my lips, hot and full of meaning. "Forsake your father" His eyes slipped to my own, half lidded, and a moan escapes his lips – I wanted to make him moan, and so much more for me. "accept me as your Master, your owner, the one you pray to, the one you unsheathed your fiery sword for and kill as I demand."
My breath shuddered, and my body shook, forsake my father, and forsake all I knew… "Yessssss." The word trailed from my mouth in a whispering hiss far before I truly thought of the consequence of my actions, before my brain could kick in and tell me the significance of what I was agreeing to. I just wanted it so badly.
His laughter turned into a devastating cackle, the fingers gripped the joints of my wings and pulled with great power, yanking them out, removing the evidence of what I am…was. He stood above me, a foot on my chest pushing me back against the spurting blood behind me, slicking my back with my own blood. I writhe under him, whimpering in my agony, sucking back the tears that threaten to fall – I would not show weakness any longer to him-
He licked at the blood dripping from his fingers, nearly becoming intoxicated with my tinted blood. He spoke to me, lowly, I had to strain to hear him, ignore the burning sharp pain behind me. "You will remain here Angel, to die an Angel's death and the purity will drain from your body. The darkness that surrounds you will seep into your soul, corrupting you, turning you, welcoming you into the abyss, my home. I own you, you belong to me to do whatever I see fit. You understand Angel?"
I nodded my head weakly, and he stepped away. "You'll remain here, in the blackness for five hundred years alone. Then I'll come for you, be prepared Angel because there is so much for us to do." He moved away from me then, ignoring my pleas, brushing off my screams. I will go mad here, on my own, never to see light again or hear another's voice; but I suppose that was the point, an Angel's death.
The last thing I saw or heard was his chuckle and form moving away, the thin sheen of light that graced us faded away with him, leaving me in the nothingness of this place, and all I could think was that he never asked me my name, would I even remember the name Goku once he returns… I wonder what my name will be once he returned to gather me…
Kakarot…
This was so damn tricky, and gave me a damn hard time to, honestly I cannot count how many times I deleted paragraphs because I didn't like how it sounded, and rewrite, an delete an rewrite. Well I should say retype. No full on anal sex here, couldn't do that, if you're well versed in Angels then you know they have no reproductive organs thus why they do not lust for mortals, however Goku does lol or this fic would have never existed. I hope you all enjoyed the fic and wasn't offended, and if you were, then why the fuck are you reading my work!? You should know better haha and I'm not sorry!
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