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While Angel wasn’t exactly his type, that was besides the point.
“Your milk is going to go bad three days early.” The Future Devil fervently warned from behind Aki’s eyelid.
“No,” Aki rebuffed in an utterance against Angel’s temple, his eyes shut defiantly. The dark room veiled Aki, and he felt safer within it. He typically kept a light on when sleeping with Angel for his own safety, but this had become a nightly escapade. The Future Devil was persistent and abhorrently nosy.
“The Blood Fiend girl is going to clog your toilet tomorrow.” The Devil insisted, tone badgering and laced with an attempt of persuasion.
“No,” Aki reiterated, cracking open his left eye. He rolled onto his side, leaving the sleeping Angel bundled within blankets. He spoke to his right side, the devil encompassing his thoughts like a stroke.
“You’re going to get a parking ticket on Monday.” The Future Devil offered as a final bartering chip, earning a groan from Aki. Angel didn’t stir, sleeping like a rock tucked amongst disheveled blankets and every pillow in the apartment.
“I’m trying to sleep.” Clamping a hand over his right eye, Aki rocked his head to the side. The Devil had been badgering him relentlessly for weeks. Despite his ability to peek in at just about any time—something was more exciting about an invitation. Aki clamped his eyes shut whenever he could feel a malingering bystander in his optic nerve, much to his chagrin.
“You’ve had more than enough opportunity to sleep! Your hours are ticking away.” The Devil chimed, tone playful and tinged with delight at his ability to finally crack through Aki’s veneer. He had been pushing for weeks. Aki had resisted every step of the way, but the acknowledgement was all that he needed.
“You’re going to wake him up.”
“I’ll whisper, but humor me!” The Future Devil taunted, voice resonating in a stinging vibration through Aki’s temples. “Turning the lights off doesn’t deter me, and it’s reckless on your part.”
Aki wasn’t aware of this. He pulled his arm out from beneath Angel, shuffling and rolling the smaller man to the side. His wings flickered and swatted as he shifted, waking just long enough to groan and smack Aki twice with heavy, flightless feathers. Angel quickly fell back asleep.
“What do you want? You can’t come up with more conditions for our contracts.” Aki grumbled, shifting the single corner of the sheets that Angel had left him. He twisted and tied his pajama pants around his waist, clicking on his bedside table’s lamp. He was shirtless, with Angel having stolen his matching top to gouge large holes through for his wings.
“I’m bored,” The Future Devil taunted, lying. He was not bored: He was merely fascinated. “And you’re the most interesting human I’ve had the pleasure of encountering in some time.” A mocking giggle coursed along the back of Aki’s spine, viscerally irritating.
“Look into the future and find something more exciting.” Aki sighed, standing. He kicked his slippers to roll them upright, shuffling his feet in. He rummaged through his bedside table for a pack of cigarettes, still occasionally having the urge to indulge. Being woken up in the middle of the night by an annoying voyeur of a Devil was one of those things that would instigate him returning to the bad habit. Stress smoking was already hard to kick.
He had been smoking roughly once a week since Himeno died, typically in secret. Angel could smell it on him whenever he did.
“Your lighter is in your bowl of house keys.” The Devil helpfully informed. “You know, naturally, you would have died of lung cancer in thirty years.. If only you were so lucky!”
“I figured it would have been an aneurysm or a Devil. Whatever got the jump on me first.” Packing his cigarettes in his palm, Aki removed one to tuck behind his ear. Cutting on the hallwaylight, he followed the Future Devil’s guidance. As the Devil said, his well-loved lighter had sifted to the bottom of a large pile of house keys.
Power, Denji, Angel and Aki all had their own pairs. Despite Power and Angel not being allowed to go outside without a human (or mostly human) escort, it was a backup in case someone forgot or lost their set. Power’s had a keychain of a cat that closely resembled Meowy, Denji’s had an orange lanyard with a bulldog keychain, and Angel’s was attached to a wristlet strap, plain and pink. He had already picked apart multiple puffballs that Power bought to attach to the strap. Angel had a bad tendency of losing things, so a massive, fluffy white puff was enough to keep him fiddling with it and not just toss it wherever he felt like.
“Thanks.” Aki flatly responded to the voice in his head, clicking his lighter to ignite his cigarette on the way out to his balcony. Kicking out his chair, he braced his elbow on his table, watching the glowing, light-polluted sky. “I know you’re going to keep bothering me. You can come out.”
“I’m not hiding.” The Devil quipped, the tops of his antlers peeking out from beneath the guardrail. He slowly arose from the underside, manifesting from thin air, drifting vertically upwards. Aki wondered what his devil-hunting neighbors might think.
“What do you want?” Aki cut through the potential for any banter, razor-sharp in tone. He leaned over the table, nursing his cigarette on the edge of his mouth. It bounced with his words, gripped loosely between soft, chewed pink on the corner of his lower lip.
“Your pet Devil isn’t really my type.” The Future Devil complained, though his tone indicated indifference.
“He’s not a pet.”
“Your boyfriend-Devil isn’t really my type,” The Future Devil rephrased, and Aki crinkled his eyebrows together. He could feel parallel stress lines forming on his 22-year old forehead.
“He’s not my boyfriend, either.” Right. The Future Devil’s stomach blinked dryly, pupil dilated and disengaged. Aki could practically feel all seven of his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
“Your roommate-slash-work-buddy isn’t really my type,” The Future Devil attempted once again, and Aki ashed his cigarette, not contesting these terms.
“And?” Aki monotonously countered, staring through him. He wasn’t sure where to look to attempt to assert dominance, gaze drifting between both the leering eye in his belly and the orange glow from behind his crackled walnut helm.
“I can see the appeal, though.”
“If you’d stop trying to watch us, it wouldn’t matter if you didn’t find it appealing or if you weren’t into him.” Aki groaned, kicking back into his chair. He leaned the backing against the wall, putting some distance between himself and the Devil.
“I can see your future either way.” The Devil sighed, drifting over the guardrail. His roots coiled through the concrete and tile, though the damage seemed, hopefully, impermanent. He wasn’t sure if the Future Devil’s form was more phantom than not, but the notion of having to get his balcony repaired pissed Aki off. “It’s just a matter of turning the lights on for me. Open your right eye, boy.”
Aki cupped a hand over his right eye in defiance, shaking his head. “No way.”
“You already shoved your head in my belly. Why not make it safer for the both of you?” The Devil pried. “I know every time you will sleep together already. Really, it’s bold of you to try to ignore his life-siphoning abilities… Your fate won’t change, unless you really, really want to throw me for a loop!”
“I have no intention of dying before my two years are up.” Ashing his cigarette again, Aki could feel his mouth go dry at the notion of his quickly-encroaching end. He kept his right eye shut, despite the Devil being directly in front of him.
“You’ll die in three months when the condom breaks?” The Future Devil bartered with a lie, sliding a hand forward like a poker chip across the table. Aki took this future with a grain of salt. “I really do want to see your end as it entailed before you took the initiative here! So boring to have to report you dead in bed.. an act of negligence, really!”
Aki averted his gaze, choosing to ignore the Devil for the time being.
“I’m not tempted to let you change your future! Really, what good is our contract if you chose to break it? You’ve already gotten on the bad side of the Fox Devil..”
Aki’s mouth felt dry.
“Leopard changing spots, I suppose.” Reaching over, the Future Devil plucked Aki’s dying cigarette from his hands. “A taste for foul-attitudes and red heads. The boss clearly knew what she was doing, enticing you. Lucky for you, I hold no love for her.”
With a jazzy splaying of the fingers aside from the cigarette hooked into his pinky, the Devil rocked his hips side to side, a little dance as he rooted himself to one of the three plastic chairs available opposite of Aki. It was always too cramped to have everyone out there, but Aki bought the chairs.. just in case.
Aki wanted to be defensive over Makima, but stifled the aggression in the back of his head. He watched the vibrant, artificial glow of the skyline from behind the dark apartments intercepting his view.
“I have no intention of tattling!” The Future Devil crossed his heart, “It’s more interesting this way, anyways.. Seeing you two pulled apart because you can’t keep your hands to yourself? Boring, boring, boring!”
Embarrassed, Aki held his tongue, wishing to chase his cigarette with a second.
“Aren’t you afraid you might be underperforming?” The Devil prodded, bracing his elbows on the counter and prompting Aki to lean further back. He propped his chin, or the close approximation to it, into his palms. His fingers coiled and cracked like a tense, crackling livewire, the wood splitting with his movements. The wood healed over instantly with a fleshy, thick layer of skin from the underside of the birch. “He is a Devil, you never know!”
“Fuck off,” Aki finally barked, irritated and letting the frustration crack the facade of indifference.
“You know.” The Future Devil finally sighed, rocking his head to each side. His antlers smacked the guardrail. “I can lend a helping hand, or I’ll just keep listening.” He wasn’t giving Aki a choice, this time. “I can’t see what’s going on if you can’t.. but I still know.”
“Piss off. I don’t want some fucking Devil nosing in my business.”
Gritting his teeth, Aki slammed his head defeatedly onto the plastic table too hard, rattling it. He could feel an instant migraine forming between his temples along with a pink welt across his forehead. He fortunately avoided banging his nose, though he knew Public Safety would easily put back together a pretty face like his own.
The Future Devil propped the cigarette in the right bottom eyehole, feigning an inhale and blowing billowing toxic smoke through every orifice he had. With this, he littered the burnt butt over the balcony. It landed in damp grass far below.
“I’m giving you the illusion of choice, ‘cuz, y’know, I’m so nice.”
Aki stood up, collecting his ash tray to dump inside. He didn’t want his roommate trio to know he had been stress smoking again. Fucking off, he left the Future Devil to leak his prying branches into the downstairs neighbour’s roof.
Power and Denji already interrupted them nearly every time they had sex. Denji would annoy them, and Power would bang on walls and tell them to shut up. The last thing he needed was another chatty, annoying obstacle blasting into the back of his brain. He didn’t know if he had performance anxiety, but Aki’s libido was already low, and he was a chronic hit-or-miss when it came to actually being able to cum.
The Future Devil was a huge voyeur and a pervert. Go figure.
--
Aki felt lucky to have a day off, and had begun to take advantage of them more often after Himeno’s death. It’s what she would have wanted. Despite his determination to defeat the Gun Devil, it felt nice to take a breather, and Angel could bitch and whine and complain every time they were designated to spearhead a mission.
He’d cut Angel some slack, too. It meant Power and Denji had to carry more weight during their leg of work, however. They were scheduled until 9pm (21:00), which at least meant that they were given a Makima-sanctioned and Public Safety-funded dinner to wrap up the night. Denji was always happy to eat just about anything thrown at him, and Power made sure to put a dent in Makima’s wallet every time they went out to eat. She would take some for home, too. Aki’s fridge was packed to the brim with fresh ingredients and styrofoam take-out boxes.
Between the four of them, Public Safety had been keeping them well-fed from the moment they taught Aki to be bold and game the system. He liked cooking his own meals, but it was easier to feed a crowd when someone else was cooking and footing the bill.
A chainsaw hummed on-screen, familiarity dragging Aki out of his head. Aki craned his neck to glimpse out of the window, fully expecting Denji to be whirring on their balcony. Angel gave him a nudge in the side to remind him of the horror slasher movie they were watching. The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. How topical.
Leaning into Aki, Angel rocked his legs to the side, knees pinched together and directed away. His wings cushioned beneath him, a pillow propped beneath his head and giving a platform over Aki’s thighs. Aki absent-mindedly threaded his fingers through his messy red waves, only halfway attentive.
Angel was much more invested in the movie, though occasionally he would turn to readjust and shift Aki’s hand on his scalp. Aki kneaded his fingers along the underside of his jaw in a rotation.
Angel turned completely to the screen, slipping a hand beneath the pillow separating them to graze his hand between Aki’s thighs, following a trail from his inner knee up the seam of his pajama pants. Aki chose to ignore this, though he did let it click that Angel was probably trying to initiate.
Aki lifted a hand, pressing a kiss to the tips of his own fingers, carrying it down to hover his fingertips against Angel’s lips. He gave a bite to Aki’s fingers, taking both index and middle finger into his mouth. Grazing his teeth over Aki’s knuckles, he let his mouth go slack when Aki prodded the two fingers back against his tongue. Angel shifted, nudging the pillow to the opposite side of Aki’s lap. He rested his chin on Aki’s clothed thigh, letting Aki trace the muscle of his tongue, drool pooling from the corner of his lips.
“I want to finish the movie. There’s.. thirty minutes left, probably.” Aki answered to a lack of a question, earning an eye roll from Angel. He shut his eyes, pulling off of Aki’s gloved hand.
“I guess I can be patient.” Sulking mildly, Angel hooked a hand between his thighs, letting his palm sit warm through his pants. “Even if you’ve been groping me this whole time.”
Aki decided to take this fondling in turn with grace. “It’s almost done. I don’t remember how this movie ends.”
“Probably with Texas-Chainsawing and massacres.” Angel responded with a sigh, turning his gaze back to the television. He wiped his mouth into Aki’s pant leg, thumb tracing over the flaccid shaft of his cock through the cloth.
Aki wiped his glove impolitely into the small of Angel’s back, grazing the freshly-dried fingers beneath his shirt and along his narrow ribcage. He pinched Angel’s nipple with a rebuttal, which caused the smaller man’s wings to fluff up significantly along his shuddering spine.
“They’re going to come home early,” The Future Devil interrupted with a playful hum beneath Aki’s optic nerve, a whisper from inside of his cochlea. “So you’re going to miss your chance.”
Aki could feel any excitement instantly dwindle into nothing. Even with Angel groping him, the thought of the invasive Future Devil and his other roommates put him off entirely.
“I’ll keep an eye out.” The Devil offered. “You can keep getting handsy.”
Aki stared blankly through the screen, the carnage not distracting enough to keep him from getting annoyed. A chime of high-pitched wailing laughter shot down his spine, audible only to him.
“You have 13 minutes before they get home. Chainsaw boy had a bad day.”
Aki grimaced at the notion of Denji being in a bad mood. While he wanted to provide him some form of comfort, he knew Denji preferred to internalize it. Power would probably be snippy and fussy in turn, because she had to tolerate this attitude all day.
“I can tell it’s probably been a rough one for Denji.” Aki muttered into Angel’s ear, hinging at the waist to murmur against his static-clung hair. “I’ll talk to him about his day, then I’ll make it up to you.”
“How are you going to make it up to me?” With fluttering eyelashes, Angel only glimpsed upwards for a moment, before retracting his question. “Nah. Surprise me.”
Aki would try to think of something that would appease Angel. Angel was feistier with a higher libido, and could show a mild interest in things Aki hadn’t dreamt of. Aki was about as vanilla as they came, though there was an inherent kinkiness to fucking a blood-sucking masosadist. The forbidden fruit of having sex with Devils also added an additional dimension of fucked-upness.
Didn’t stop anyone else, though. Fiends were on the menu for a surprising amount of Devil Hunters, and Aki wouldn’t be surprised if Special Division 4 had more interminglings than one would expect.
Predictably, thirteen minutes later, the apartment’s door was thrown open by Power. Meowy instantly beelined to her, hopping up onto her shoulder when she clicked her tongue. Drenched in foul-smelling purple Devil blood, she instantly dropped her clothing onto the floor, kicking it into a pile in the kitchen.
Denji lingered behind her, throwing his Public Safety blazer over her shoulders while Meowy clambered into her arms. He never wore it, but he kept it on hand for when he knew that Power was going to instantly disrobe. She wiped her face into a hand-towel, ruining it. Aki had dozens of replacements because of the frequency of this scenario.
“Today sucked.” Denji announced to the room. He balanced four styrofoam boxes of takeout in his arms, dropping two of them on the table. He provided plasticware as well, ignoring that he was interrupting a fondle-session. “I got you dinner. You’re welcome.”
Taking the other two boxes, he shoved them haphazardly in the fridge, nudging Aki’s fresh vegetables into the back.
“You two going to be there long?”
“This movie’s almost done.” Aki answered while Angel reached up to the styrofoam boxes, snapping the top one open so he could see what Denji brought them. He grabbed a crab rangoon and piece of zucchini tempura, craning his neck to watch the screen over the ledge of the box.
“Miss Makima gave me a couple more movies to watch.” Denji rattled a plastic bag of VHS tapes hooked into his elbow. “So when you’re done I wanna crash there.”
Aki nodded in acknowledgement. “Give us 15 minutes.”
Before Aki had the opportunity to scold her for tracking blood everywhere, Power vanished into the bathroom to hose herself down. She didn’t frequently bother to bathe immediately after coming home, so Aki supposed she was also having a crummy day.
“There’s katsudon in the box underneath.” Denji tapped the open styrofoam container, taking a soft-shelled crab he’d deemed for himself. He crunched through the tempura coating, ignoring the plastic container of Tentsuyu, which had leaked a bit into the container. The tempura was slightly soggy, but Angel clearly didn’t mind. “You’re welcome.”
“Thanks.” Angel responded by waving the zucchini spear.
Angel folded his legs, giving Denji space to sit down. Denji took this offer, commandeering a third of the couch to himself, flopping down and adjusting Angel’s wing tips to give himself more space.
“Texas Chainsaw Massacre?” Denji commented, and Angel bobbed his head in a nod of agreement.
“I already saw this one with Miss Makima.” Propping his arms along the back of the couch, he kicked his legs up on the table. Aki sucked in a complaint. Leaning forward again, Angel picked up the tempura mushrooms from the back of the box. Aki moved the box to pick at the katsudon beneath, also not bothering with chopsticks or plasticware. He would make sure they would all wash their hands when they were done.
“How’d today go?” Aki asked, glimpsing towards Denji as he stuffed a slice of room-temperature pork into his mouth.
“Sucked.” Denji replied, avoiding Aki’s eyes. “Sucked bad.”
Aki accepted this as his answer, not prompting him to clarify. “That blows.”
“Yeah. It’s whatever. At least Miss Makima gave me some movies and bought me dinner.”
“What movies?” Angel asked, shifting his weight to glimpse at the bag Denji was nursing. Denji peeked into the bag, reading the covers. “Some new releases. Scream, Space Jam.” Denji flipped another VHS, struggling to read the cover. He paused for a moment, turning it to Aki. Aki read the front.
“That’s Gone With The Wind.”
“This one looks old as hell, actually.” Denji dropped it back in the bag.
“Can you read the subtitles?” Angel asked.
Denji shrugged. “Dunno. It probably has a Japanese dub, Miss Makima knows I’m still learning.” He had been making big strides, as well. He was learning to read parking signs, since Aki and Kishibe said they were willing to teach him to drive.
“Angel and I will go to bed soon, so feel free to watch them and cry, I guess.”
“I’m not going to cry.” Denji scoffed. Makima gave him a variety of movies, but he didn’t anticipate bawling over Space Jam or whatever. Cute cartoon animals probably wouldn’t distress him too much.
“Promise?” Angel teased, sighing as he watched the wrapping-up of the gore-filled slasher fic, chewing through soggy vegetables.
“Shut up.” Denji groaned, cupping a hand over his face. He leaned against the backrest.
Aki didn’t intercept this feigned friction. Once the movie finished, Power came parading nude out of the shower, heading straight to their shared room. Denji decided that she could take the room for the rest of the night and leave the living room for himself. Meowy ate from their food bowl, before returning to Power’s side.
Angel flapped his wings as he sat up, brushing his fingers through his hair as he picked up his final bites of vegetables. He picked a few pieces of egg out of the katsudon bowl.
“Want me to leave this for you to pick at?” Aki asked while Denji shifted, re-situating himself on the couch. He splayed his awkwardly long teenager legs out, arms outstretched. Aki wiped his hands into a napkin and took the bag of movies, exchanging VHS tapes to let Denji kick the night off with Scream.
“Nah, you can pop it in the fridge.” Denji dismissively waved his hands, and Aki shut the takeout to go play tetris to fit it into the refrigerator. He adjusted the contents while Angel washed his hands and used the restroom.
“Goodnight.” Aki bid Denji adieu, reaching over to toss a blanket over him.
“Night.” Denji collected the blanket, swaddling himself in it as he peeled off his shirt and belt, tossing it over the back of the couch.
Wiped down, Angel had changed clothes and cleaned himself up before heading to the bedroom. Aki took the opportunity to do the same, ignoring the pair of scissors and slits of cloth tossed into the sink, indicating that Angel had hand-crafted himself a new outfit. With a sigh, he brushed his teeth and untied his hair, washing his face and hands thoroughly, making sure to wipe any bacteria out from under his nails.
“At least pretend to be excited!” The Future Devil uttered into his skull, making Aki jump. He glimpsed up at his reflection, finding the Devil flipped inverted in the mirror, seemingly dropping through the ceiling.
“I thought you left.” Aki spat toothpaste into the sink, rinsing it out along with spraying his toothbrush.
“I was thinking about stealing your dinner..” The Devil thoughtfully hummed, dipping down from the ceiling, his body immaterial and phasing through the tile. “I’ll take it to-go when I leave. I love rice.”
“If I just give it to you now, will you leave?”
“In your dreams, hoohoo! I can’t be bought off with soggy third-hand dinner.”
Aki groaned. He dried his face in his towel, pulling his shirt back on. He affixed his sleeves into place, pulling on his cloth nighttime gloves for Angel. Taking his nighttime dosage of SSRIs, Aki cut off the lights and shut the door behind him, cupping his hand over his right eye as if to prevent the Future Devil from looking through it.
Entering his bedroom, Angel had already thrown together their nest. The pillows had been relocated to mostly his side, and Aki lamented the size of their shared bed. He figured he could invest in a larger one, but the small amount of lifespan he had left would leave Angel being rehomed back into Public Safety captivity when he died. Spoiling Angel and then dooming him to sleeping on a mat in a cold, empty room seemed unfair.
He knew Makima didn’t care about where Angel would sleep when they started living together. She probably wouldn’t have assumed that they would share a bed, however.
“So.” Angel started as Aki locked the door. “How were you going to make it up to me?”
Aki forgot about the promise. Approaching his side, he cut off the bedside table’s lamp. Angel immediately reached over to flick it back on. The Future Devil giggled in Aki’s brain.
“I have new gloves.” Aki indicated with a twist of his wrist, though he knew that cloth wasn’t in his best interests if they were going to possibly risk any bodily fluids. He kept a box of nitrile gloves in their bedside table, at least. Angel sat up, the blanket shifting. He wore thin grey sweatpants, and one of Aki’s shirts, now claimed as his own. Aki grumbled in recognition of the shirt being one of Himeno’s old gifts, but he would try to not be annoyed by it. Himeno loved Seikima-II, and she and Aki had matching shirts from a concert she had dragged them to.
He supposed Angel would be getting more use out of the shirt.
“Let’s see them.” Angel lifted his hands, and Aki approached. Kneeling, he laced his fingers through Angel’s, letting him feel the soft cloth. The material was smooth and black, warm with Aki’s body temperature. Aki ran his thumb along the edges of Angel’s hands, giving a soft squeeze. Angel propped himself up on his knees, bumping his head against Aki’s covered clavicle.
Aki reached up to nudge his halo away with one hand, to prevent it from hitting him in the face.
“Feels nice.” Angel commented, sighing into Aki’s chest. Aki released Angel’s embraced hand, winding his arms around Angel’s shoulders. Angel’s wings bristled.
“They’re thin.” Aki commented, slipping his hands down the back of Angel’s stolen shirt to fumble with the tag. It was awkward to try to disrobe him, so he would leave that up to Angel. “I’m kind of pushing the limits on how safe I can be.”
“I’ll tell you if it’s thin enough I start draining your lifespan.” Angel responded. “I still wouldn’t risk pantyhose.”
“I’m still willing to try it sometime.”
Angel pulled away to remove his own shirt, flipping it inside out as he tucked his wings in, sliding himself out of it. Getting dressed and undressed was a nuisance with his wings in the way.
“It’s probably too thin.” The Future Devil mused, eavesdropping. Aki stifled his aggravation at the Devil interrupting him at every turn. “One tear and you’re out!”
Aki seated himself on the bed’s edge, allowing Angel to reposition himself and finish his costume change. Angel pulled himself onto Aki’s lap, straddling his waist.
“So, how were you going to make it up to me?” Angel prodded harder, and Aki rested his gloved hands on his covered inner thighs. Tracing his thumbs upwards, he smoothed it between Angel’s legs, giving a wary spread of his hand’s span beneath the clothes, his middle finger pressed between Angel’s folds.
“Mmh..” Aki chewed his lower lip, trying to think something up on the spot. He didn’t really consider it, finding his mind completely voided by the noisy, abrasive Devil constantly trying to third-wheel their encounters.
“At least act like you're interested. You're going to put a dent in his self esteem.” The Future Devil mocked as Angel ground down on Aki, partially demotivated by Aki’s stalling. For having a hot, half-naked twink on his lap, it apparently wasn’t enough to get Aki worked up. Aki could feel all of the blood in his dick transfer to his face, irritated at the constant interception.
Angel ran his hands over Aki’s chest through his shirt, wing tips framed around his sides. Aki turned his hand to trace a trail up his slit. Stalling out, he sat back, allowing Angel to press flush to him.
Angel paused, finding Aki struggling to take the lead. Unaware of the Future Devil’s constant badgering, he could detect Aki wasn’t exactly in the mood.
Demotivated and mildly disheartened, Angel awkwardly cleared his throat. Aki slid his middle finger dryly along Angel’s slit, the conversation falling flat. Aki wasn’t a particularly bold dirty-talker, but Angel anticipated.. something. Anything, really.
“It’s fine.” Angel commented passive aggressively, arching his back and glimpsing sidelong. He clicked the light off as he leaned to the side, picking himself up to head to his side of the bed. He pulled the shirt back on with a bit of a struggle, leaving the entirely-flaccid Aki high and dry. “Another time.”
“Sorry.” Aki apologized.
“Swing and a miss.” The Future Devil commented with a lamenting sigh, dramatized. A giggle made Aki’s blood boil. He wanted to blame the Future Devil entirely, even if his libido didn’t often match up with Angel’s. He would at least attempt when he wasn’t being eavesdropped on or watched.
“We have to work early tomorrow, anyways.” Angel sighed, plucking up their blanket to wind it around his shoulders. Flopping gracelessly onto the bed, he reached out to give Aki a gentle tug on the back of his shirt. “Guess it’s better in the long run that you sleep, human.” The mocking suggestion was followed with a tired blink in the dark, and Angel pressed a kiss to Aki’s spine through the cloth.
“I’m feeling pretty restless, actually.” Aki responded, turning to face towards Angel, laying on the sheets. He twisted the edge of the entirely-occupied blanket between his fingers.
“Not me. I’m tired.” Angel quipped, flashing a smile in the dark.
“Aren’t you always?” Aki responded, reaching up to brush a hand through Angel’s hair, barely illuminated by the lights from outside of his bedroom window.
“Being awake is so exhausting.” With a yawn, Angel bumped his head against Aki’s chest. Aki guided him closer, though Angel didn’t allow him any space under the blanket.
“Lazy.” Aki played, holding him to his side.
“Overachiever.” Angel countered, shutting his eyes.
“He’s going to get himself off once you go to sleep.” The Future Devil issued as a sort of warning. Aki pinched his eyes shut, thinking very hard about punching the Devil in the throat. “Maybe try adding a little pizzazz!”
Aki released Angel, brushing both of his hands through his own hair, tugging at the loose bangs around his temples with a groan.
“What’s your problem?” Angel asked, aloof.
“Headache.” Aki lied, turning his head to bury his face in his pillow.
“Go take an advil or something.” Angel suggested, running a hand over his back.
“It’s fine. Just annoying.” Aki grumbled, shifting to allow Angel’s leg to thread through his own. “It’s been persistent for the last few days. It’s really getting on my fucking nerves.”
The Future Devil snorted a laugh back, and Aki could practically feel himself going hot in genuine anger. Flustered and irritable, he groaned aloud.
“Go to sleep. Maybe you’ll feel better in the morning.”
“I don’t know.” Aki held his breath, letting it spill out in a slow exhale after a few moments.
“C’mon.” Angel prompted, throwing a wing over Aki’s side in a cradling embrace, non-fatal through their clothing. “If you still feel bad, Makima will let you call off.”
Aki nodded in agreement, shutting his eyes. “I guess. I hate calling off, though.”
“What a good boy.” Angel teased, adjusting his halo again. Aki felt his stomach twist in a knot at the praise, though he dozed off soon after.
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Angel huffed against Aki’s chest, his wings pinned back and tightly tucked as he clamped his hand between his thighs. Burying his head against Aki’s chest, Angel muffled whimpers into his own shoulder, trying not to rouse his bedmate.
His red hair spilled over the pillows, covering his face as he wiped drool into his borrowed shirt. Lifting his hand, he bit on his thumb to stifle his groans. Aki felt the bed tremble with his light, trembling weight. It was hard to ignore Angel next to him, trying to discreetly get himself off.
Unsurprisingly, the Future Devil’s omen was accurate. Aki’s eyes cracked open in the dark as he heard Angel stroke himself, his breaths heavy and labored.
Without much warning, Aki blindly reached around Angel, taking a grip on the back of his pants. Pulling him forward, Aki could feel Angel’s body tense as he wedged a knee between the other’s legs.
“Didn’t mean—to wake you up,” Angel apologized, retracting his fingers to thread them through Aki’s pajama shirt. Aki could feel the damp spot between his thighs, even through their layers of clothing. Angel’s oversized boxers peeked out from beneath the waistband of the sweatpants, disheveled and uneven.
“I didn’t take care of it earlier, sorry.” Aki answered groggily, shutting his eyes as he took a grip on both sides of Angel’s waist, tugging him further up his thigh. Angel straddled it easily, rutting down on Aki’s leg. He ground against the other, aligning himself perfectly to glide his cock across Aki’s offered plane.
Delighted by the spontaneity, Angel braced himself against Aki, canting his hips to follow a perfect rhythm he had established for himself.
Aki, hoping that the Future Devil would have fucked off when the lights were off and he inevitably got bored, decided to give Angel additional TLC. Turning his hand, he ignored that he would have to change out of his cloth gloves and wash them immediately when they were done. Rather than change into the nitrile gloves, he would take the lazier route.
Sliding a hand down Angel’s pants, Aki circled his index and middle finger around his clit, spreading his folds to give him proper space to grind between the webbing of his fingers. Angel held his breath as he rocked his hips inwards, pliable and obedient. He put away his bad mood, letting Aki work his fingers expertly.
Angel parted his legs, turning onto his back. Aki took this as a hint to take the lead, since Angel had a habit of performing as a pillow princess.
Not shifting, Aki instead laid Angel flat, grinding his palm into Angel’s clit as he slid his fingers over his hole, testing the give and dampness. He was wet enough that Aki didn’t feel any resistance, though he still kept patient and steady with this late-night quickie.
“Stick two fingers in.” That familiar, grating voice suggested to Aki. Aki bit the inside of his cheek, anger bubbling in the back of his throat before Angel sighed, shakily:
“You can—stick one or two in.” Angel requested, wedging Aki’s hand in further. He buried his face in his own hands, rocking upwards into Aki’s hands. Aki complied, though he didn’t want the Future Devil to get the impression it was at his prompt. Embarrassed that the Future Devil was listening, he tried to count his blessings that he couldn’t see them.
Sitting up, Angel cut the light on, much to Aki’s dismay. Wiggling out of the sweatpants, they were lazily kicked to the side. His boxers were light blue and too big for his body, practically slipping off of him without Aki’s assistance.
Not wanting to fight about keeping the lights on, Aki decided to stifle his annoyance with the Future Devil. Begrudgingly, he sat up, reaching over to the side to rummage through their bedside table. Angel perked at the shuffling.
“Lay down.” Aki prompted, and Angel complied easily. Trying to ignore the voyeur in his right eye keeping score, Aki opened a dental dam while Angel pulled himself together.
Angel wasn’t sure what he was going for, but he was more than happy to work with it. Spreading his legs, Angel held his breath as he braced himself for whatever Aki was up to. Aki spread the latex over his groin, affixing it into place before leaning in, grazing his tongue over his slit. Angel squirmed.
Aki kept his eyes shut, ignoring the room being perfectly illuminated around them, the bedside table giving him a beautiful view of the man beneath his tongue. He refused to look up out of stubbornness, as if trying to preserve Angel’s decency from the Future Devil.
Angel coiled his hands in Aki’s sleeve, holding him in place as his legs tensed, his dick twitching under Aki’s tongue as it circled and smoothed around, his lips soft and suction gently applied, interlaced with steady laps. Angel pulled a pillow over his face, muffling his moans. Angel’s thighs tensed intermittently around Aki’s shoulders, though he carefully maintained distance from any uncovered spots to prevent his life-siphoning from fucking things up.
“Choke him.” The Future Devil instructed behind Aki’s eyelid. Aki opened his eyes for just long enough to squint, giving the Future Devil a view of the soft planes of Angel’s smooth stomach. Aki bobbed his head steadily, scowling at the voice in the back of his head.
Angel took one of Aki’s hands, guiding it up over his chest. The gloved hand followed the slopes of his clavicle, his index finger and thumb pressed into his carotid artery. He didn’t push hard enough to stop his breathing — not that it would matter much, he was a nearly completely impervious Devil.
“It won’t kill him. He wants it! So vanilla of you, boring, boring...” The Future Devil criticized.
Still resisting, Aki pinched his fingers together, slowing Angel’s blood flow. He wasn’t sure if he was dizzy beneath the pillow.
Angel’s wings flapped at the tension on his throat. Aki pulled away from his dick, giving a slow, soft pull with his lips before he broke away. Sitting up between Angel’s thighs, he ground his erection into the other through his pajama pants. Angel squawked beneath the pillow, pulling up the edge to hazily gaze through Aki.
“Would you..” Angel started, before taking one of Aki’s hands. He placed it over the center of the pillow, asserting its place back over his face to smother him. Without any additional demands, Aki applied his weight to the pillow. Holding it in place, Aki counted down seconds, watching Angel’s chest heave with lack of air. Digging for a condom, he impatiently tore the packaging open of the non-latex variety. With the package between his teeth, he struggled with one of his hands already occupied.
“Safeword is harder.” The Future Devil insisted, to which Aki paused, rolling his eyes.
“That’s stupid.” It wasn’t like Angel had discussed it with him before, and Angel couldn’t hear him speak at that point, anyways. Angel’s wings fluttered in acknowledgement of hearing sounds, but not understanding Aki at all.
Tapping Aki’s thigh to call for a pause, Angel felt the air locked pillow release. Pulling it away, Angel huffed a few deep breaths, struggling to catch up. He figured he could pass out from air deprivation, but was assured that there would be little to no consequences otherwise. Worst case scenario, he could take a sip of blood and be back to normal.
Aki felt shy with the condom package hanging from his lips. Averting his gaze, he covered his indecency. Angel watched with curiosity, despite this being far from their first rodeo.
“I’ll..” Angel paused, averting his gaze from Aki. Aki did the same, not making eye contact as he rolled the condom on, pinching the top and affixing it into place. Once he was properly protected, Angel took a hold of his wrists.
“Mmh.” Aki complied, letting his arms go deadweight as he awaited Angel’s guidance. Following his lead, Aki looped his hands around Angel’s slim throat, thumbs interlaced over his Adam’s apple. Sliding his gloved fingers along Angel’s jawline, he felt his pulse from beneath his skin, tracing along the ridge of his ears with his index fingers.
“I’ll tap again.” Angel instructed as a stand-in for a safeword, feeling the grip tighten. He hoped he bruised. He hoped he looked like he had been asphyxiated to the brink of death. He hoped his face was hot and red and unflattering, his tongue purple, his throat aching and raw.
He’d be fine. Aki aligned himself, allowing Angel to hook his legs over his waist. They were dangerously close to brushing skin, but Aki considered himself experienced enough to not die, and with how invasive and invested the Future Devil was in all of this, he figured one of the Devils in his midst would warn him if he was cutting it close.
Grazing his cock over Angel’s pubic mound, Aki kept his right side turned away. He kept Angel only within his peripheral, locking his hands tight around his throat. Angel gasped for air within seconds, though he never tapped out.
Sliding into Angel’s loose walls, Aki pushed himself in entirely, hitting down to the hilt. Angel’s insides tensed slightly, though offered no resistance as Aki pulled back, thrusting in again. Entirely drenched, Aki lamented how he would have to wash the sheets before they went back to sleep.
Angel panted, only tapping after a long two minutes, Aki’s dick lodged entirely and still within him. Aki soaked himself in the wet heat, feeling Angel’s pulse within him and echoing as a beat shooting into his brain. When Aki looked back, Angel’s cheeks were hot and red, his mouth agape as he tried to collect air in his empty pigeon’s lungs. Drool pooled down his cheek and into the curve of his ear, which Aki politely wiped away with his sleeve.
Pulling back, Aki wiped his cock on Angel’s clit, frosting against him slowly. Angel rocked into him, reaching down to stroke himself as he collected his breath. Aki covered his right eye with his palm, deterring peeping from the Future Devil.
An annoyed grunt pinged Aki into the frustration the voyeur was feeling.
“I’ve been helping all this time, and you won’t even let me watch! Greedy, ungrateful.” The Future Devil griped.
Aki decided to just pretend he wasn’t there. Preoccupied, he slid back into Angel, shifting to change the distribution of his weight to make it easier to fuck up into the other.
“You’re going to die from sloppy lifespan usage if you’re not going to let me help.” The Devil warned. “He's going to change positions and clip 2 months off of you.”
Aki’s ears twitched at this warning, unaware of this being a lie. Begrudgingly, Aki uncovered his eye, turning his gaze away from Angel again. With a sigh, Aki braced his arms on either side of Angel.
“Are you in a bad mood?” Angel sulked, grinding his clit between his fingers. “You’ve barely been looking at me.” He wasn’t the type to feel insecure, but Aki’s intentional aversion to looking at him was starting to put him off.
Aki was trying to maintain Angel’s decency, but there was no way to elaborate on that without clueing him into this freaky Devil watching them get it on at every opportunity.
“I’m fine.” Aki stubbornly insisted, lifting Angel’s thighs as a distraction. He pushed further in, bottoming out and causing Angel to exhale shakily. Angel retracted his hands, steadying himself by bracing his hands in the sheets to both of his sides.
His legs extended, and he shifted in an attempt to hook his calves over Aki’s shoulders. He didn’t consider himself flexible, so he knew he would be complaining later about how sore he was.
“Pull him up.” The Future Devil helpfully instructed, and Aki did so without too much frustration. Aki worked in sync with Angel, thrusting down into him while keeping his ankles aligned over his clothed clavicle. Angel whimpered and turned his head, shutting his eyes while Aki folded him in half.
Aki reached between his legs, locking his hands around Angel’s throat in a bold move.
“I’ll tell you when to stop.” The Future Devil chimed in, yet again.
Aki pinned him, picking up pace with quick, even thrusts. Angel’s body rocked with the movement, bed swaying beneath them. Aki made a note to tighten the bolts in the morning.
Angel’s mouth fell slack as he panted, unable to properly vocalize or moan, which Aki considered a bonus. He panted wetly through hot, involuntary tears on his face, eyes pink as his hair static-cringed to his cheek and pooled around his head. Aki’s hand tightened incrementally.
“Harder.” The Future Devil urged, though Aki instantly felt an orgasm try to ruin his night. The bad omen of the faux-safeword almost set him off too early.
“Take a breather.” The Future Devil laughed as a taunt, though he was mostly appeased by Aki’s new willingness to let him be involved, and take his directions.
Aki pulled out hurriedly, retracting his hands. He let Angel catch his breath, pathetic and stammering and weak, his head fuzzy and tongue swollen.
Pinching the base of his cock and holding steadfast, Aki tried to bide away an orgasm. He squeezed tight, holding his breath as he tried to keep himself from busting. He rested his cock on top of Angel’s pubic mound, the other’s body trembling. Angel slipped his hips back, dropping down.
He wrapped his hands around his own sore throat, gazing up at the ceiling.
“Sorry.” Aki panted, smoothing his cock over Angel’s stomach. He released the pressure once he willed away an early orgasm. “I didn’t want to cum yet.”
Angel was impressed he would be able to cum in the first place, but he wasn’t going to say that. Grinding over Angel’s clit, Aki steadied his breathing, edging just the tip inside of Angel. Rolling his gloved thumb in steady circles over Angel’s clit, Aki deliberated what would work best for himself. Stroking Angel, Aki chewed his cheek, allowing the other to catch his breath.
“You can last about eight minutes.” The Future Devil helpfully offered his advice. Aki grimaced, but ultimately decided he would just bite the bullet. Pulling away and earning a groan of annoyance from Angel, Aki sat up on the edge of the bed, tugging Angel over to his side by the ankle.
“I’m not going to drop you.” Aki promised to Angel, scooping his covered arms over the other’s waist. Angel indignantly huffed, winding his legs around Aki’s sides and securing himself flush against the other. His wings flapped and smacked over the tabletop’’s lamp, though it remained turned on, although laying sideways on the wood floors.
“You better not.” Angel adjusted his weight, allowing Aki to align them. He wasn’t sure how he felt about being carried, but figured that if Aki felt confident in it, he would allow this trespass.
The Future Devil watched curiously through the dimly-lit scene through Aki’s iris. Angel was easily readjusted and held with both hands, and Aki carefully slid himself back inside with a bit of additional effort. He measured the distance he could move Angel, setting him upright to wrap the smaller man’s arms around his shoulders.
The position was a little weird, but not as inconvenient as either of them expected.
“Look at you, being bold.” The Future Devil teased, tone curious and invested in the POV. “He’s still not my type, but I can appreciate it from this angle.”
“Shut up,” Aki groaned, burying his face in Angel’s shoulder, the cloth of his third-hand shirt damp with sweat and drool.
Angel blinked at the instruction, unaware that it wasn’t intended for him. Sure. He’d shut up. Sucking any moans, whimpers and whines in, Angel allowed himself to be ragdolled pathetically onto Aki’s dick, fucked in place like he weighed as much as a loaf of bread.
“Don’t slow down—“ Angel muttered, and the other Devil echoed the same sentiment. Two devils on Aki’s shoulders, they agreed to Aki's instruction.
Aki felt his hips hitch, body trembling involuntarily as he slammed Angel’s featherweight onto the bed. Angel’s wings scrunched and felt uncomfortable from the sudden pressure, but he was deep enough into the scene that he decided to ignore the minor ouchie.
Grabbing the sheets, Angel used his thighs to pull himself onto Aki, stroking himself as Aki felt himself tip over the edge. Pulling out of Angel, he plucked off the condom with a practiced effort, letting his messy load spill entirely over Angel’s leaking cunt. Angel held his breath as he came, grinding the fluids into his hole with his fingertips as he felt a tide of wet orgasm dampen the side of the bed. Angel arched his back into the sheets, trying to steady his breath as Aki did the same.
These new gloves were ruined. Aki lazily wiped his cum over Angel’s fuzzy pubic mound, dipping and pressing the cum into Angel’s tensing hole as they caught their breaths. Aki wiped his sweat into the crook of his elbow, covering his right eye once again so he could take in the entirety of Angel’s afterglow for himself.
He selfishly kept this perspective to lock in his own memory, Angel’s body hot and flushed, dripping in cum and sweat. His throat coated in warm red welts perfectly shaped like Aki’s hands, his dick twitching and hole clenching around nothing.
Aki reached over to cut off the light and grab some wet-wipes. The sheets would be their problem in the morning.
When Aki fell asleep, Angel had made some effort to clean up. They’d wiped each other down, picked up the lamp, and stripped off and exchanged their sweaty sex clothes.
As Aki snored lightly, his face buried deep in his ultra-soft pillow and the stolen blanket finally on his side of the bed, Angel adjusted.
A twiggy, wooden hand reached out from under the bed skirt, clapping against Angel’s. The Future Devil giggled as the high-five was reciprocated by the groggy and entirely spent co-conspirator.
Go team!