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The world was burning.
The hell. The hell was burning but it wasn't anything new or special. The stinkhole always burned one way or another. Whether it was caused by its residents or exorcists didn't really matter.
Adam was looking down the window of his new angelic ship. Observing the carcass that his girlies were causing from a safe distance in the sky. No way he was going down there, blood was a nightmare to wash off his robe. And the hell stunk. He'd rather enjoy the show from the far distance where he could eat his ribs and cheer for his girlies.
“Woah- yeah! A whole spine, go bitch!” He cheered, plastering his face against the window. Maybe he could join them after all? But oh, the new ship had heated seats and-
Suddenly something smashed against the vehicle. The ship flipped, throwing Adam against the opposite window, all the alarms going on. He smacked his head against the hard glass and watched as some wretched sinners prepared the next bullet to throw his way.
“Aw, shit.” Adam jumped in the way of the control panel, flapping his wings to get there faster. He managed to grab the wheel when the next bullet hit the ship. He was thrown off his balance again, still holding the wheel. The ship spun around, flashing red right into Adam's face, seemed to choke and then lost all the power.
As it slowly turned towards the ground, beginning to fall, Adam smashed every button he could think about. Reading instructions was for losers but now he wished he at least peaked through it. Keeping swears on his holy lips he could only watch as he got closer to the ground faster and faster until he slapped the right button.
Or, was it? A little screen above him smashed open. Adam looked up, blinked, and realized what's happening a second too late. The chair he managed to sit on just a moment ago tensed and threw him in the direction of the opened screen, with a tiny “fuck” leaving his mouth.
He almost didn't acknowledge a crack that followed his abrupt leave of the crashing vehicle. He would probably disregard it, if it wasn't for a searing pain shooting through his back right after. Adam tried to open his wings - he wasn't far from the ground anymore but he didn't plan on plowing his face into it - but they again responded with pain. Mainly the right one. The one that smashed against the metal of his new ship.
Before he knew it Adam plowed right into the dirt of the hell.
The angel groaned. Tensed, feeling the pain of his wing. Groaned again and swore. And only then began lifting himself off of the ground. He sat down, rubbed his face to get the dirt off of it and jumped at the sound of an explosion behind himself. Adam turned around.
“Oh come on!” He gesticulated in the direction of his burning ship. “I just paid that thing off!”
“Sounds tough, buddy.”
Adam jumped and looked around, summoning his guitar ax. He noticed the movement with a corner of his eye and pointed the ax towards that creature.
The demon was sitting on top of a pile of bricks, most likely some ruined building. He was smiling wide and watching Adam through big, pink glasses.
Could be everything - the tone of voice, the smile, the relaxed posture - but something felt off. The demon didn't seem even slightly scared of being purged by Adam. If anything, he seemed curious.
Adam decided to not not give the demon attention. He was not in the mood for fighting anymore. He needed to find an exorcist, preferably Lute, that would keep the dirtbag demons aways from him and his poor, wounded wing. And of course his robe was all fucked up now! That day was going just perfect .
“You look like you need some help, babe.”
The demon spoke again, not moving from his place. He was an eyesore to look at, all demons were, but this one especially. He wore a yellow hat, blue and white Hawaiian shirt and black and white pants. Even his shoes were in two, different colors. Talk about fetishes.
“I don't need help from some bitch ass demon.” Adam flipped the demon off.
“Oh, right!” The demon laughed at him. “You must know so very well which district you fell into! It's gonna be so easy to protect yourself with that dislocated wing from all of those terrified sinners, while you walk all the way back to the Heaven Embassy. Did I forget something… ah right, the little, angry mob that shot your ship down and is coming this way!”
The demon shielded his eyes and looked behind Adam. Adam scoffed but looked back, saw a group of sinners going his way and squeezed his ax.
“There’s no demon I cannot kill.” Adam shrugged and looked back at the guy that was talking to him. “And I can always do this.”
With a flip of his wrist Adam created a shiny portal back to Heaven. He looked with triumph at the demon and saw a smug look on his face.
“Sure.” The demon jumped down the ruin and stepped closer to Adam. “Wonder what that will look like, coming back in the middle of extermination day. Looking like this .”
He… had a point. Adam looked like he lost a fight. He couldn’t possibly be seen like this. Scratch his previous idea, not even exorcists should see him like this. Lute, maybe, but she would totally laugh at him. He would rather not have that happen again .
“I have a place close by. Nice place. With a shower.” The demon came closer, but paid attention to Adam’s ax and didn’t dare to get in its range.
“What would you get in exchange? Believe me, I’m not getting into favors with demons.”
“Nothing? Maybe I’m just doing this from the kindness of my heart?”
“Bah!” Adam laughed at that sentence. Good one, a kind demon! “I don’t believe you even slightly but a shower would be great right now, exterminating your stupid kind is so exhausting ! I can always kill you if you try anything.”
Adam shrugged, closed the portal to Heaven and went after the demon, squeezing his ax. Just in case.
And it was a stupid choice.
He knew that now.
Currently the world was really burning, Adam’s own, little world. It’s been a few months since that extermination happened and he was chilling in Heaven, boring his ass off. Lute was training his new recruiters, so she was busy. He pissed a few, crazy bitches off so he had to lay low for a while - no fancy dinners and pool! His life was already so hard when he saw a familiar face in the crowd and it was getting harder and harder (heh) since that moment.
“You want me to do what ?” Adam was involuntarily whispering. They were still on the street, in front of his apartment. The demon, wearing a painfully fake halo, was pushing himself so close to Adam that he could smell the sulfur.
“Suck my dick. Or I’ll make sure everyone sees these, if that wasn’t obvious enough for you.”
It was obvious. The two, offending pictures were still on full display in front of Adam’s face. It was obvious when the demon got them - when Adam was leaving the shower at his place. It was cold. He was tired and in pain. He could swear on God it wasn’t that small, but no one else knew that. He would have to beat the allegations for so long if the pictures ever got out.
“Okay, how about we discuss it inside?” Adam tried to move the discussion to a less… crowded space. “I can get you almost anything, you know? I am Heaven’s fave after all-”
“You could also suck my dick.”
Adam growled a little, throwing the demon’s hand off of his shoulder. He walked towards the entrance and glared at the bellhop cherub. The little thing quickly opened the door for him- and his fucking guest .
The demon followed him towards a lift, humming some upbeat tune. They renewed the conversation once they were inside the lift.
“There’s so much I could get you, together with not getting your ass busted for being in Heaven- by the way how the fuck did you get here?”
“I have my ways.” His expression was so smooth Adam wanted to punch him. The only thing stopping him was the information that the pictures were copies . “And, really, I don’t need stuff.”
The lift dinged, announcing their arrival on the top floor. Adam stepped out of the small space, trying to hide the need to rush out of there. He was already considering the best place to cull the bastard. He didn’t want any of his carpets to get fucked up with demon blood.
Bathroom. Or the kitchen.
“Woah this place is huge!” Adam smiled, of course his apartment was huge, and of course some dirty demon would be impressed by it. “I can smell the insecurity!” Ahh. Right.
Adam didn’t wait until he could somehow get the guy into the bathroom or the kitchen. The second they entered his flat he dropped the snacks he got for a game night, summoned his ax and threw it at the demon. It was supposed to be a fast and perfect kill, one he made so many times before. It wasn’t.
The demon was fast and dodged the ax perfectly. Adam summoned the ax back to himself in the last second to parry claws. He swore, feeling the attack in his bones, opened his wings and jumped to the other side of the room. The demon jumped after him, kicked off a very expensive vase from a coffee table and grabbed Adam’s collar. Adam hit the wall, trying to throw the guy off of himself with his wings. He swung his guitar just to find out he couldn’t move it - there was a second pair of arms holding it in place.
“That’s an ax and also a guitar?! So fucking cool dude!”
Adam scoffed and looked at the demon - of course it was cool, that’s why he was using it! He had to look up, though. The demon was higher than him, just a little. It still pissed Adam off.
“You probably think I’m some dumb sinner,” laughed the demon. “Sorry, honey. You’re not getting out of this so easily.”
The demon let go of Adam’s collar and stepped back. He smiled and held Adam’s ax until Adam dismissed it.
“Oh, fuck you.” Adam pointed his finger at the demon. “What’s your name then?”
“S-” The demon started, made a stupid expression and squinted. “Sss- Steeve.”
“Steve? You expect me to believe that?”
“No no. Ste-eve. With two ‘e’.”
‘Steeve’ smiled widely, stepped back a little further and went to sit down on Adam’s huge, white couch. He made himself comfortable immediately.
“This is dumb,” huffed Adam.
“Yeah. I came all this way here only to get blowed. Believe me, I could find a waaay more experienced pair of lips down there. You should feel special!”
“I’m not gonna blow you! This body was made to be blowed .”
“Really?” Steeve flipped one of his wrists and the two offending pictures showed up between his fingers. He looked critically at them, his expression enough to make Adam huff and blush.
“It was cold,” he explained lamely. “And I’m a grower .”
“You better make sure everyone knows that, because I’ll make sure everyone sees these. In Heaven and Hell. Unless you get down on your knees.”
Adam flipped Steeve off. Steeve laughed and patted his knee.
“I swear I’m destroying these and the originals if you manage to make me cum. I’d love to see that.”
“Are you implying this face wouldn’t manage to get you off?”
“Mmm…” Steeve looked at Adam doubtfully. “You can try.”
“Ugh.” Adam groaned and glared at the ceiling. He groaned again, louder and longer. “As long as it’s gonna get me out of this shit. How hard sucking a dick can be?”
Adam stepped closer and dropped to his knees, observed by four, curious eyes. He bit his lip for a second before deciding that acting superior was the best option for him to save face. He looked up, squinting at Steeve, and was met with a similar squint. Steeve leaned down to get a little closer to Adam.
“By the way honeywings, what's your name?”
“Wha-” Adam gasped, offended, brushing aside the pet name for now. “You don't know me ? I'm Adam!” He straightened, pointing a thumb at himself. “The original fucker!”
“Adam?” Something suspicious flashed in Steeve's eyes but a smile quickly covered it. Steeve leaned back again, humming to himself. “Nice score, damn.”
“Yeah, best fucking score! Don't tell me you just came to harass some random bitch, so fucking stupid.” Being on the flow, Adam grabbed Steeve's belt and unbuckled it, then quickly unbuttoned his stupid, two colored pants. The guy came here commando and- “Fuck! Holy shit what the fuck?! There's two of them ?!”
Was that a seafood section of dick? TWO, a little moving TENTACLES wriggled out of the pants and of course they were in two different colors. Segmented, yellow and red and glistering in the harsh light of Heaven. Adam looked at them like he saw a new specimen. He wasn't an expert in dickology, he was pretty sure it was the first time in his long afterlife that he faced one (two?). But he just knew that angels didn't usually have tentacles. Especially not plural.
“Panicking?”
“Nuh uh, asshole.” Adam wouldn't call that panicking. More like… lots of confused thoughts swirling in his head. “You wait, I'll blow your mind off.”
Steeve made a doubtful sound and used one of his hands to fully pull out his dicks out of his pants. They weren't hard yet, lazily twisting with each other, but immediately spotted a target. Naturally attracted to warmth, they began slithering towards Adam. And he almost flinched back.
Adam glanced up at Steeve and found out the demon wasn't even looking at him, fully relaxed on the couch. One of the tentacles brushed his lower lip and Adam gulped. No, he wasn't worried. Wasn't nervous. This was fine. He received so many blow jobs he should be an expert by now!
“Waiting~” sing sang Steeve.
“Shut the fuck up, the build up is also important!”
Under Steeve's chuckle Adam lifted his hand and brushed the back of it against one of the tentacles. It reacted immediately, curling around his fingers. The dick was producing some sort of lube, smearing it all over the hand.
Gross.
Adam went to speak again, but the gentle press of leaking twin cocks against his lips made him swallow his words. His face was flushed, embarrassment and shame burning down to his core and, most unfortunately, his cock.
Angels weren't supposed to feel shame- it was part of the gig. there wasn't normally a reason to be ashamed in heaven- but it was unprecedented for an asshole demon to come up and blackmail motherfucking Adam into sucking his dick. The shameful part was liking it, which, much to Adam's chagrin, he did. Not that he'd show it.
He was too caught up in his own thoughts and the effort it took to keep the scowl etched on his face to realize Steeve's hand was traveling up his cheek, and he only noticed it once it molded over the hardness of his horn. Demons ran hot, a fact readily apparent and he curled his fingers around the hard material and stroked, scraping his nails along as he went, just light enough to send a shiver up Adam's spine. His mouth slipped open automatically; his brain stuttered in response to the sensations, only refocusing once he heard Steeve coo.
"There you go, baby-" and slide his pulsing cocks over his lips.
It only took a moment for the sheer size of two cocks to fill his mouth, his lips stretching taut to accommodate, making his face warm from an angry fuck you to a concerned fuck me , though he was clearly the only one worried. His hands quickly grasped for Steeve's knees, eyes darting up to the demon's face, only to see the smug bastard smiling down at him, all while panting like a little bitch.
There was a conflicted feeling of being proud that he didn't have to do much to make the demon pant. He was so high and mighty and turned out to just be a horny bitch! That got off on Adam’s mouth! Adam was totally a natural.
The embarrassment of being natural at sucking cock escaped him.
The taste that hit Adam’s tastebuds was… weird. Unexpected. Like a sour candy, a little, but with an obvious musky undertone that heavily reminded Adam what he was doing. Another shiver went down his back, this time a more uneasy one. He squinted harder.
It didn't take long for Adam to choke. He jolted, expecting the procedure to go way smoother, and squeezed Steeve's knees. Adam wanted to back down, met pressure on the back of his horns and didn't want to show panic. Suddenly the twin cocks felt too big and he was out of breath and he was choking again. Adam scratched at Steeve's legs, trying to make a sound and ending up only with some pathetic whines. He felt tears in his eyes even though crying was the last thing he ever wanted to show to the asshole choking him. When his eyes began losing focus Steeve finally let him go. He backed off, still holding Adam’s head almost in a caring way, until Adam could keep himself straight on his own.
“One at a time, don't be too eager honeywings.” Steeve was grinning so wide Adam felt a strong need to just punch the guy again. He huffed, focused back on the dicks and felt something curl in his stomach.
When fully aroused, they were… big. One of them was fairly enough for a guy. And Steeve had two.
But Adam wasn’t one to ever back down from a challenge. Especially one that he yapped about being good at so much. He swallowed, licked his lips - the taste of sour candy was covering them - and took a deep breath. Adam straightened, looked at Steeve with his chin high and proud and held one of his writhing dicks in his hand. Instead of trying to swallow the second one immediately, he went for its base. He licked over the thickest part - Adam knew it felt fucking amazing - and was rewarded with a gasp from Steeve. Gaining a bit of his confidence back, Adam smiled and licked over the whole length, exploring every bump on his tongue’s way, trying to not think about the taste filling his mouth. Or how that thing seemed to twitch under his tongue. Or how it was making his own dick twitch.
When he arrived at the tip he let it between his warm lips again. Alone, it was more bearable. Easier. All until he felt Steeve’s hands on the back of his head again.
But this time the demon didn’t push. He scratched Adam’s nape lightly, slid his hands lower and brushed the base of one of Adam’s wings.
If by now Adam, somehow , was hard, now he got to the next stage. Super hard? Extra fucking awesome hard? No one touched his wings. It was too personal for other angels and those who went personal with him cared more for his other parts. Adam shuddered, made a sound and swallowed more of Steeve’s dick. Focused on a claw that was scratching a place right under the base feathers - a place that could itch like hell and that he couldn’t ever reach - Adam felt his eyes roll and his dick pulsate. It was demanding attention and for once Adam was very glad he was wearing a thick as fuck robe. At least the asshole panting above him couldn’t see his boner.
Steeve’s dick reached that place that made Adam choke before and that devilish claw disappeared from his back. Adam whined at the loss, which Steeve commented on with a sympathetic tsk.
“There there, you need to earn that. Focus, Adam.”
One of Steeve’s hands returned on Adam’s horn - less ecstatic feeling but still a welcomed one - and the other caressed his temple. He didn’t press, though, waiting for Adam to swallow .
Adam’s heart was beating so hard he could feel it in his throat. He was sure that if he swallowed that long ass dick it could grab his heart. Squeeze it and blow it up, probably, because demons were vile like that. Was that a possibility? Technically not, but theoretically-
Unconsciously, Adam swallowed the overflowing fluids in his mouth. Steeve used that to push Adam’s head against his dick. It went smoother than any of them could anticipate.
Adam’s nose got smashed against Steeve’s fluff-pubes. He tensed, feeling a pulsating, hot cock against the back of his throat, but Steeve seemed to sense that. His hands returned on Adam’s wings, making him hum. Trying to breath through his nose, Adam relaxed his neck and leaned even further, managing to fully swallow Steeve’s tentacle.
“Fuck-” Steeve gasped, putting all his might into not thrusting up his hips. “You’re a fucking natural honeywings- shit.”
Adam huffed and squeezed the other dick, still wriggling in his hand. Simply curious what would happen, he didn’t expect Steeve to jump a little. The thrust sent shivers up his lower back again. They traveled right to his painfully tight balls, making his wings flutter lamely.
He could never imagine being this sensitive.
After one more moment, struggling to keep his head up with Steeve massaging his wings, Adam moved back. Only slightly, worried his throat would refuse, before swallowing the dick once again. He felt delighted, hearing moans from the demon responsible for his embarrassing position, then did it again. And again, before getting too far too fast and choking again. Adam moved back on reflex, coughing immediately after Steeve’s dick slid out of his throat.
The somehow sour taste made Adam’s salivary glands work like crazy. Saliva and natural lube were everywhere, in his mouth, on his face and all over Steeve’s… fur? Body hair?
It’s been barely a few minutes but Adam was already panting like a whore too, exhausted. He didn’t do much, but he felt like he ran a marathon. Trying to catch a breath he felt a finger, curling under his chin, and slowly lifting his face up.
“That was really good,” huffed Steeve and Adam felt a tingling sensation in his chest. He could finally get a close look at his face, too. Steeve was flushed, his four eyes were looking lustful and all of them were focused on Adam. It made Adam gasp and lean closer to the demon, although later he would deny any accusations of enjoying this.
Two hands sneaked under his wings, pushing him closer. Adam swallowed, slowly getting accustomed to the taste overflowing his mouth, and followed the intention, curious what’s gonna happen next. The two hands on his back helped him lift himself and slide on the couch, over Steeve’s lap, groin to groin. Suddenly Adam wished his pants were gone and simultaneously that his boner was gone. The thought of showing to this asshole that sucking his dick made Adam hard was waaay too fucked up.
Suddenly Steeve leaned closer, with a pair of arms still keeping Adam in place. Adam lifted his eyebrows, a blush painting his cheeks. Before he could think logically he let his eyelids fall and his lips loosen, but the unexpected didn’t come. Instead Steeve’s second pair of hands grabbed Adam’s robe and swiftly opened it.
“Look at you, I knew you were a little pervert!” Adam shot his eyes open and looked down at the revealed tent in his white pants.
“Fuck!”
“Let me show you how real men suck dick!”
Before Adam knew it he was thrown on the couch, on his back. His wings spreading comfortably on the backrest and the coffee table, and a smiling demon working his belt open. Adam jumped, grabbing onto Steeve’s shirt with his claws.
“Wait a fucking minuteeah! Fucking ffff-”
It didn’t take much for Adam to fall back on the couch. Steeve was fast, and his mouth was hotter than anything Adam ever stuck his dick into. He could swear he felt two tongues twirling around his skin, and it was making him kick his legs in the air. His wings fluttered again when Steeve deepthroated him. When he moved his head back he was chuckling.
“Is it cold in here too? I swear your prick is so tiny I barely felt-” Steeve cut himself off and watched Adam’s face. He was so out of it he didn’t even notice the insult. It made the demon tsk at him. “Your guard is so down I could do all sorts of bad things to you right now, honeywings. At least keep your eyes on me.”
Adam groaned as if Steeve was forcing him to do the hardest labor of his life, but lifted himself a little and looked at the demon. Steeve couldn’t stop giggling, seeing the disheveled angel. He brushed his dick with the back of his pointing finger and watched with delight how Adam overreacted the gesture.
Steeve’s mouth was still overbearingly hot when he went down on Adam again, but his movements were slower. He still sucked and brushed and licked everywhere , making Adam gasp and groan and moan even, just a tiny bit. He came fast, strong and intense , unlike any other time he could remember. With his throat making a loud, embarrassing sound and his wings fluttering in the air.
Once his wings relaxed and fell back on both of his sides, Steeve’s face showed up in his field of view. The asshole wiped off a bead of cum from his lip with his thumb and pressed it against Adam’s lips. Adam gasped and shook his head.
“That’s disgusting-”
“Your face is covered in my fluids.” Steeve laid himself on top of Adam. “By the way I was supposed to be cumming. You really want me to keep those pics, eh?”
Adam tensed and groaned. He could feel Steeve’s twin cocks sliding around his naked thigh. But he was just too tired now to do anything.
“But that’s fine, it leaves us an opportunity for another date.” Steeve put his elbow on the side of Adam’s head and leaned his chin on his wrist. After a moment of contemplating something he pushed one of his hands into Adam’s feathers. And it felt. Mind blowing.
Adam moaned, pushing his hips up and lifting his knees. He gasped, then grabbed the offending arm by its biceps.
“Shut the fuck up, there’s no way in heaven I’ll-” he groaned and then was forced to gasp again by a claw scratching his wing so delightly.
“Shh, just enjoy yourself! And give me a minute.”
Steeve pushed himself up and moved his body. He sat over Adam’s stomach, took his twin dicks into one of his hands and pushed the remaining three into Adam’s wings. Adam jolted and threw his head back as much as his horns allowed him to. His claws again grabbed Steeve’s knees for support, then squeezed when Steeve began rubbing soothing circles into his wings.
The massage was everything . Adam knew in the back of his head that Steeve was jerking off to the sounds he was making, but couldn’t help himself. Somehow, Steeve knew where to push, when to scratch and how to fix feathers that felt wrong and it was making Adam crazy. Never wanting to end this. He never had someone else preen his wings, he always had to go through this annoying, pain the the fucking ass work alone. Never could even imagine this was how it felt. It was so relaxing, so good he even forgot it was a demon doing it.
All until Steeve moaned and came. Both of his cocks spluttered cum over Adam’s shirt and face and Adam snapped his eyes open- when did he even shut them down?
Steeve retreated his hands and hid his dicks back into his pants. Then he looked down at dumbfounded Adam and smiled.
“I’ll keep the pics, you still gotta make me cum, as promised.”
“Um, fuck you?” Adam was lacking the usual sass to his voice. Honestly, he just wanted to jump into bed and sleep now.
“Next time honeywings. Don’t take everything at once.”
The demon winked at Adam, with both eyes on one side, and slid off of him. Adam groaned, trying to hide his blush. Then remembered he was covered in cum and other fluids and gagged. He lifted himself, trying to now acknowledge how his arms were shaking. Then tried to wipe his face with a palm of his hand, but was interrupted with a soft cloth. He blinked at Steeve, feeling the demon wipe off his face, and felt another conflicted feeling in his stomach.
Like he was being taken care of. Nauseating.
“I can do it myself.” Adam pushed Steeve’s hand away.
“Of course you can. It’s called being nice .” Nothing on Steeve’s face said ‘I’m nice’. Adam scoffed and buttoned his pants.
“Are you leaving now or what?”
“Already throwing me out? After I made you moan like that, damn.”
Adam watched as Steeve walked around the room and poked everything . He even pushed his cum covered hands into a vase with candies, then threw them one by one into his mouth like a clown. Adam sat up on the couch, spreading his wings and legs comfortably.
“Get the fuck out of here already. Unless you want something else.”
Steeve looked at Adam and smiled wide and nasty. Adam’s brain was still mushy, and his guard was really down, because the fucker managed to vanish from his sight. Steeve was really fast. He jumped behind the couch and grabbed Adam’s head from behind, holding it by the jaw. He tilted Adam’s head back and looked down at him.
“Don’t ask what you can’t give, sweetheart,” whispered the demon. “I’d love to take so much more from you.”
Admitting that it made Adam feel tingling in his pants again would equal admitting a lot of other, hard to swallow things, so he decided simply not to think about it. Instead, he gulped down, still feeling the aftertaste of Steeve’s dick and opened his mouth.
“Fuck- and you- I’ll fuck you up!”
Steeve lifted his eyebrows and laughed, letting Adam go.
“Till the next one, honeywings!”
“Stop fucking calling me-” Adam turned around to yell at Steeve but was met with a hollow living room. No demon detected. He frowned, blinked and fell back on the couch.
For a moment Adam sat there, motionless. After a minute or so he licked his lips, felt a sour candy-like taste on them and gagged.
“Fuck.”