Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Temptation's Promise ❯ Desecration ( Chapter 2 )

FAKE

 

Temptation's Promise

 

by Lady Dragonphire

 

Summary: Sequel to `Temptation's Desire'. The next arc of the story unfolds. Can Dee protect his fallen angel one last time from those who seek to destroy their love? DeexRyo.

 

Disclaimer:  FAKE and its characters are the property of Sanami Matoh. 

 

Warnings: NCS, Angst, Violence/Torture

 

A/N: Be forewarned, this is perhaps the darkest chapter that I have ever written. Sorry to only post half a chapter, but I figured that half is better than nothing. Rest assured that I have not abandoned any of my stories, and that I hope to finish the second part relatively soon.

 

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Chapter 2. Desecration

 

 

“Fuck, he's gorgeous. I wonder what it would be like to be buried deep inside of him. I can practically taste him now, his tears on my lips as I force him to the brink of release over and over and deny him each time,” the blue-eyed demon breathed, his hands threading through strands of Ryo's silky honey blonde hair as he let it slip through his fingers.

 

There was no answer from the beautiful angel. He was bound and unconscious, held prisoner by the strong metal chains that were fastened around his wrists and ankles. Flickering candlelight danced across the stone walls of the dank dungeon, casting eerie shadows that enshrouded his fair features. Even his gorgeous silver wings seemed to take on a lesser manifestation of what they once were, their purity and strength diminished by the blackened surroundings.

 

The demon's companion smiled wickedly, tracing his tongue along the back of Ryo's neck and momentarily closing his dark eyes as he savored the taste of the one who was to be defiled. His eyes gleamed with a cruel light as his teeth scraped across the tender skin before he bit down harshly, drawing blood. A thrilling rush of sensations washed over him, and the demon basked in the revelry as his arms wrapped around the angel's chest, pressing the honey-blonde's back flush with his body. He moaned as he continued to drink deeply, his mouth growing more insistent as the angel's body began to tremble with involuntary shudders against him.

 

“Let us celebrate this day in which our greatest desires of immortality will be fulfilled,” the blue-eyed demon proclaimed, his eyes gleaming with a feral light. “We have triumphed over our adversaries and now shall reap the rewards. No longer shall we be chained by the promise of death, but instead we will live forever, ruling as the superior race with our unrivaled power. We shall destroy all who dare oppose us, enslaving all of Elysium, Hades, and Earth. The fallen beauty that the angels have cast out of their realm will be their undoing.”

 

“We will be unstoppable. Everything is falling into place. It is as we have always wished it to be. The dark prophecy foretold so long ago will now come to pass. The angelic and demonic races shall supplicate themselves before us and beg for mercy,” the dark-eyed demon said, his voice low and husky. He lifted his lips to press against his companion's as they shared a fierce kiss, the angel's blood heightening their perceptions and sensations of the lust coursing throughout their bodies as their tongues hungrily intertwined.

 

The blue-eyed demon pressed his muscular body against the angel's, effectively trapping him between their hot flesh, the demons' bodies singing with an insatiable bloodlust. He captured the dark-eyed demon's lips again as he ravaged them brutally, biting the flesh and causing the demonic blood of his companion to combine with that of the pure angel's. He growled low in his throat, raking his nails across the firm planes of Ryo's chest in an outlet for his pleasure, criss-crossed patterns of blood forming on the porcelain skin. The taller demon broke the kiss and lapped at the wounds, clutching the angel's arm as he knelt down in front of the helpless seraphic being to trace his fingertips across Ryo's firm abdomen, smiling as the muscles twitched beneath his touch. He bit down sharply, his eyes following the flow of ruby liquid as it ran from the wound, before lifting them to meet his companion's heavy-lidded gaze that mirrored his own.

 

The demon behind Ryo moaned as he took in the erotic sight of the angel's blood adorning the blue-eyed demon's mouth. His sounds got louder as the other demon's tongue sensuously extended to lick the blood away, closing his eyes and savoring it as its potency seemed to give him power. His dark eyes closed as he began to thrust his hips against the angel between him and his companion.

 

Ryo's dark eyes flew open as his mind began to register what the demons were doing to his weakened body, a swirling wave of dizziness hitting him before the room finally spun into focus. Feelings of fear and revulsion swept over him. His breathing increased as his heart beat faster within his chest. “Stop!” he gasped heatedly, his body shivering as he tried to move away from their intruding touch. He instinctively flexed his wings, but was unable to extend them due to the close proximity of the demons' bodies against his.

 

“Ahh, so you have awakened,” the blue-eyed demon practically salivated, standing up to his full height as he looked down at Ryo. His thumb found the angel's lower lip as he teased it back and forth, applying steady pressure as he held Ryo's chin in his hand. Wide dark eyes looked up at him imploringly, their silent plea reflected in their endless depths. The demon's companion had untied the angel's sash from behind, and now the white garment fluttered to the floor as the honey-blonde's body was now fully exposed to their hungry gazes. The demon's hand reached down to wrap around Ryo, his nails digging into the sensitive flesh.

 

Ryo gasped in pain, and the demon's thumb slid inside the wet heat of his mouth, forcing it open. A sadistic light gleamed in his eyes as he leaned down and extended his tongue to forcefully brush against the corners of Ryo's mouth before whispering, “Now, fair one, it's time to play.”

 

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Dee flew through the air relentlessly, his powerful wings beating strongly as he pumped them in time to the adrenaline-laced rhythm of his heart. A light sheen of sweat glistened on his muscular chest as he pushed himself further, increasing his already-strenuous pace. He had to get Ryo back. That was all that mattered. He knew that he could not live without him. They had sacrificed so much to be together. It couldn't have all been for nothing. Why had the demons taken him? Discovering their intent would also lead to finding out how to defeat them, Dee was sure. Those who lusted for power inevitably displayed a weakness that could be exploited once it was discovered.

 

The raven-haired demon's mind was desperately seeking out his soulmate's, trying to establish their intrinsic connection to one another so that he could find Ryo's location. Weary and exhausted, he landed and almost stumbled before he caught himself, bracing his frame on a jutting expanse of rock with his hands and inadvertently cutting them on the sharp outcropping. He closed his intense green eyes as his body adjusted to the bleak surroundings of his former home, the stale air stealing through his lungs and making his breathing more labored.

 

What kind of effect would this environment have on his angelic Ryo, a being who had only known lush, verdant pastures and the soft warm caress of sunlight in his home of Elysium? Dee bowed his head in guilt, wiping his bloodstained hands on his black leather pants as he tried to re-familiarize himself with his surroundings, his majestic wings extended around him in a protective shield. Echoes and whispers of pain inundated his senses, his body becoming attuned to the subtle aura of torture and despair that pervaded the realm of Hades.

 

His emerald eyes reluctantly blinked open, a thin slice of moon illuminating a faint path through the haunting shadows of the rocky terrain. Which way to go? Dee slowly surveyed the various trails laid before him. He took a few steps forward before a vicious burst of flame obscured his path, searing in its intensity, singeing the tips of his wings. The demon cried out as he jumped backward, stumbling as he fell and wrapping his wings around himself protectively. Looking up amidst disheveled black bangs, he saw that the fire was spreading rapidly, the heat amplifying the sheen of sweat on his sleekly muscular body. Shadows conjured from evil minds that emanated forbidden dark powers flitted among the flames, daring him to try to challenge them. Dee steeled his resolve, bravely getting to his feet and setting his jaw in determination, although the fear in his mind intensified. Confronted with this labyrinth of illusions, how was he ever going to be able to reach his fallen angel in time?

 

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~TBC~