Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Angels and Demons ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

 

As Duo's lips started their journey south, Quatre bit his lower lip, his mind straying towards certain thoughts. First of all returned his eternal guilt for cheating on his one true lover, his lord and master, God.

 

Ever since God had given him the privilege of being created, he had always belonged, body and soul, to the most perfect being in the known universe. He knew how special he was, considering God's gifts to him. One, he was born a cherub, unlike other angels who had to acquire the rank. Two, his hair and his eyes made him the second best-looking angel in the entire Atlantis (of which the first was, as said, Lucifer). Three, he was one of the only three beings to have ever seen God's face; and, four, one of the only two beings on Earth to have ever had the miracle of making love to him. And yet…

 

…he sought more.

 

After a long while of lying idle, back in the fourteenth century, he decided that he could take no more. As the angel of awareness, it was his duty to fulfill his mission in life: to become as aware of everything and anything the Earth had to offer.

 

Or that's what he kept telling himself as he snuck his way into the recesses of the third floor of the Heaven building, the floor where Hell was located. As expected, it was heavily guarded with five Archangels and about thirty regular angels; but being who he was, with a whisper and a kiss, he managed to charm his way through one of the regular angels in order to get into the forbidden floor.

 

There, he became aware of the severity of the punishment implemented onto angels who had turned their back on God and his creations and/or failed their duty to promote the love for God into the hearts of men.

 

The entire place was cast in total darkness, even with the heavy black drapes pulled open. It was as if the windows themselves were painted an opaque black. The electricity that would have been running through the fluorescent lights has been cut off, so the only means for light were torches along the walls and bonfires on the floors. Most of the floor's beautiful décor had been stripped away in order to bribe the humans into submitting to the devils' whim. The floor was covered in God-knows-what muck and grime and trashed feather lay scattered all over the place.

 

As he progressed further into the floor, he encountered his first demon, who was apparently drunk, thankfully ignoring him. To his horror, however, the devil was stark naked and its skin was gray and peeling, revealing the muscle and bone underneath. Two giant bat wings protruded from its back, a pair of sharp ram's horn from its head and a thin tail from its rear. Oh it was a sight to behold, when suddenly a flash of fire rushed toward it, nearly singeing Remliel's beautiful white-gold hair.

 

The devil died on the spot.

 

Remliel turned to the source of the flame and saw a dashing young man standing there, blowing his finger, which was smoking. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was no man, it was one of the fallen angels: Azazel. No wonder he didn't recognize him. His long, silver hair had now turned short, spiky and really dark brown, with two strands falling into his eyes. His two pairs of cherubic wings were now a pair of bat wings and his golden eyes had turned into dull amethysts.

 

Remliel had never seen a more interesting creature.

 

Azazel had turned to him and stared in contemplation. Seeing the inquisitive look in the cherub's eyes proved that he was not on a mission from God, merely a stow-away looking for some form of entertainment. And he was really, really one fucking hell of a gorgeous creature.

 

“Come to my office” he offered. Remliel didn't think twice.

 

Unlike the main area of the floor, the office was very nice; it still retained its heavenly décor and atmosphere. The only thing out of place was two pairs of wings mounted onto one frame, cherub style, and a dulled halo along with it, which hung on the wall opposite the door. Remliel suspected they were Azazel's. No words passed between them as Azazel locked the door behind him and pressed his lips fiercely to the angel's.

 

They've been having random, wild sex since then.

 

And now Duo and Quatre. Not that Quatre minded, mind you, the guilt he'd always felt for betraying God was just present, as usual. Azazel always hated it when Remliel would mention it. He did everything in his power to get Remliel to stop; even going as far as having a threesome with Lucifer himself. Nothing worked.

 

Right now, however, being accustomed to the feeling and all, that wasn't his problem. The thing was, Quatre was still a virgin and he was saving himself for Heero, as a gift for joining the side of light. With Duo happily munching on his neck, things weren't going the way he was planning.

 

He pushed Duo off and darted away.

 

“What the…?!” Duo exclaimed, partly shocked, mostly angry, “What the hell is wrong?!”

 

“I can't!” Quatre replied, “I have a very important job to do and it requires me--Quatre to remain a virgin.” Duo growled and attempted to pull Quatre back.

 

“Frankly, Rem, I don't give a shit. I have my own fucking mission here but you don't see me sitting around being bored because I'm `saving myself' do you?” he shot back.

 

“That's because your mission is different from mine!! I'm having a hard time as it is! I haven't even contacted the human yet.” Duo rolled his eyes.

 

“And that's my problem why?” he asked. Before Quatre was able to speak he cut him off. “Look, I don't really care. I want to fuck you right here, right now. End. Of. Story.” Quatre opened his mouth again but Duo cut him off again. “Why in fuck's sake do you need to remain a virgin anyway?” he asked, “God didn't need you a virgin up there! He even went so far as ignoring your little trips to my office; hell knows that he knows you do. He probably fucked up fucking you so bad, he felt sorry for you and forced you to get fucked by me!”

 

“SHUT UP, AZAZEL!!!” Quatre screamed. Fuck all the neighbors! It ain't none of their business. Duo glared daggers at him, willing the angel to succumb to him. Quatre ignored him. “My mission here is none of your business. God's orders are none of your business. And his and my sex-life is still none of your business, so would you please shut it and save your selfish little whims for someone who cares!” he yelled angrily. He ignored the menacing growl coming from Duo, whose devil horns starting to emerge out of his forehead. “Why don't you just get one of your little sex slaves and fuck them!” Quatre winced a bit at his language, but he was furious damnit! Duo roared and lunged forward, pinning Quatre against a wall with the angel's back facing him.

 

He proceeded to get what he desired off the angel's prone figure, the latter not even resisting. Hands roamed the milky-white flesh, touching and teasing; lips kissed, licked, sucked, devoured; Quatre could practically feel Duo begging him to concede to the devil's desires. But he remained strong.

 

You must know that, inasmuch as Duo's devilish habits and ways had rubbed off on Quatre, Quatre's angelic ways had rubbed off on Duo. The devil stopped before his digits could penetrate the angel. He let Quatre go and sighed, running a hand through his bangs.

 

“I'll strike you up a deal” he started. Quatre noted the lack of an apology for the near-rape. “I'll try to help you with your mission and you give me what I want” the fallen cherub said calmly. Quatre leveled his gaze at the devil, whose horns were retreating.

 

“You are not allowed to know the nature of my mission, nor am I allowed to inform you.”

 

“Just tell me who this human you're supposed to meet is. I'll tell you what I know of him and then I get what I want” Duo tried again.

 

“No” Quatre replied firmly.

 

“Would it help if I offered to reveal my mission to you?”

 

“No.” Quieter. It was a tempting offer, but Quatre knew better; never trust a devil. They were silent for a few moments.

 

“If only I didn't love fucking you” Duo sighed, “Get out.” Quatre stared at him before he started picking up his clothes and putting them on. Duo called his name as the cherub's fingers caressed the doorknob. “Promise me… promise me that once you've given up the foolish idea of `saving yourself' for someone… that when you've lost your virginity to whomever you need to lose it, come back to me and let me have my way with you” he practically pleaded. No pause or lilt in his voice indicated that he was doing so, but Quatre knew better.

 

Never trust a devil.

 

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