4 comments/ 25769 views/ 17 favorites Carved by Angels By: Rinique Carved by Angels Ch. 02 Carved by Angels Ch. 02 "Kichay... He won't stop until you're his again. But I don't want you to leave me..." Anything. Adonis would've given anything to hear Kichay's voice, just once. Carved by Angels Ch. 03 Carved by Angels Ch. 03 Rebecca had caught his eye, her bright red dress made her stand out in the monotone colors of business men and women she walked with across a street. She had family, a large one as well, but beyond caring, Sajery started a relationship with her. Whether or not the human was flippant with her heart mattered not, for within a month, she professed her love which must have been true. Adonis accepted her soul without qualms and encouraged him to find another. Small and petite were the ones he went for: Adrian, Gwen, Thomas, Ryan and Payden all had small frames, rather short, and graceful. One of them had been an acrobat at a famous circus fixated in one city. He was lithe, limbs willowy and taut with lean muscles. Another was a gymnast aiming to become a professional some day. Thomas and Ryan had been swimmers. And Payden had been fresh out of the whoring business the day Sajery met the youth. Sajery remembered offering the human a place to stay for a night, treating him with kindness that had been unknown to him since he had become frigid within. Payden had, just like Kichay, cried in his sleep that first night, gripping the covers in shaking hands. The reason that had the young human go into such business, remain in it for as long as he did, and then cry about his choices, Sajery found out with much effort. That one night of shelter turned to a week that turned into a month and following ones. The familiar pace threatened to melt his icy heart, every whimper and shy kiss echoing Kichay's, right down to the pitch and the way those expressive eyes had turned to meet his in shame and a hope of happiness. After a long, steady climb, Payden had stripped himself of his usual sleep boxers and laid himself on the bed they shared. With his light sapphire eyes shimmering with barely contained tears, the human asked for them to go beyond sweet kisses, early morning pleasuring, and slow explorations of what love was. Petal-soft lips parted to form those three little words, and this time, rather than immediately summon Adonis, who was surely listening attentively, Sajery had smiled and caressed the youth's curving cheek gently. But he heard Kichay talking quietly as he always did, his words not clear, but the emotion still touched Sajery. Unknowingly, Sajery had taken too long in replying to Payden's request. A single gesture and sentence rocked the surface demon to the core. The young human had taken his hand within his own small one, and held it against his cheek, tearing eyes meeting his in such torment, "Am I unlovable, Sajery?" He had loved the human, incredibly gentle and understanding at how sensitive the younger's body was as they slowly moved towards completion. His lips had skimmed over the sweat-sweet skin, nipped gently at an earlobe, and sealed over Payden's mouth when the human released with a wail. Although he groaned the human's name into the crook of his neck as he met his zenith, Sajery knew that inside, his heart cried for Kichay. While Payden had curled beside him, the demon stroked back his shiny blonde locks to reveal a sweet, contented smile on his scarred face. The process of love was always the same, and although he did everything the same way he had done with Kichay, his loved had remained dormant. A mere memory or thought of Kichay sent his soul to immeasurable heights that none would ever achieve. With a parting kiss, something he had never given to the five that had been before Payden, Sajery summoned Adonis to his aid and stole another heart. The additional six souls had taken four years, making a total of nine years served to Adonis and Kichay. Bitter tears, screams, and pointless arguments with the soul collector had been regular occurrences, but the nine years was nothing compared a demon's lifespan. For some reason Sajery had survived many fatal blows from an assassin sent to kill him to stop his plan to regain a stone and revive a fallen. Blood had spilled everywhere from each hit, but death did not take him. Perhaps death understood his unfinished business and yet showed painful mercy on his soul, doomed to not burn in the hottest corners, but possibly live another moment without his beloved. Carved by Angels Ch. 04 Carved by Angels Ch. 05 Horns and sirens echoed outside, the city full of life, drama, problems. Hating the fact that so many people out there were alive and laughing, enjoying the Friday night while Chay wasn't. Oh hell... I thought I was done with tears... Weary, swollen eyelids protested as his dark, tormented eyes filled with tears again. The salty crystalline droplets soaked into the pillow - one of the few things he had saved after Kichay's death was the pillow the little human used. The sweet scent had left the fabric long ago. Summer had left him, for eternity, banished just as Kichay was. Curled up on his side, facing away from the door, Sajery buried his face in the soft blue satin, breathing deep as he sucked in air for the start of more weeping. Wailing. I'm so scared...What if he denies me? What if he can't even face me? So many thoughts swirled in his head, all of them throwing themselves at his heart, injecting it with poison - he couldn't let anything get in the way of his plan. Nothing, not even his own self doubts. It would work, it had to work, it had to... He sat up suddenly, quick as lightning as his face became a glare so terrible, Haziel trembled under it. Surely tearing apart the room and screaming utter madness would've terrified anyone of the thought to dare enter without permission... "What do you want?" He was horribly defenseless, it was cruel to jump so much vulnerability. Cringing badly, the hostile bite of the demon's words pierced deep. Behind thick blond bangs, Haziel set his chin and raised to his full height, "I-I wanted to see if you wanted some company.." Oh fuck... Cursing at his wavering voice, the angel didn't even acknowledge the fact that he swore, internally or not. The tray he held in his hands shook ever so slightly; Haziel eyed the demon and his set face of determination softened. His eyes faded into a memory, without meaning to. So often, so frequently it happened. Forgetting what just occured, Sajery slipped into the bittersweet times. I said that to him... First time we met... The rink, the skating rink. They turned it into a fucking punk skate park now... Everything felt numb, the sirens he hated had faded away - a faint humming sound replaced all other noise. Kichay's voice he used to hear, was so quiet, two shades under a whisper. It mocked him, sometimes that sweet voice that called out his name, told him of love, laughed at him. Kichay was laughing at him. "Am I going mad?" Setting down the tray, Haziel felt tears come to his eyes; the utter desperation and despair in that question. A shaking hand rested upon the demon's shoulder, the crimson skin contrasted greatly to the pale porclein. No hand flew out to strike him, as it did sometimes. The pain Sajery radiated was so much, far too much. It made him feel dizzy almost. Such an unusual sensation... "I don't know...I don't know, my sweet." The affectionate term was like candy on his lips, pleasing and left a craving for more. Never had he felt this way, the need to give so much love, so much that it rivaled those in the skies. The banished angel slowly crawled onto the bed, and lay behind Sajery, curling his lithe body into the curve of the demon's. So cautious, so careful. Not once did Sajery strike him this time. The fog lifted, and clumsily from exhaustion, the demon turned to face the angel, not realizing he accidently hit the angel's pale, soft cheek hard. Tear-filled brown eyes took in the vision that was torn from the skies, and remained with him, saw those bright blue eyes falter closed as he kissed the angel's neck. Stirrings of emotion crackled in his heart; the immediate fear struck him, but without caring, he passed his lips across the sweet skin. "I don't deserve you...I don't deserve your gifts." Breathless, he lay on his side as his arms gathered the angel and crushed the slight frame against him. The younger's body was shuddering delicately, like a flower caught in the gust of a strong wind, "S-Sajery..." The whisper told him to continue, to let him unleash the aching of loneliness and heartbreak. To bury himself to hide away from the sorrow of unspeakable depths. Raising up more, the demon gently laid some of his weight on the angel's chest as he tucked his arm under the angel's neck, the other roaming across shoulders, tugging the loose robe open, exposing what lay underneath. Shivers of lust rattled up his spine as his lips shyly met the other's. Oh gods... A spark grew in his heart, it scared him but his love for the angel rose up into the skies from where he fell. Sliding his tongue across Haziel's, Sajery took his hand away from caressing a collarbone to tenderly cupping the angel's cheek. "Haziel...Haziel," He couldn't say it. Not now, not ruin everything. So close, so close to professing his love. And I can't... But he could see it, with glazed blue eyes, Haziel merely whimpered in return. A whimper instead of declaration that would burn their souls forever. Raising his hands to rake through the demon's dark locks, the angel pushed away the bangs from that dark crimson face and mouthed the words before taken in a savage kiss of passion and lust. Equally hungry, the little angel dragged the demon closer, scooting upwards so now he sat up, his back pressed against the cracked headboard of their bed. Together they both fumbled at disrobing each other, first the shirts, the robe tops. Oh gods, it feels so good... Hands flitted everywhere, along his torso, to his shoulder's, and finally to his wrists, pinning them to the headboard as well. To be pinned like this, it hurt a little, that jagged shard of pain wormed deeper into his heart. But its his way of keeping us apart... He loves me, I know he does. He's scared, he doesn't want to feel.. Losing his mind over a dead human for nearly a decade...When he hits me, when he hurts me...He doesn't mean it.. Oh Gods, what a twisted world humans live in, what I've fallen into.... Dragging a tongue along the neck, down into the hollow at his lover's throat, Sajery went lower. The younger whimpered, murmuring his name, his pleading for more. Lips found a pert nub, and with a smile, he flicked his tongue, teasing. "You taste like the sunshine you once bathed in above the clouds..." Sunshine and the promise of hope, in a youthful body of an angel. The younger's hands twitched, Sajery released them, savoring the feel of them pressing them closer. Closer, to dull the ache they both felt. "Oh fuck," The surprisingly daring creature suddenly straddled his body; groaning, Sajery rocked upwards, hands resting upon those jutting hips. It was so touching, so endearing, to stare up into that face, to see it betray emotion and the sensations, all so new. Just like how Kichay was... They way Haziel parted his mouth with each breath, lips trembling as they created friction. That bright pink dusting of color across the high cheekbones, sweat beginning to form. "You're so beautiful, the heavens must weep..." "The things you say," He grinned, and that too, disappeared, replaced with a shaking breath. So much pleasure, running through his nerves. Letting his body ride Sajery's rocking, he tugged the demon to sit upright, and the arms he loved so much wrapped around him. One sliding into the curve of his waist, brushing against the small of his back, the other sifting through his hair. Arching his back, the angel tipped his head back, loving the kisses, the small bites the demon made to his neck. So much power in those arms. Their limbs tangled, driving the passion to new heights. That clouding only lust can bring erased all their worries, that place where lovers went. Nothing but love remained. "Ah, S-saje," Frowning minutely, the demon' closed his eyes, and tucked the younger's head into his shoulder; arms wrapped around his back, fingers curling. Oh gods he's so warm... The head of his shaft was engulfed in fire, so inviting, so ready. "It'll pass, I won't hurt you, darling..." Kissing shoulders, mumuring sweet nothings, everything but that cursed word, the demon waited. Haziel's thighs began to shake, support himself up as he tried to lower himself down. The arms around him drew apart, and the fingers that ran through his sweaty, knotted locks now held his hips. Easing his muscles, Haziel looked into the eyes of the demon and his heart nearly hammered its way out of his heart. Nothing his heart could ever feel would rival the twisted, unlikely emotions as he felt now. "It feels, different this way...A-Almost like I can't do it." Shudders cascaded throug his body, he could feel himself clenching as Sajery slowly lowered him onto him. Eyes rolling back, Haziel almost fainted, the onslaught of so much information to overload on... His angel's body had never felt nor dreamed of such pleasure. Another minute slipped by, and happily so, he rested his cheek on his lover's chest and waited. Gritting his teeth, Sajery slowly withdrew himself, and pushed back in with the same caution. Gasping, he fought for control before repeating, breathing fast. The angel's supple body betrayed more tremors, only the whimper he had learned to catagorize as "ohpleasemoreohplease", encouraged him to continue. Licking his drying lips, he embraced his precious angel as he rocked upwards at the agonizing slow pace. Haziel whined at his shallow thrusts, raising his hips, bouncing gently upon his lap. Fuck...Strike me down...I think my heart is on fire... Something deep within him was grazed, a quick jab that had him forget to breath. Swearing outloud, Haziel wrapped his legs around the demon's waist, sealing their union. "Gods, Sajery, I-" Again, he almost said it. It was a battle - when he forgot the forbidden words, the demon was quick to save him from slipping and vice-versa. Were actions truly better than words? Their lips locked in a searing kiss, their bodies entwining, carrying each other to the skies, reaching for a star to grab onto and whisk them away from the twisted land. To feel his body jerking at the thrusts, to have his bangs dance before his lust-filled blue eyes, it was so overwhelming. Everything an angel wouldn't dream of, love, of finding pleasure through the body. It was so human and pathetic. Well worth it. Tingling in his lower abdomen grew over the minutes of passion. Both him and the angel were groaning, moaning, whimpering, so open and both on fire. His hands grabbed at the angel's buttocks, cupping them before digging his fingers in; the startled gasp was so sweet to hear. He was close, his angel was close, crying out at his harder thrusting. This was the same way him and Kichay had first made love. His tears had faded, replaced with emotion. "You first, Haziel, god, make me follow you," Finding his lover's length, he began to stroke it in time to his thrusts - the double pleasure had his angel gasping, clinging onto him, riding his length harder and with more desperation. That shrill cry ended shortly, gasping replacing his voice as he burst into oblivion. The tightening and spasming was more than he could take, and Sajery as well, spilling over the edge with a groan. Slick with sweat, he held Haziel tight to him, hands moving from his back to his hair, sweeping along as they trembled together, overtaken. "It's okay, its alright...I'm here," Whispered words in his hear reassured him his heart did not explode. Oh my holy land...Its so intense, like that first time... The first time they moved together in such lust, the angel could have sworn his chest had burst from the strength of finding bliss. The dizziness attacked him, with a mere touch of his hand, Sajery slowly withdrew, and tucked the angel into his arms. Lying on his side, Haziel felt the thudded under his ear, listened to it. They remained as such for a long time, wordless, merely enjoying being so close to another. Carved by Angels "Yes, we happen to be good friends, so you can just skate off and leave Chay alone. He doesn't like it when people get too close, or did you not notice when he was practically begging you to let him go?" The man took a step to the side, turning his glare on Kichay, mouth parting to probably say some cruel comment; not wanting the young one to see such contempt, Sajery stepped and blocked his view. Once more, he suggested the man leave and it seemed he would, but not without a few last remarks. "'Good friends' my ass! I bet *you* were doing more than begging last night, you white-haired goth freak! Trying to buy him off with a drink, is that what all whores do?" The man quickly looked around Sajery's body before the surface demon could react, "Did you let him fuck you, Chay? Or did you fuck him? Are you a cheap whore too?" Although he knew the human was only saying such things in anger because Kichay wasn't interested, he still slapped the damned bastard as hard as he could across the cheek. Shouting. The man began shouting, pushing at his chest in an obvious invitation for a fight readily accepted or would've been if Kichay hadn't stepped between them somehow. Adrenaline quickly disappeared at the younger's quiet plea for them not to fight. Loosing his agressive stance immediately, he gently steered the young one to stand to the side before he shielded him once more, glaring full at the human who merely glared back before stalking off on his skates. Sajery hoped one or both of his skate blades could break, making his ankles follow suit. "T-Thank you..." Terribly quiet, Kichay trailed off as he bowed his head. Black locks spilled over his slim shoulders, bangs hiding his face which only strengthened the surface demon's desire to offer any kind of comfort. Unsure, Sajery reached out slowly, not wanting to startle the young one even more, and swept the bangs from Chay's face. He wondered if they were soft as they looked, and because he was selfish, he had a finger tip graze across the human's skin as he tucked the hair behind an ear. To touch his skin without gloves on...Maybe someday in a dream... Round lapis stared into his, shimmering with tears, but they did not hold fear, only curiosity. Encouraged, the surface demon did the same on the other side, taking care not to tug too hard. "May I ask, why there are tears in your eyes?" He could've told the man right then, gave him a chance to walk away from such a- But he didn't tell the truth to why, "I-I was just really scared...I mean, no stranger has ever been that close...." It was a lie, and Kichay hoped Sajery believed it. The man simply patted his arm, black-painted lips making a reassuring smile. They went for coffee again but this time there were periods of silence sometimes when Sajery knew the young human was too lost in thought to answer any questions. Again, he walked the human home, wanting to do so, and lingered close as they walked side by side. Kichay did not seem to mind this, infact, shuffled so they're arms were touching, barely, but better than not at all. It was snowing again, but Sajery didn't mind - he was growing rather fond of the flakes now, once he looked past the minor problems with it. I guess I'm growing fond of this human too...There are some problems as well though... The young one had a secret of some sorts, guarding it and refusing to tell, not that he blamed the human. It would take time for trust to develop in this relationship they had, and the surface demon decided then, that he wouldn't mind how much time it took. Some feeling had surged through him when he heard the creature cry out, when he saw him skate towards him. Not the nearest spot to get off the ice, but towards him. "You didn't ask to leave the rink...Because you simply wanted to get away from that bastard man, did you?" He could not stop the question just as he was leaving, turning to face the young one who still remained at the entrance to his apartment building. The dark-haired creature tilted his head to the side, cutely, and held the skate bag strap to his shoulder before stepping towards him with apprehension. It was unexpected, but the surface demon faced the young creature fully. Even though the human was standing on the platform of the entrance, his face was still tilted upwards to meet Sajery's face, who was standing a step lower. "I did want to leave the rink with you...It's just, that man only made me want to leave quicker than I had wanted to..." Something in the older man's face made him frown minutely - why was Sajery looking at him, expecting more that that? "I like you," He spoke quietly, eyes never leaving the other's dark brown pair that widened with something much like surprise. The frown on his face grew, his heart falling a bit, "I like you, Sajery...Don't you like your friends too?" Carved by Angels "Dirty. Disgusting. Cheap. Worthless." Chay rambled off other words to describe himself as he cried, face hidden in his hands. "I'm sorry. I should have told you. I had no way to pay, I ran away from home b-because my own father... Please don't send me away." A strength grew within Sajery's heart, building with such force he gasped in breath with his tightening chest. And in some single moment as he watched this human sob into shaking hands, "I still love you." Left his lips before he leaned forward, hands leaving the young one's sides, moving to cup reddened cheeks. Glassy blue eyes stared up into his in disbelief; before those parted lips began to question to why. Ready to back off at any hint of protest, Sajery finally brushed lips with Chay; even then his lipstick barred him from true contact. But he was still afraid of revealing his nature. Kichay nuzzled his lips, arms reaching around his neck with small needful sound. The young one moved too quickly - Sajery wanted to take his time in loving the human. He slid his fingers down until they rested lightly on slim shoulders, halting Chay for a moment to shush him gently. Sloppy and rough couplings was what Sajery had guessed the human had experienced; he didn't want Kichay to feel he had to do so with him. "I'll take care of you..." He whispered softly, trying to catch the other's gaze which met his with a barely audible gasp. Lapis orbs shimmered with tears before they curved from a beautiful smile more lovely than the sun breaking through clouds.