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The fact that there were less reapers than there used to be in the Underworld- in tandem with the remaining reapers usually having a designated time where they were all in their sleeping quarters, meant that the common area of the reaper building Elyon was currently assigned to survey was essentially empty.
The poor angel had been kept later than he had intended to be in a meeting with 5012, but at least he had more of the information needed to report to his superiors about how the Underworld was faring following the Reaper's Revolution. Though, despite his own caution, the constant dark energy in the air was starting to affect him in ways he wasn't particularly fond of. In trying to keep his soul from becoming sick, his inner-light was doing its best to compensate, meaning the intense imbalance left him feeling rather exhausted.
And exhaustion was always a precursor to soul sickness.
While I loathe to rest in the room they assigned me for the duration of my stay… maybe I shall rest a short while before I continue to gather information…
"Burning the midnight oil there, Angel Face?"
Elyon jolted harshly and turned on his heel to face the reaper he had wished to avoid since their disastrous exchange a few days prior. "Ah… that is none of your business you, Perverted Reaper."
Riven smiled before sticking his tongue out to reveal his piercing, the silver glinting in the low light of the common room. "Don't gotta be so tight with me, Angel." He gave a soft whine as he peeled himself off the wall he was leaning against. He then began sauntering his way closer to the angel, until they were around an arm's length apart. "I'm sure once you get to know me, that stick in your ass will fall right out."
Disgust pulled at Elyon's features as he cast his gaze away from the Reaper, a scoff leaving his lips as he started to count the threads on his robe (something he deemed to be a better use of his attention). "Must you always speak with such a uncouth vernacular? Surely your superiors taught you basic manners when it comes to any form of social interaction?"
A loud laugh burst from Riven, leaving him to wipe a tear from his eye, before he pushed his hair back with ease. "I know you like my way of talking, Angel Cakes. Don't think I don't see you looking at me when we're in this room together."
Taking another step forward, Riven was now only a hair's breadth away, his dark aroma of death with a hint of blood made Elyon want to step away on instinct, but the angel stayed rooted to the ground- defiant in wanting to prove that he wasn't afraid of the reaper before him. "I think I would rather let myself be tainted by soul sickness before I admit that I find your grating voice pleasing to my wings."
Snorting, the Reaper shrugged and gave the angel a look-over before narrowing his eyes. "This place wearing down on you? I mean, it will on all of us eh?"
"I do not wish to share my health concerns with you, 1313." Elyon snapped, irked by the constant prodding.
"So… you aren't feeling well then?"
Oh Heavens grant me strength that I do not smite my enemy.
Elyon began to work at a tangle on his hair, as he felt a deep ache beginning to settle in his soul. "Not that it's your business, but yes. The energies around have been rather taxing on my body- leading me to overcompensate on my essence… needless to say my soul is filled with too much light as I tried to combat the dark energies around me…"
Why am I even telling him such information? I simply have to just rest a while here and the darkness in the air will subdue the extra light within my soul. It's not like it's unheard of for angels to suffer sickness that is similar to reapers… is it?
Then again, angels don't make it a habit to come to the Underworld like this…
"That makes sense I guess? Soul sickness is the kind of pain I hate: no pleasure, only exhaustion as sickness. Booooringgg~." Riven rolled his eyes at the mention of the sickness before they lit up with a rather devious glint. "Say, I know a better way than just waiting for it to go away~."
Elyon turned to him, a slight dust of a blush blooming on his cheeks. "Nine hells, you Perverted Reaper, if you suggest anything other than a relaxing bath and a cup of chai, I will burn you where you stand!"
Riven held up his hands before sticking out his tongue in defiance. "Jeez, don't shoot me, Angel Face. All I was gonna suggest is swapping essence. Don't even gotta penetrate- you taste some of mine, and I yours- then it's all good?" He motioned the action of fellatio with his hand and mouth before chuckling. "Of course, you can be a prude, but I can see from here how much that light is burning in ya~."
With a sigh, Elyon pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. "I can manage on my own. I am not about to bow down to you, as much as you ask for it, 1313."
"Awh, but you remember my number- that counts for something, Elyon~"
The way that Riven practically purred his name made the angel blush deep, his wings flapping sightly as he felt a need blossom deep inside.
"I merely recall the number as I was discussing matters with 5012. Do not take it to be anything more than it is, Reaper."
Getting closer to him, the reaper smirked and took a lock of Elyon's hair into his hand. "But I can sense your curiosity from here, Angel Cakes. You're wondering if it would be more effective, right?"
Elyon hissed slightly and tried to pull back, stumbling a little as he started to back away towards a corner of the common room. "I think NO such thing! Stop pressing your perverted ideas onto me, or I will have no choice but to report you to your superior!"
Riven followed him, like an animal stalking its prey, his footsteps silent as he peered up at Elyon through his bangs. "You would've done that already if that were the case, Angel~"
Elyon felt a flash of horror sink into his features, earning a laugh from Riven.
He's caught me… I'm trapped.
A wave of dizziness overcame Elyon briefly, his hand flying out to the wall to steady himself. "Foolish Reaper… I don't have time for this."
Clicking his tongue, Riven got closer to him and rested a hand against Elyon's shoulder. "Hey, if you really wanna lay down, I'll just help you to your stinking room." He gave a small huff. "I may wanna make you cry for me, but not if you're gonna put up that much of a resistance..."
Elyon shook his head, he hated that he was curious- the need to feel more of Riven's touch against his skin was almost laughable.
I need him… I want to see what it's like…
"I will only say this once." He began panting. The exhaustion of his soul becoming more apparent. "You may help me balance my essence… but I will NOT be giving you anything close to fellatio."
Riven smirked and gave Elyon's shoulder a squeeze. "Sure sure, I think we can do that another time then. We can swap essence another way~" Pressing Elyon further into the corner of the common room, he began to let his hand snake down the angel's torso and rest just below his navel, where the golden sash blocked the ability for his gloved hands to go lower. "Parading so much skin like this, Angel… you really do like teasing this poor reaper, hm?"
Elyon let out a sharp gasp, as if he was struck by a bolt of lightning. "Q-Quit your devious ministrations, you foul-mouthed fool!" His wings twitched, the lower wings on his face coming up to hide his ever-growing blush.
Riven chuckled, soft and deep before sliding down further, pushing the sash with some resistance and finding home under the band of a fabric loincloth. "You tell me to be quiet, but your body is reacting very differently." Finally his hand wrapped around the angel's modest length, giving it a soft squeeze so Elyon could feel the metal decorations against his feverish skin. "Oh, that sound was divine~"
Gasping and panting, Elyon wasn't sure weather he should pull away or thrust in to the feeling of fabric and cool silver against him. He knew it was unbecoming of his station, to want to chase that high… especially with Riven of all people. Particularly whilst the threat of being discovered in public was very real.
"S-Stop this… before you get us caught, you stupid reaper! L-Let us move to…"
Squeezing again, Riven brought his other hand up Elyon's back to tease the junction of where feathers meet skin. "Tsk, tsk… You made a comment about how names are bestowed by Providence with purpose, yet will you really treat me like needless livestock and refuse to call me by my name?"
"…!" Elyon bit his lip, stunned briefly by his own desire in that moment to obey the reaper that was teasing him- infuriatingly so.
I cannot give in… I will not be corrupted in such a cesspit of a place… This infernal Underworld. I only need to balance my essence, nothing more.
Riven gave Elyon's cock a rather languid stroke before grasping it tight, while digging his hand into the sensitive flesh on his back. In response, the angel threw his head back and let out a deep and pitched whine.
"Oh, Riven!"
Elyon stiffened immediately, bringing the middle wings on his head to cover his eyes as his blush ran down his neck and dusted his shoulders.
Heaven's forgive me. I did NOT…
That very response was tore from me without warning… I dare not… I WILL not give into this fiend. To my holiest above I pray for strength in this moment…
Riven also seemed stunned for a moment, his hands having stilled as Elyon sent a silent prayer to the heavens. But the silence didn't last for long. It was as if the angel had snapped something in the reaper, primal and full of carnal desire. "'Oh Riven'? What a sweet voice you have, Angel Face." He practically purred as he licked a stripe up Elyon's pale column of a neck. "I want to hear you say that again… and again; until I am the only one you will pray and beg to."
This seemed to make the reaper double down, thrusting his own hips against Elyon in listless circles, his hardening member becoming ever evident as it strained against his trousers. "Elyon, beg for me… desire me… say how much you want me and I will give you everything. I will make you want for nothing…. just give into me and ONLY me."
Elyon began panting, his hands frozen at his sides as he peeked down to see Riven's hand palming his leaking cock under his robes. Oh.. how it made his core throb.
I… It's too much… I've…
Elyon knew deep down, that he had desired a taste of man for so long… having relations with other beings was rather taboo within angelic culture. Much like how the Underworld had gone under reform, some of the rules of the heavens had been rewritten to be more… fair to the ebb and flow of time that changes all things. One change in particular was sexual exploration. Elyon had firmly believed that being in the camp of the old ways; that to remain pure of body and soul, one must not release any form of sexual pleasure… but as of late…
With his constant talk of what Riven would wish to do me…
He then recalled when that new reaper- (was it 6826? 0213? I can't recall…) with that bright soul had delivered that FOUL-MOUTHED comment from Riven in retaliation to when Elyon had demanded the other reaper tell Riven to stop staring…
He said he wanted to #&^% my #@#! until I #&^$ and cry…
Elyon whined and started to grind into the touch, his hair beginning to stick against the nape of his neck as the damn of sexual tension he'd locked away for so long was about to burst.
"Do you want it, Elyon? I can make it feel real good- the best even. Have you sobbing on my cock, my fingers never leaving your cute prick… Just beg me, tell me how much you want it. C'mon, Angel."
The gates seemed to open, Elyon whining as he came on Riven's glove, his core leaking down his thighs as his legs began to shake. "Riven… P-Please…" He turned to face him, pulling him close as his eyebrows furrowed. "I need… It's not enough, m-my essence..."
I can't think straight. I need to settle the burning in my chest… the fluttering… it's… too much.
What have you done to me, you infernal reaper!?
He palmed Riven's clothed cock with desperation and a clumsiness that he hoped wasn't too embarrassing. "Riven, I demand you take me. You have made my body… act strange… and now it needs… something, and I COMMAND you fix it."
With a laugh, Riven pulled his glove to his mouth and licked up the angel's spend with his tongue while maintaining eye-contact with him, a devious glint within. "So demanding~" He pulled him by his wrist down the hall until his own room was visible. "While I would love to take you more in the common area, so everyone can see me corrupt such a cute little angel, I want this first time to be more… intimate."
He does have a soft side… Elyon mused through the growing haze in his mind before he was pushed through the door.
He didn't have much of an opportunity to look around before he was on his back, wings splayed around him as Riven caged him between his arms.
"I finally caught you~"
Elyon felt a flash of annoyance flood through him, his brows furrowing as he hissed. "Only because I am gracing you with the honour of being my first. Don't get so cocky, Reaper, lest you turn out to be a disappointment."
A look passed Riven for a moment, almost careful and contemplating- his onyx black orbs looking for something in Elyon's icy blue. But before the angel could call him out, Riven blinked and his suave and cock-sure persona bled back in. "Sure, sure… I'll take the honour in stride and wear it as my highest badge of honour." He then lifted his hand to tug at the robes Elyon was wearing, exposing his lower half to the cool air of Riven's room.
Elyon felt his blush deepen down his shoulders, his underwear was stained and damp with various wet spots from both his cock and his core. Gold details, much like the same ones on his chest were also wrapped around his thighs and ankles- more eyes boring into the reaper that tugged at the soiled underwear.
"Glad to see I'm already making you crazy for me." Riven teased as he threw the offending article to the side of his room with a slight wet slap.
"D-Don't be so haughty, Reaper." Elyon hissed, his wings covering his face once more. "You have a lot to make up for, making my body act so sinfully due to your ministrations." Trying to be the one in control, Eylon went to open his mouth to give another snide remark against Riven, but the reaper had other ideas and pressed two fingers against his dripping cunt. "R-Riven!"
Riven smiled and bit his lip before sticking out his tongue. "I'd heard rumors about angel physiology, but I never wanted to assume… But-" He wiped his gloved hand against his outer labia before giving an experimental press against his vaginal opening- earning a keening whine from the angel as he arched off the bed. "Fuck, I am eager to see you move like that more~."
Without warning he dove down, pulling Elyon's body closer to himself as his tongue began to dip into the angel's folds. With the hot metal piercing of his tongue teasing Elyon, the angle couldn't help but throw his head back and claw at the bedsheets beneath him.
It's… was it always meant to feel this pleasurable? This fantastic?
Maybe… the rewriting of our own rules weren't too far fetched after all…
His stomach sunk at the realisation that he was doubting the old teachings that had been pressed into his very soul, but the sensation of Riven adding his fingers to aid his tongue made the angel's mind go blank- his head tossing from side to side, causing his hair to become tangled around his halo.
"R-Riven!" He panted, still clawing at the sheets. "R-Riven please… It's…"
Riven smirked against Elyon before redoubling his efforts, his free hand now coming up to cup Elyon's weeping cock. The member was smooth and cut, the pink head glistening and swollen, desperate for touch that it now relished in.
The multiple points of stimulation were too much for Elyon's sensitive body and he could hardly utter out a word of warning before climax washed over him in a way he'd never felt before. While the previous release had been something he had read up about, the way Elyon felt his body grow tight like a coiled spring before releasing with such a force- it almost felt as if he had lost all control of his bodily functions.
Dear gods… please… don't say I made an embarrassment of myself.
Peeking up at where Riven was pulling away from his core, Elyon noticed that his face was soaked, as were his gloves. Shame flooded his system as he tried to pull away. "R-Riven? I-I didn't realise my body could do such distasteful things-"
Riven cut him off with a dark laugh, un-clipping his metal accessories on his wrists to peel off his sodden gloves. "Wow, Angel Face… I knew I would be able to make you cum, but squirting for me like that… oh, you know how to get me excited."
S-Squirting… I only read about that in… books. I thought it was mere fallacy!
Trying to act like he had planned it all along, he backpedaled and smirked up at the Reaper. "Why of course! My body is a gift from the Heavens themselves, I am as divine as it gets, so feel blessed I let you take in any part that comes from it."
"First you called it distasteful, now it's a blessed form God themselves?" Riven began to unbuckle his belt and slide down his trousers enough to free his own strained cock, breath stuttering as it was no longer rubbing against the tight confines of his boxers. "I know you said I will be your first, so I will let your little flip flopping go for now~"
Elyon cast his gaze down before swallowing hard, speaking before he could stop himself. "And you expect that beast to enter my divine body without resistance? You must be a bumbling fool!"
Riven shrugged and rested his cock against Elyon's. While the angel had a modest size of around five inches, Riven's was a staggering three and half inches bigger, with a more girth circumference to Elyon's more skinny one. The way it lay heavy against him made the angel feel a kind of deepest want that was almost too embarrassing for him to bear. His core, despite coming down from his second release in such a short time, was almost aching to have a taste.
I would strike down my own body if I could right now… I bet he knows too… Stupid foolish Reaper.
"I can feel your anticipation from here, Elyon~." Riven's eyes were blown wide, the red dots in his iris like small pinpricks as he frotted their dicks together. "I wonder how deep I can go? Will I reach all the way here?" He pressed a hand against Elyon's navel, making the Angel flinch in turn at the coolness of his hands against his burning skin. "If I do, will you scream my name like holy song, Elyon?"
Elyon bit his lip, his blush practically sizzling his skin as he canted his hips up to rub against Riven. "Maybe I will if you try hard enough, you foolish Reaper. I don't do this for just anyone, so show me the respect I deserve and put that thing inside me right now."
Riven scoffed before pulling back to line the uncut head of his cock with Elyon's cunt. "You asked for it like this, Angel Face, so don't come whimpering to me if it's too much."
Before Elyon could retort, Riven shoved half of his shaft into the Angel, both of them groaning at the sensation. The angel gasped, his eyes rolling back as his wings thumped against the mattress, his toes curling as he felt as though all the air had been forced from his lungs. "R-Ri… Riv…"
"That's only half, and you're acting like a whimpering little puppy." Riven laughed and angled his hips forward to shove in another few inches, relishing in the way that Elyon came apart at the seams. His body was convulsing as it tried to get used to the sheer size entering him, drool making its way down his cheek and into his hair. "Oh, fuck… I can get used to this sight-"
Riven didn't give Elyon any time to get used to his length before he bottomed out, pushing Elyon's lithe frame into the mattress further as he felt his blunt cock-head kiss the angel's cervix.
"Oh, fuckkkk, Eylon!" He hissed as he pulled out slightly before ramming back up against his deepest walls. "I don't think anyone has ever felt so… so, fucking heavenly."
Wheezing, Elyon's wings hit the duvet again as he let out a deep moan. "L-Listen here, you b-brute! Slow down, it's… you're too big! Slow d-down." He then tossed his head back, his arms reaching out to wrap around the reaper- he needed to hold onto him, to keep him anchored as Riven continued to ram up against his cervix.
Riven pulled Elyon closer, relishing in how the angel's nails racked down his back as he continued his punishing pace. "Yeah… Just like that, you cute pathetic Angel. Keep whining for me~." He lent in to bite the angel's neck, sucking against it before moving to another area to draw blood- his hunger deep and un-tameable.
Elyon in turn, was becoming a whimpering and whining mess, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt Riven biting deep into his neck- in the junction between his shoulder- the collarbone… drawing blood and blemishes against his ivory skin. Every thrust into him made him moan, his own dick leaking precum in an endless stream that stained his own stomach as he felt himself cresting to a third climax.
Not fair… that sexual relations can feel this good… How did the gods make my body in a way that makes me feel it too? Guh… it's not fair that he can make me feel this way too! I will have to find a way to get back at him for making such a mess of-
A sharp snap of hips made Elyon cry out, the particular thrust almost popping through his cervix as he looked at Riven.
"I can see your mind drifting there, Angel Cakes." He smirked. "Can't have you thinking about other things that isn't me shifting your insides until you sob and cry for me."
"R-Riven-!" Elyon felt his body growing hotter, the eyes that dotted his halo and body beginning to light up the close he got to his release. "I-I… Oh, Riven~" His voice became more melodic as his back arched in Riven's hold, his nails digging further into Riven's back as his cunt began to squeeze down on the reaper's thick cock- desperate to milk all the essence he could.
Riven lapped up more blood that sluggishly trickled down Elyon's neck, the gold blood aromatic and addicting as it tasted of pure light. "Elyon, won't you cum on my cock for me? My Angel? You can do that for me, right?"
Hearing the command was almost too much for the angel, with a cry, he felt his whole body shake and his mind go white with pleasure. Distantly he could hear Riven cuss before his insides were flooded with dark essence. The sensation was divine and downright sinful. Elyon felt as though he couldn't breathe, his mind fuzzy and pleasantly empty of all thoughts- like floating on a cloud and being cradled in warmth.
My soul… is balanced… Was all he could note on as his eyes wondered around languidly.
"-ngel?"
Elyon shook his head before letting out a soft whine, his body ached, but his mind was still too far for him to make sense of anything around him.
"Hey, Angel Cakes, can ya hear me?"
Riven…
Blinking a few times, a blur of dark hair and even darker clothing swam into view. Tears rolled down Elyon's cheeks before he felt a cool hand wiping them away.
His touch… cold… but… nice.
Riven gave a few gentle swipes to the angel's cheek before his voice came out soft and gentle- the first Elyon had ever heard it being so. "There he is. Was a bit worried I'd kinda fucked the brains outta you there." He broke off to gave a nervous laugh. "You were literally glowing- think you tried to blind me when you came, though I'll admit… it was kinda hot."
Elyon scoffed despite himself and lent further into the touch. "Forgive my actions. It's not like I know how I will respond when being that overstimulated." His voice dripped with sarcasm as he started to feel like he existed in his own body once more. "But, I guess you made true on your promise: it looks like you made me cry and forget everything but you…" As he spoke, his cheeks began to heat up and he cast his gaze down to see that his chest was covered in love-bites and teeth-marks.
"Yeah, I told you I always make true on my promises. One-hundred-percent success rate, right here~." Riven then slowly began to pull out of the angel, the two of them- earning a hiss from Elyon at the sudden emptiness. "I… will admit, I might've gotten a little carried away with you, Angel Face."
"You THINK?" Elyon snapped, his back ached, his legs cramping, and his core most-likely was bruised. "You, are lucky my regeneration rate is faster than many angels, otherwise I would fear my ability to walk tomorrow."
Riven disappeared for a moment to grab a towel, and started to wipe down Elyon. "Yeah, yeah, maybe you shouldn't have begged for it so hard? You take responsibility too, y'know?"
Elyon huffed and let the reaper clean him, relishing in how spoiled he felt. He had heard of co-workers talking about the awful comedown after rather intense sessions… but despite his bickering with Riven, it was rather pleasant to bask in the afterglow. "Fine, I will take a third of the responsibility, the rest is on you for pressing me so hard."
He then shifted over on the bed, letting out a slight groan before patting the now empty space next to him. "Well… I heard you're supposed to hug after such things…" His lower wings began to hide his face as he pressed his legs together. Essence still leaked down his thighs in a languid pace, but the angel found that he couldn't care now. All he wanted was to feel Riven's arms around him in a less… intense manner.
I will allow myself this weakness… just this once. He should enjoy it too- I won't be doing this again.
"You're too cute when you're playing hard to get, Angel Cakes." Riven had a smile like the cat that got the cream as he stripped down to his boxers and pulled the covers around them, snaking his arms around Elyon's torso, despite the wings that got in his way. "You're lucky I will put up with being the big spoon."
Snorting, Elyon shook his head. "It's your punishment for being so harsh on my body. Consider yourself lucky that my glowing outburst didn't send you to your second death."
Barking a laugh, Riven snuggled closer and pressed a gentle kiss to Elyon's shoulder. "Alright, though the scratch marks down my back makes us somewhat even. You're lucky reapers heal fast too."
Elyon opened his mouth to apologise but Riven pressed another kiss into him before speaking over him. "I like it, just for the record. Knowing you can dish out as much as I can. I think we have a fun future in store for us both~"
Maybe. Elyon though despite himself. He wanted to deny it- say that there was no way in Heaven or the Underworld that he would entertain such an idea with the reaper again.
But… maybe we can… if he stops being so insufferable.
"Goodnight, Elyon." Riven whispered.
Letting out a soft sigh, Elyon wrapped his own arms around Riven's given them a soft squeeze as he closed his eyes.
"Goodnight, Riven."
Maybe tomorrow they'd go back to hissing and spitting. Maybe they would pretend nothing happened and one day, Elyon would go back to Heaven, and the memory of his fist time would become a distant memory.
Though Elyon found himself wanting to remember this night forever…
Maybe he wanted to keep Riven close…
Oh…
Maybe… I do want him… Heavens forgive me… for I think I might be falling in love after all…