We'll Let The Fires Just Bathe Us

My eyes snapped open. I was clinging onto Alex.

What the fuck, Jack?

I jumped off Alex and started pacing.

How could you be so weak?

I stole a glance at Alex and he looked…Sad.

PLEASE ANYTHING I’LL DO ANYTHING!

Don’t think about them. They’ll only get louder.

“Jack.” Alex murmured.

Every fiber of me wanted to go back into his arms. I just wanted to feel safe again…I just wanted to be loved again. I ran my fingers through my hair.

STOP IT, JACK!

You’re growing weak again.

You don’t need anyone.

You can do this by yourself.

“Jack stop this.” Alex said.

My gaze snapped up to him. Suddenly all my anger wanted to pour into my fists, hurling them towards his face. But I knew I couldn’t get out of control. Angel or not, he wouldn’t stand a chance.

“Shut up.” I snapped.

My vision went black and white, signaling that my true eyes had come forth. The ebony ones.

“Jack.” He whispered standing in front of my incessant pacing.
“Shut. Up.” I snarled through gritted teeth.

My throat closed. In that moment, I hated him. Him and his stupid stubbornness, his stupid and reckless bravery, his stupid comforting smile, his stupid face, his stupid everything. I hated him because ever since I bought him, he was forcing me to face who I was and who I had become.

“It’s okay.” He said in a tone so soft and gentle that I almost believed him.
“I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP!” I yelled before smacking him.

He stumbled back and his fingers gingerly touched his cheek. He looked back up at me, his eyes holding sadness and pain which just caused a bit of guilt to set in. Great. Because I always need more of that.

“Jack, you don’t need to push me away, I’m not going to stab you in the back.” He said.
“Why not?” I snapped, turning on him, “I’ve given you every reason to.”

He sighed and touched my arm, I could see the discoloration in his cheek.

“You just have to trust that I won’t.”
“I can’t.” I replied.
“Why not?”

Why not? Because the one time I let my guard down, I was betrayed and it destroyed me. I pushed away painful memories and looked him square in the eye.

“Because the second you have the ability to overtake me you will. I know you Alex, you’re strong and you have a fighting spirit. If you had the chance to kill me, and for me to stay dead, you would take it.”

Alex looked at me like he wanted to deny it, he knew it was true. He opened his mouth but I didn’t give him a chance to speak,

“You are talking to the king of liars. Do not think for one second that I will not know when you bluff.” I snarled.
“Well then I guess there’s no use in us playing poker.” He grimaced.
“Don’t be such a smart ass.” I said through bared teeth.

The screams grew louder for a moment but I forced on the hurt and the anger in my slave’s eyes.

“I will be a smart ass.” He stated.

Without even thinking, I slapped him with enough force to send him to the ground.

“Because if I’m a smart ass-“ He continued.

Anger flushed through my veins. How dare he speak to me that way?

I kicked him hard enough to send him back a few inches.

“It’ll piss you off.” He grinned up at me, his teeth stained red from the blood in his mouth.
“If you piss me off, I’ll beat you. You know that. So why do it?” I asked, resting my heel on his hand.

I’d shatter every bone and he knew it. He looked up at me with a stupid smirk on his face and I almost put my weight down just for that expression, but I decided to go ahead and let him say the thing he’d just drawn his breath for.

“Because pissing you off is worth it.” He replied, narrowing his eyes.

I grinned darkly as I put my weight down, feeling and hearing every bone shatter beneath my foot. He cried out but he didn’t try to retract his hand. The bastard was stubborn but brave. I didn’t let my foot up until I felt every last bone snap. When I removed my foot, I saw that his hand was bloody and black with fingers bending in directions that they shouldn’t be bending. He grasped his wrist and glared up at me.

“Happy now? I’ll never be able to use it again.” He snarled through gritted teeth.
“Yes you will, you’ll heal remember?” I replied, crouching in front of him. “You just have to give your body a little more…” I grasped his wrist and moved my other hand over all his fingers… “Incentive” I said as I straightened out his fingers.

He shouted but again, he didn’t try to pull away. I stood and whipped the blood off on my pants. Within five seconds, he was wincing and had balled his other hand in a fist, proving that his hand had started to heal.

I was actually quite happy to find he was an angel. For one, he was extremely rare. And two, it also meant he could stand more. If I was beating him, even though I can’t lose all control because that would kill him, I didn’t have to be as gentle as I would if he had been human. He gasped before visibly relaxing and gingerly bending and straightening his fingers.

“You’re an asshole you know that?” He mumbled, inspecting it.
“Proud to be one, you’re a smart ass you know that?” I replied.
“Proud to be one.” He responded, glaring up at me. I chuckled.
“Now for your punishment-“
“For my punishment? What was that just now then?” He asked, lifting his shirt and pointing at the bruises on his stomach.

I licked my lips and had to physically restrain myself from taking him again, I didn’t know if he’d be able to handle it if I did.

“That was just for pissing me off. I’ve had it with you. I’m sick and tired of you making me angry and contradicting everything I say. You should be grateful for treating you the way I do.” I barked.
“Grateful?” He scoffed.
“Yes, grateful.” I snapped, grabbing his collar and yanking up up a good five inches off the floor. “I haven’t forced you to do half the things some demons force their slaves to do.” I snarled.

He narrowed his eyes.

“Please, enlighten me.”
“Okay.” I dropped him, making him stumble. “I haven’t forced you to kill anybody, I haven’t forced you to fuck anybody else, I haven’t forced you to stand in one spot for hours just so that I could watch you collapse from exhaustion, I haven’t starved you, I haven’t killed you, I haven’t tortured you, and that’s just a few things.” I replied. He didn’t say anything but his expression remained hard.

Then I remembered he was an angel so he could withstand a lot more than a human. And since he was probably one of the only angels left…I might as well have some fun with him.

“But never forget that I can do those things and if you don’t start behaving, I will.”

Alex tried to remain tough but the color drained from his face.

“Things are going to be different now.” I snarled.
“Different how?” He looked fearless, despite the lack of color, but his voice didn’t sound fearless.
“You’ll have to do chores but if there’s anything else I need…Taken care of…You’ll be the one who will take care of it.” I said in a very suggestive tone.

This is when he actually started trembling.

“J-Jack I don’t know if I can st-stand-“ He stuttered.

I took a breath and realized that I’d scared him to much. I wanted him frightened but not terrified. I gently put my left hand over his and my vision quickly faded back into color meaning that my ebony eyes had disappeared.

“It’s okay Lex,” I spoke in a soft voice, “I’ll be gentle with you.”

He took a breath but he didn’t relax. To prove my point, I leaned in and gave him a slow, very gentle kiss. He didn’t react much but when I moved my right hand to his neck and gently stroked his skin, he relaxed and kissed back. I moved my left hand’s thumb slowly over his. My lips left him but I kept myself in very close proximity,

“You’ll be okay. In fact, I’m pretty sure you’ll enjoy it.”

He scoffed and looked down. I brought my fingers under his chin and tilted his his back up to face me.

“We’ll start with you.” I murmured, grasping his shirt hem and very slowly pulling it up.

He complied gingerly but he watched every move I made. I put my hand on his shoulder and guided it back so that he lay on the floor. Purple and green spots painted his stomach and chest. I got on my hands and knees and hovered over him, leaning down and kissing every single bruise. I was surprised to find that I actually felt a little guilty for doing this to him… But just a little. Once he realized that I wasn’t going to hurt him again, he relaxed more. After every single mark I’d made on his torso was kissed, I moved my hand down and unzipped his pants. Normally I would’ve just ripped them off but that would’ve scared him so instead I removed them the hard way. Once his pants were off, I was pleased to see he wasn’t wearing any underwear. I smirked up at him and he scoffed but smiled. I kissed the smile right off his face and let the kiss get more heated. I ran my tongue along his bottom lip, asking for entrance and he actually accepted. My tongue met his and instead of fighting, he just let mine massage his. I moved my hand to his dick and stroked it once. He responded instantaneously, growing harder. His teeth encased my bottom lip and I began to stroke again. He took a shuttered breath and I muffled it with my lips. He started breathing harder as I sped up and when I ran my thumb over the slit he threw his head back. I attacked his neck with nips and kisses. He let out a little whimper but quickly stifled it,

“Uh uh, let me hear them. Let me hear you.” I murmured, my lips brushing against his skin.

He didn’t respond with anything but a shuddered breath.

“Lex,” I reprimanded right before running my thumb over his slit again. This time he let a soft moan pass his lips. His voice made my member twitch but this was about him. I’d get myself off in the shower later. I started going even faster, my lips getting a little rougher on his neck. Suddenly he took two quick, deep breaths and let out a moan which could’ve made me come then and there as he released over my hand. I smirked and looked him right in the eye as I licked my hand clean causing him to bite his lip. I moved so I wasn’t over him anymore and gently moved my hands beneath his body, minding his bruises, and carefully lifted him up in my arms. I carried him over to his bed and lay him down before laying the covers over him. His eyes had already closed by the time the blankets were over him so I kissed his forehead before leaving to have a shower and take care of myself to the thought of him.

Notes

Title Cred: No. 1 Party Anthem by Arctic Monkeys

I've said it before and I'll say it again: Blood and fighting in one half of the chapter, smut in the other...Yup sounds like one of my fanfics.