“Mmmm” I moaned, releasing on my hand.

I leaned against the wall, waiting until I trusted my legs to support me. Every time I closed my eyes I could see Lex from a few minutes ago, gasping and moaning as he came and I certainly wasn’t going to deprive myself of that visual so, with my eyes closed I let the water rinse my hand clean.

I grabbed the soap and worked it into a lather trying to think of other things I could get Alex to do. Sex was defiantly on the list.

Don’t worry, I wasn’t planning on hurting him. I was also thinking of making him do laundry too, and maybe I’d get him a bucket of water and make him scrub the kitchen floor. I chuckled and added that to my mental list because sitting and watching him scrub the floor from behind would be very entertaining what with him being on all fours, sweaty and hot from the effort, soap covering his hands and water running down his arms. I'd have to stop thinking like that or I'd get hard again.

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My eyes opened slowly. I groaned and brought my hand up to my head. However once my hand made contact with my skull, I let out a yelp and retracted it quickly. I already sat up and got out of bed before realizing I was naked.

Why the fuck am I naked?

Then I remembered the events of the last night. I almost laughed when I realized that Jack had gone from him beating me to sex in about five minutes. I lazily walked into the bathroom to inspect my body. I was black and blue all over but not all the bruises were necessarily bad. I counted three hickeys on my neck but I had two bruises on my upper torso, my stomach had one about the size of a pancake, there were a few on my wrists, and I had one on my jaw. I shrugged to myself. I’ve had worse.

I took a quick shower, brushed my teeth, and dressed in the usual black skinny jeans and shirt before walking out into the hall and coming face to face with two young women, probably about seventeen. They looked terrified when they saw me but when I gave them a warm smile they visibly relaxed and even smiled back. I skipped down the stairs and sauntered into the kitchen, opening the cabinet which contained bowls and pulled one out.

“Well you’re up late.” Jack murmured from behind me as his arms wrapped around my waist.

I grinned and bit my lip, placing the bowl on the counter and turning around to face Jack.

“Someone wore me out last night.” I winked.

He smirked and brought his lips to my ear,

“Won’t be the last time babe.” He whispered before nibbling on the shell of my ear.

Goosebumps covered my arms and I pressed my body against his. His arms tightened around me and his lips moved down to my neck. I completely relaxed into his touch and wondered how I could melt into him considering how much he hurt me last night.

He was like my drug. I hated it when I was high off him but the addiction was still there and strong as ever. I craved his touch but I hated it all the same. I longed to hear his words but they angered me. I needed his attention and his affection, yet I wanted him to leave me alone. He was a walking paradox to me.

He moved his lips to the other side of my neck and kissed his way up to my jaw before pacing a gentle peck on the bruise that had formed.

“I missed that one last night.” He murmured.

I couldn’t help but let smile. He grinned and pulled back, suddenly I craved his lips again so I got up on my tip toes and pecked his lips before breaking away to grab some cereal.

“Who told you you could leave?” He asked, pulling me back with a sly grin.
“I did.” I replied, poking his chest playfully.
“Oh really?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.

He sounded threatening but I didn’t miss the playful spark in his eyes.

“Yes really.” I cocked my head, narrowing my eyes.
“Well you still need to ask someone in authority.” He winked.

I sighed and leaned away from him, his arms keeping me up.

“Jaaaack can you pleeeease let me go? I’m hungryyy.” I whined.
“Well alright.” He said letting me go, I gasped as I almost fell to the ground but he stopped me.
“You didn’t think I was going to let you fall did you?” He murmured, looking at me through dark lashes.
“The thought crossed my mind.” I admitted.
“Lex, remember. I may drop you, but I won’t ever let you fall.” He said, I detected a deeper meaning in those words.
“I believe you.” I found myself answering.

A soft smile played at his lips and he brought me back upright.

“You know what? Let’s go out for breakfast.” He said.
“Technically it’d be brunch since it’s almost twelve.” I remarked.
“Yeah but I’m the king of Hell. You won’t catch me dead saying something like ‘brunch’.” He joked, grabbing his keys and leading me out.
“If I caught you dead I don’t think I’d catch you saying anything.” I mumbled.
“Shut up and get in the car smartass.” He grinned, swinging himself into the drivers seat.

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We pulled up to a beautiful restaurant which was beachfront. The soft wind brushing against my skin carried the salty smell of the sea to my nose. The sound of the waves crashing and the seagulls calling filled my ears and I couldn’t help but smile. The temperature was perfect, it was that perfect in-between temperature that only happens once in a while.

We could sit inside but the weather was so perfect that we agreed on eating outside. The restaurant wasn’t too crowded but there were people here. I winced at the visual of slaves sitting on the floor before their masters. Only one of them were eating their own meals, usually the masters will just give their slaves their scraps. Some were naked, some were shirtless, but only one other was fully clothed like me. It didn’t come as much of a surprise for me, slaves were rarely fully clothed anyway. I moved to the edge of the pier and placed my hands on the wooden railing, watching the ocean.

“You wait here, I’ll get us a table.” Jack said.

I bit my lip but nodded anyway, he’d still be in sight. The reason for my anxiety is that as a slave, no matter what, you can’t say no to someone. Even if you are somehow able to resist a direct command, you are still obligated to do as you’re told, unless of course your master is there. Slaves have to completely rely on their masters to protect them as we can’t do anything to defend ourselves. If I were to be approached, I wouldn’t be able to do a thing about it. I sighed but my breath was caught in the wind.

An arm was placed around my waist. I jumped because without even looking, I knew it wasn’t Jack. Jack feels different. He feels stronger, more dangerous, and just more powerful. Jack could gently rest his hand on mine but I’d still be able to feel his strength. I whipped my head around to see a demon who was just a few inches taller than me. He had blond hair, a tan, and a strong jawline. He was pretty attractive but he couldn’t hold a candle to Jack. This guy was sexy, but Jack held such a dark beauty. He made evil look beautiful and I hadn’t known that was possible until I’d met him.

“Hey sexy what’s your name?” He asked.

I almost answered but I bit my tongue hard.

“Get your arm the fuck off me, my master will be back.” I spat knowing full well he could beat me to death just for saying that.

He smirked, apparently liking the challenge.

“That’s a strange name. But at any rate, your master isn’t here now.”
“When he is, he’ll beat the shit out of you.” I threatened but inside I cried out for Jack.

I screamed for my master inside my own skull as if he could hear me.

“I can handle myself.” He replied, drawing himself up.
“Not against him.” I smirked.

He moved in dangerously close and brought his lips to my neck,

“I won’t take your word for it, anyway with a slave as sexy as you, he’s got to share.” He spoke before kissing it.

“No I won’t share.” An outraged voice growled from behind us.

I felt relieved at first as we spun around to see Jack with ebony eyes and clenched fists, but then judging by the glare he was giving the man, I realized what Jack was probably planning on doing to him. I jumped in front of the man and shielded him with my body. He may have been a dick but I didn’t wish that pain on anybody.

“Jack, no.” I said.
“Jack?” The man asked in a fearful tone.

The expression on Jack’s face was more than hate. It was absolute loathing. I’d never seen him look this angry and that's saying something.

“Ethan.” Jack spat.
“Wait you know each other?” I asked, looking at the blond man who I figured it was pretty safe to assume was Ethan.

“Shut up Alex and get out of the way.” Jack snarled, not taking his eyes off of him.
“No Jack, please don’t.” I begged, by now we’d gotten the attention of the whole pier.

I dared step forward, closer to Jack.

“Alex.” Jack warned, I noticed how he didn’t call me Lex which further proved he was not fucking around.
“Please don’t, Jack” I murmured, stepping closer.

Jack didn’t answer.

“Hey look at me.” I said, touching his arm.

His skin was hot as if he had a fever.

“Jay, look at me.” I murmured.

The use of that nickname broke him out of whatever he was thinking.

“Please.” I whispered

Jack looked at me for about four seconds then his head snapped up at Ethan, he lunged forward and attacked him, dealing punch after punch. I tried to stop him but that was like an ant trying to push a house off it’s foundation. For a moment I thought Jack was going to beat Ethan to death but the he stopped.

“You are so lucky this is all you’re getting. If I ever see you again, I won’t spare my slave the visual of you in the Forth Quarter.” He spat before jumping off of Ethan.

Ethan dragged himself up off the floor and quickly limped away. I looked at Jack who had drawn himself up. He glanced at a horrified looking waitress.

“We’ll take our table now.” Jack said in a cool voice.

She nodded with wide eyes and lead us to a table that was right at the edge of the pier, it looked like it was the nicest table they had. The demons eventually stopped looking at us as she handed him a menu.

“Thank you.” I mumbled to him after she'd left. He shrugged and I let it drop. I didn’t want to push him so far he’d lash out just to prove a point.

“Can I start you off with anything to drink?” The waitress asked, looking at Jack timidly.
“Yes I’ll have some iced tea and what do you want?” He asked looking at me.

I didn’t miss the look of surprise on the woman’s face but she didn’t say anything.

“Just some water with lemon please.” I said in a quite voice.
“Can you also get us another menu? He’s eating too.”

Again, I didn’t miss the astonished look on her face. But she nodded and walked and returned quickly with the drinks. I looked down at the menu then realized a dietary restriction I had. Even though I was an angel, I had still thought I was human my whole life and a part of me still considered myself part of human and well, I wasn’t too fond on eating my own kind.

“Um Jack?” I asked, my voice still quiet.
“Yes?” He asked, flipping to the back.
“Do they have anything… Not human?” I asked with a grimace.
“In the back, I don’t eat it either.” He said, not taking his eyes off of it.
“You don’t?” I asked, turning the four pages.
“Nah it’s too much like lamb and I don’t like lamb.” Jack said.

I looked down the list of food and decided I’d get a fruit parfait. The waitress came back asking if we were ready to order. Jack ordered Baked Eggs en Cocotte with Basil and when I ordered, Jack instructed her to put a plate of bacon on the side.

“Bacon?” I asked once she’d left.
“You need to put on weight,” He leaned in and lowered his voice “Once you turn twenty, you’re body will start the transition.”
“What transition?” I asked.
“Into a full grown angel.” He replied.

His face was neutral but his eyes gave off a sick sense of pride, like he was proud that I was his slave because my kind was rare.

“What exactly does that include?” I asked.

Jack leaned back when the waitress arrived with our food. She asked us if there was anything else we needed and once she left, Jack leaned in again.

“The day after you turn twenty, for a full twenty four hours, you’ll get a fever, intense migraines, and you’ll most likely vomit while experiencing excruciating pain in your back as your feathers begin to emerge. Eventually, the bones in your spine and ribcage will shift as the new appendages grow out of your back.” Jack explained.

My palms started sweating when realizing what I’m in for.

“W-what’s all that for?” I asked.
“Your wings, Lex.” He smiled.
“My wings?”
“Well considering something is going to be growing out of your back, I can’t imagine it’ll feel too good.” He chuckled but I didn’t find myself even smiling. “Jesus Alex you’ll be fine. Billions of angels have survived this.”
“What do you mean survived?” I asked.

Jack put his fork down.

“Well, in some cases, it’s very rare, but the wings grow backwards into the heart and come out the chest.” He explained.

I gulped and I’m pretty sure I stopped breathing.

“Easy Lex, it’s extremely rare. I’ve only seen it happen twice and there were billions of angels in existence. You’ll be okay. It’s about a one in seven billion chance.”
“There was only a one in eight billion chance I’d wind up with you as my master and yet I was that one.” I replied quietly.
“Well because of that, the odds of you being a one in anything ever again are even smaller.” He reasoned but it didn’t comfort me.

I looked down at my plate but I’d lost all my appetite. Jack gave me a warning look and I went ahead and choked down the food anyway.

“When is your birthday anyway?” He asked.

I gulped before answering.

“Two days.”

Notes

Title Cred: You Be The Anchor That Keeps My Feet On The Ground, I'll Be The Wings That Keep Your Heart In The Clouds by Mayday Parade


since I haven't updated any of my stories in 1000000000000000 years I decided to make this one longer. Part of the reason the updates are taking so long is because I'm working on some oneshots ~ don't worry, they'll be smutty ;) ~