We'll Let The Fires Just Bathe Us

I opened my eyes and immediately grimaced. In twenty-four hours I’d have the immense pleasure of transitioning. I sighed and got ready as I normally do before jogging down the stairs.

“Lex! Good you’re up, you need to start preparing.” Jack greeted.
“Preparing?” I asked.

Jack turned his head and spotted a valet who looked about twenty.

“You!” He said.

I swear he jumped five feet.

“Here.” He pointed to a spot in front of his feet.

The young man stiffened but he did as he was told. Jack looked up and winked at me before moving his gaze of the boy in front of him. Jack took his hand and ran it down the boy’s neck, I watched as he struggled not to flinch away.

“I want you,” He spoke very slowly and quietly, “To strip Alex’s bed, put a rubber cover over the mattress, then over that, a new set of sheets.”

He then brought his hand to the boy’s chin and tilted it up, the terror in his eyes made me speak up.

“Jack, you’re scaring him.” I protested.
“Good.” He snarled, not taking his eyes away from the boy.
“What is wrong with you?” I asked, really it was a rhetorical question as there were many things wrong with him.

He cast the boy aside, he scrambled away quickly, and rounded on me.

“You know there are plenty of things, take your pick.” He seethed.
“I don’t meant that…I mean you haven’t really…Well…” I trailed off but he knew what I meant.

Slaves are used for coping. We provide distractions and outlets to all the pent up rage inside a demon. The king of hell has to have the rage of a demon except one hundred times that. I had wondered why he wasn’t abusing me as much as I knew other demons do. Well looks like I know now.

“You mean I haven’t to you.” He replied, “Why do you think the staff are so afraid? Why do you think that every time I walk into a room, they scurry away like rats?”
“Then why don’t you do that to me?” I asked.

He smiled and ran his fingers down my jawline.

“You’re too perfect. You’re untouched. You have refused to be scarred by the world’s weapons and I think that’s beautiful. I think you’re beautiful.”
“I don’t care how beautiful I am, don’t hurt anyone else.” I stated.

I almost laughed because I’d literally just ordered him to do something.

“You know I can’t do that, Lex.” He smirked. “I’ve got to have some outlet.”

I really didn’t want to do this to myself, but if I continued to let him hurt others just because I wasn’t brave enough to handle him, then I wouldn’t be able to look myself in the mirror.

“Then do it to me.” I whispered.

Jack laughed and shook his head.

“No, that’d ruin you.”
“You said it yourself, I’m an angel. Full grown after tomorrow, I’ll be able to handle a lot more.” I reasoned.

He narrowed his eyes.

“You understand I can’t unleash it all on you. Even heaven’s mightiest angel couldn’t stand it.” He said.
“Then it won’t be just me. We’ll find you a hobby-“
“You really think stamp collecting is going to help?” He interrupted.
“No you dumbass.” I rolled my eyes, “Painting however.”
“Lex I can’t paint.” He said.
“Really? It’s a fairly easy concept. You just put to paint on the brush and-“
“Don’t be such a smartass.” He interrupted again. “How could you expect me to paint something beautiful?”
“It doesn’t need to be beautiful. In the camp, we’d make red and back paint out of clay and charcoal and we’d smear it on the walls whenever and wherever we could. It was messy, it was ugly, and it was occasionally gruesome when we couldn’t get clay and had to substitute with blood. It was horrible and was love doing it so much because it was a way for us to show how much pain we were in. The painting doesn’t have to be beautiful because it’s inspiration rarely is.” I said.

Jack narrowed his eyes but smiled.

“Alright fine. We’ll go out and get whatever you think I’d need.” He said.

A smile formed on my face but then he leaned in closer.

“Don’t expect that art will keep me controlled.” He growled.
“Whatever it is, do it to me. Nobody else.” I replied, looking up into his eyes.

There was something in them that I just couldn’t put my finger on. I’d seen it before, many times. It was something that was staring me right in the face but I just couldn’t label it.

“You sure about that?” He asked.
“Absolutely.” I replied.
“Let’s start now.” He growled, grabbing my arm and dragging me up the stairs into his room.

I’d never been there before. It was bigger than mine but the overall design was pretty similar except my room had red and his had grey. He threw me onto the bed, and climbed on top of me, attaching our lips. His body pressed down against mine and I could already feel my jeans getting tighter. He bit my bottom lip as he retracted to rip our shirts off. Once that was done, we connected again as he fumbled with my pants. I lifted my lower body up so he could pull my pants off and I undid his buckle quickly.

“I’m gonna ruin you.” He smirked down at me.

I groaned at his words, growing impatient and flipping him over, kissing down his chest.

“I owe you.” I said before pulling his black boxer briefs off.

I gave him a devilish smirk before licking a stripe up his shaft, then swirling my tongue around the top.

“F-fuck” He threw his head back and I slowly inched him into my mouth.

It wasn’t like I couldn’t take it, it was that I was revealing in the fact that he was bucking his hips up, trying to get farther in. Once I’d reached the base, I sucked as hard as I could but I moved at an incredibly slow pace.

“Lex go faster or I swear to god.” He threatened.

I pulled off the top and looked up at him,

“You’ll what?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

He practically growled as he sat up and flipped us over. He looked me dead in the eye as he wetted two fingers.

“I’m going to destroy you.” He seethed, pushing one in.

It didn’t take me long to adjust so he pushed in a second. I winced and his movements became more gentle. He curled his fingers and-

“Sh-shit.” I whispered, getting chills.

His fingers grazed over that spot several times making me grip the sheets and arch my back. Suddenly the feeling was gone which just made me want it more. I craved to be filled again. I pouted and looked up at Jack who was lining himself up.

“W-wait. N-no third?” I asked.
“You don’t deserve a third.” He hissed before pushing in.

I tensed up so he pressed his body against mine again and kissed my neck, trying to distract me. I bit his shoulder as I adjusted to his size. Eventually the sharp sting faded into a dull ache.

“Okay.” I confirmed, my voice a little higher than I’d like.

He was slow at first but then he angled his hips slightly to the left and I cried out. Without a moment’s hesitation, he snapped his hips forward making me see stars. I moaned and ran my nails down his back as he went at a merciless pace.

“Shit, Lex” He groaned.

We went like this for a few moments, me in bit biting, toe curling, groaning ecstasy, but then Jack pulled out and flipped me over before going back in. I moaned into the mattress and he gripped my shoulders, slamming into me but I wasn’t complaining. I pushed myself up so that my back was at his chest. His hands adjusted so one was around my torso and the other was tilting my face to the side so he could kiss me.

“J-Jack I’m-“ I gasped.
“No. You will not come, not yet.” He ordered.

I panted, wondering how I could hold off. Jack sped up his pace even faster and I almost tilted, but not quite. Then he started slowing down. I was so caught up in my need that it took me a moment to realize he’d already released. He pulled out and flipped me under him.

“What do you want me to do?” He asked, narrowing his eyes.
“Please.” I whimpered.
“Uh uh, say it.” He commanded.

I was too desperate to be stubborn.

“Jack please, please I need it.” I said.
“More detail.” He growled, his hands dancing all over me but the only place he wasn’t touching was the place I needed him most.
“Jack please I need you inside me hard and fast make me come.” I panted.

His lips tilted into a twisted smile and before I knew it, he was inside me going just as I’d asked, fast and hard. I let out a choked cry as my orgasm hit me like a wall of bricks. My nails ran down his back as I let out a loud groan. Jack road me through it before collapsing next to me.

“Hey Alex?”
“Hmm?” I replied, still recovering.
“Happy birthday.” He smiled.

I turned my head to look at him before we both burst out laughing.

“Come on you sexy shit, we’re showering.” He grinned.

We didn’t do much in the shower besides wash each other…Okay I might’ve given him a blow job but that was only because I didn’t exactly finish him earlier.

Once we were out, Jack lead me to the kitchen and instructed me to go to the fridge in the garage.

“Get the jar of blood with the blue top. Not the red top, the blue top. The red will kill you. Anyway, blood with the blue top, bring the bag of bones in the freezer, and also the jar with a purple top. It’s got a clearish gooey liquid inside.” He explained.

I wondered what he was up to but I did as he said, making sure to get the blue topped jar. When I came back I saw Jack with a blender.

“What is that for?” I asked, setting the ingredients on the counter.
“We’re making you a smoothie.” He replied, hooking it up.
“What?” I asked.

He didn’t expect me to drink a smoothie of blood, bones and goo…Did he?

“Relax I’m not doing this for my own sick enjoyment,” He said, pouring the jar of blood into the blender, “though I will probably enjoy it.” He spoke, looking at the leftover liquid on the inside like it was the most fascinating thing. “…Anyway it’s like a protein shake for angels. It’ll make transitioning easier.” He replied.

“How do you know all of this?” I asked.

His jaw hardened and suddenly the glass jar shattered in his hand.

Okay. That’s a no no zone.

I grabbed a broom and started sweeping up as Jack ran his hand under the tap.

“I just do.” He said through gritted teeth.

An awkward silence hang in the air and I was desperate to break it.

“Who’s bones are those?” I asked as he dropped the bones in.
“Demon.” He replied shortly.

He scooped three spoons of the goo in.

“What’s that?”
“You just can’t fucking shut up can you?” He snapped.

I bit my lip nervously and he sighed.

“Believe me, you don’t want to know.” He said, putting the top on and blending it.

He got a glass and poured it in. It was red and milky and it smelled disgusting.

“You can’t throw this up. You have to keep it down.” Jack said.
“What’ll happen if I don’t?” I asked, wrinkling my nose as he handed me the glass.
“You’ll throw up not just the drink, but also your stomach.”
“Then why am I drinking it in the first place?” I asked.
“This, is what keeps the percentage of dying low. If you don’t drink this, you’ll only have a 50/50 chance.” He replied.

I raised the glass to my lips and grimaced. It smelled horrible and I’ve smelled some bad stuff from infected wounds, to decaying bodies, to burning corpses, you name it. I held my nose, shut my eyes tight, and downed it fast. It tasted about four hundred times worse than it smelled. Picture old, rotten beef left in the sun all day, then blended together with spoiled milk and rotten eggs, then drinking it, throwing it up, then drinking it again and that might come a little bit close to how bad this was. I ran over to the sink after swallowing just incase if came back up.

“Come on, Lex you can do it.” He encouraged.

I knew it wasn’t really for my sake but I went ahead and took the encouragement anyway.

“Water.” I gasped.

Before I knew it I had water in my hand and I gulped that down. I panted but it stayed down.

“Fuck that’s bad.” I said, repulsed, “I’m going to go brush my teeth…twenty times.”

Notes

Title cred: Angels by Mayday Parade


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