Ho-ly fuck was that hot. I needed to get Alex drunk more often; I had no idea he’d get that vocal while intoxicated.

Watching him come was so hot I actually already had another hard on. But I knew I couldn’t make Alex go for another round because he was so obviously exhausted what with falling asleep about ten seconds after we’d finished. I stroked myself in the shower, replaying the events that had just occurred. Alex’s voice rang in my ears, moaning and begging for more. Before I knew it, I’d come for the third time that day. I stepped out of the shower after I washed myself and got dressed because I really needed a drink and besides, it was only eleven so it wasn’t that late. I checked on Alex one more time before slipping out of the room.

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I was sore, yes, but I was so relaxed. I opened my eyes and it only took me three seconds to notice that Jack wasn’t here. I turned my head and squinted at the alarm clock which read,

11:56

I groaned as I sat up and gingerly put weight on my feet. I was still very drunk. I swayed as I put clothes on, my drunk mind determined to find Jack. I stumbled out of the hotel room and decided to brave the elevator. It was a good thing too because if I had tried the stairs, I probably would’ve fallen down them. I pressed the button for the lobby and when the elevator started making me I fall down. I tried to get back up but I couldn’t until it stopped moving. I crawled out of the elevator and into the lobby. I scrambled back up to my feet when I noticed two demons walking in my direction.

I then realized that I was a slave,

in the middle of a swarm of demons,

with my master and protecter no where in sight,

and no means to defend myself.

I started getting nervous and I tried to act as sober as possible. I walked past them stiffly but they didn’t seem to notice me. I breathed in relief and started wandering around the hotel. I tried to think of places he might go. He probably wouldn’t go to the pool, it was night and at night a swimming pool is basically an orgy fest where people just pass slaves around. He wasn’t the kind of person who would be interested in that. He obviously wasn’t here in the lobby, so the only other place I could think of was the bar. I was relieved to at least have an idea of where he could be, but that was quickly diminished when I realized I had no clue where that was. I bit my lip. This was a big hotel, it didn’t want to run the risk of getting lost.

“Hey,” A female’s voice called.

My head whipped around to face her.

“Do you need help?”

I nodded and approached the desk, walking in a straight line was hard.

“Um my master sss at the bar, but I have nnnodea where is.” I slurred, trusting her more since she was female.

Yeah, yeah, I know that’s sexist. But statistically, men rape people more than women.

“Okay, I’ll walk you. I wouldn’t want you to run into anyone on the way.” She replied with a smile.
“Th-thanyou.” I murmured.

She lead me down a hallway, we made a right, then a left, and then walked down another hallway before reaching the bar. We passed a few demons who gave me hungry gazes and I knew that if she wasn’t here, I’d be in trouble.

“Do you see them?” She asked.

My blurry drunken eyes scanned the crowd but then I noticed Jack sitting at the bar.

“Yes. Thanou Ma’m” I slurred.

She smiled and nodded before turning and walking back to the front desk. I took a breath as I stepped in. I just needed to get to Jack before someone-

“Hey there sexy.”

I winced and turned to face the owner of the voice. There was a fat, short man with a neck beard and glasses. Damn the demon could’ve at least picked an attractive looking vessel, the sight of him alone made me want to throw up.

“I sorrrry, m’ master is-“
“Isn’t here.” He interrupted, “He should know not to leave a slave as beautiful as you alone.” He said, running his hand down my arm.

I cried out for Jack in my head.

“Please, I hav’ to ge to ‘im.” I pleaded.
“Not before I have my fun.” He said, grabbing my arm “Come on.”
“Jack!” I cried out, resisting the urge to obey.

In a flash, the short man had struck me and I lay on the floor, with spinning vision and a pain so severe in my head I thought I’d pass out. I’d underestimated how hard he could hit me. His hands found my shirt collar and he was about to pull me away when-

“Let go of him.” Spoke the only voice that brought clarity to my mind.

I was dropped to the floor, the hard ground knocking the breath out of me. The entire room stared at us.

“Jack.” I whispered, lifting my head to look at him.

He didn’t take his eyes off the man who was now averting his eyes.

“I-I’m sorry Sir, I d-didn’t know.” He stammered.

Jack looked down at me and his expression hardened. I felt blood trickle dangerously close to my eye so I wiped it away. For a moment, I thought he was going to punish me but then he stepped forward and socked the guy in the eye.

“Let’s go Alex.” He muttered.

I was astonished at the fact that he didn’t send the guy to Hell. I tried to follow my master but I was so drunk I had been having trouble standing before the guy hit me, now I could barely crawl. Jack sighed and paced back, picking me up. I closed my eyes and rested my face against his chest as he carried me back up to our room. I was so out of it I didn’t even flinch in the elevator. Jack carried me into the room’s bathroom and set me down on the counter.

“What the fuck were you doing?” He asked, irritated.
“I h-had to f-fi-nd you.” I slurred, swaying slightly.
“Why?” He sighed, getting a washcloth.
“Y-you werennn’t here.”
“Yeah, so?” He asked, wetting it.
“I n-needed to find y-ou!” I exclaimed, getting upset.
“Okay, okay.” He murmured, pressing the washcloth to my eyebrow.
“Why’d you h-hit him?” I asked.
“Because he hit you.” Jack replied simply, wiping away the small trickle of blood.
“Yeah b-but you hit me.” I mumbled.

His jaw clenched and his fist tightened. I bit my lip and looked down, hoping he wouldn’t hurt me. I was just so tired. I watched him take a deep breath.

“If I want you to be hit, I’ll do it. If I want you disciplined, I’ll discipline you. No one else, you don’t belong to them, you belong to me.” He said in a stern voice.

I nodded, I couldn’t help a tear skidding down my face. Like I said before, I was tired, but not just physically. I was tired of never knowing if I’ll make it to tomorrow, tired of being pushed around, being treated like an object, being stepped on, just being afraid. Fear clawed at my chest and I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. I was like all of a sudden the world was crashing down on me.

“Okay.” I whispered, my eyes locking on a swirl in the marble on the counter.

My fists on the edge of the counter top tightened, I felt like my mind was pealing away. Another tear flew down my cheeks. I wiped it away quickly.

“Lex.” Jack spoke in a very gentle voice.

My grip tightened and my breathing quickened.

“Lex.” He whispered, tilting my chin up to look at him.

I shrunk back, visualizing him hitting me, slamming me into the mirror, shattering the glass or yelling at me and his harsh voice filling my ears.

“What is it?” He asked softly.

Tears started flying down my cheeks.

“I-I’m-” I gasped, my eyes darting around, it felt like every molecule in the room was staring at me, like everything was trying to attack me.

“It-it’s-“
“Alex breath.” Jack murmured, bringing his hand up to my cheek.

I flinched hard but he didn’t retract his hand. My breathing turned into hyperventilation. I thought back to every time I’d been threatened which had pretty much been every single day of my life. It all suddenly came crashing down on me as the tears grew more and more steady. I didn’t want to fall apart in front of Jack, I didn’t want him to see how weak I was but I couldn’t hold this back.

“I-I can’t. I can’t do it anymore.” I whispered fearfully, my hands moving into my hair.

Jack’s hand left my cheek as I leaned forward with my back to the ceiling.

“Alex talk to me. What is it?” He asked, his hand rubbing my back but all I could think of was him sending a knife into it.

My hands tightened in my hair.

“I-I’m” I sat up quickly and took a breath, sitting up.

Once I was sure I could talk without sobbing, I spoke.

“I’m s-so scared.” I whispered, even more tears falling.
“Of what?” He asked.
“Everything! I-I’m just. It’s everything. I just can’t-.” I took a breath, “My entire life, I’ve been in danger. I’ve never felt safe or secure once. Everyone is just waiting for me to become vulnerable so they can take advantage of me or kill me or hurt me and now I’ve found out that I’m an archangel and if anyone found out I’d be… and it’s just-“ I gasped, a sob racking my body.
“Isolating, lonely, terrifying, like everything is waiting to see you fall.”

I nodded, my lip quivering. Jack pulled me into his chest and hugged me tight.

“You can do it Lex. I know it must be scary enough being a slave, never mind a hunted one if people found out you’re not just an angel but an archangel, but you are strong enough.”
“How can you know?” I asked.
“I just do.” He replied stiffly.

I pushed him off and jumped up.

“No! No that’s not enough this time!” I sobbed, “This is my everything we’re talking about! My body, my sanity, my…My everything! How can you possibly know I’m strong enough to live life knowing that at any fucking moment, someone could figure it out and kill me?” I nearly screamed, hot tears falling and my hands in my hair.

Jack’s face hardened and his fists clenched. I could tell it was taking everything he had not to beat the shit out of me but in that moment, I didn’t care.

“Alex, trust me. You are strong enough.” He whispered.
“TRUST YOU? HOW CAN I TRUST YOU?” I screamed, “All you have ever done is bring me danger and pain. Yeah, you’ve saved my life before but only from dangers you put me in! I wouldn’t trust you with a penny, never mind my life!”
“Alex, okay baby I need you to listen to me. Do you remember when I was making you the elixir before your transition and you asked me how I know so much about angel stuff? Didn’t you wonder how I knew Amitell?” He asked.

I nodded skeptically.

“I was born during the great wars between Heaven and Hell. My parents provided shelter for injured or transitioning angels and they would come to us to transition because Heaven wasn’t safe anymore. I learned a lot about angels and how you function. I also learned that your physical and mental threshold for pain and stress is a lot higher than a normal human’s which probably explains why you don’t have PTSD from all the traumatic experiences you’ve had. When my parents were killed, I was seventeen. I had enough knowledge to continue helping the angels. Amitell was the leader of a battalion and one day he came in almost dead and I saved his life, that’s how I met him. Alex, ever since I was born, all I’d seen was death and pain and blood and hurt. My own mother gave birth to me next to the dying and injured angels. No child should grow up in a battle zone. We constantly were under attack and every night I would go to sleep in a damp bed because of the blood. I told you that my parents were burned at the stake for suspected witchcraft…Well that’s only partially true. They were killed by a band of demons because they were helping the angels. Something just snapped in me when I watched my parents burn from behind the trees. Ever since, I’d heard that voice in my head telling me to do horrible things. I resisted if for a while but eventually I gave in and leaked information to the demons and they came in and killed every last angel in my house. After that, I didn’t give a shit anymore and I spent the rest of my life causing as much pain and misery and destruction as humanly possible. Then I died and well you know the rest.”
“Wait. So why are you and Amitell still…Friends?” I asked.
“Because when I told the demons about the angels in my house, I made sure I got Amitell out. He was the one who helped me resist the voices at first. He was my only friend and when I went off the rails, he was convinced it wasn’t my fault. When I emerged from Hell as a demon, he was the first one I saw. He could’ve sent me right back to hell, but he didn’t.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“I saved his life once before so he spared mine.” He replied, “When I told him that I needed help with a transitioning angel, you, he was overjoyed. He said that there was still some good in me.” Jack shrugged, “I’ve gone off on a tangent, the point is, you can do this and I know you can because you’re an archangel. And let me tell you, it takes a lot to take one of you guys down.” He let out a laugh and I found myself smiling too.

Maybe I can do it.

“And Alex. I-I can’t promise you’re safe with me. I can almost guarantee I’ll hurt you again, but I can promise that you won’t be killed. I won’t kill you and I won’t let anyone else. I’ve made that promise before but I know the pain that accompanies breaking it.” He said.
“Okay.” I whispered.
“Come here.” Jack murmured as he scooped me up in his arms again and carried me over to the bed where he stripped us down to our boxers and lay next to me.

His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me close and placing a kiss on my neck.

“You’re safe, Lex. Sleep knowing that.”

And I did.

Notes

Title cred: Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift.

Incase you were wondering why lex doesn't have PTSD because of his past, it's because it's an angel thing.

Also yay fluff!!