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deaddemondonteat · 8 months

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What happens when a very drunk Kotarou decides to get handsy with his demon?

CW: Noncon, forced to orgasm, forced intimacy, intimate whumper, overstim, gentle caring loving sex that one person does not want!, vaginal sex, squirting Words: 2253 Characters: Aziphem and Kotarou

The angel was drunk again.

Aziphem defensively curled his tail around his legs, cautiously watching Kotarou from the bed he was tied to. He has never liked drunks, they were unpredictable and unpredictable people terrified him.

Of course, he had dealt with the drunk angel before. Kotarou had been handsy, forcing him to sit still while he brushed and braided his hair. It was almost scarier to be gently caressed and called sweet names than it was to be beaten. The false affection begged for further intimacy, which he had no intention of giving.

Not that he had any choice, tied to the bed and coming off that afternoon's sedatives. No, Aziphem was painfully aware of just how vulnerable he was, a feeling only compounded when Kotarou moved from the doorway to sit beside him on the bed.

“You know- you truly are fascinating to look at.” He murmured, resting a hand on his thigh. Fascinating was nothing new, usually used when looking at test results or when slicing open his chest to reveal his organs. Now the angel’s gaze rested uncomfortably between Aziphem’s legs.

“Get the fuck away- haven’t I had enough?” The words choked slightly in Aziphem’s throat, forcing him to look away. There it was again, the desire for intimacy he didn’t want, plastered across the angel’s calm face.

“No you have had a long day haven’t you? You were so good for me when the medicine kicked in, you deserve a reward for that.”

Of course he had been ‘good’ when the medication kicked in, it dazed him to the point he wasn’t exactly sure what was going on until the scalpel had started digging under his claw. Three fingers wrapped in bandages and he could barely remember what had been done.

“Then just leave me alone. Please-” He threw in the please, knowing how much Kotarou loved to hear him say it. The angel always loved to critique his manners.

“Mmm leave you alone? After you were so good to me?”

“Please, just leave me alone.”

“I don’t want you alone. I would much rather be with you while you’re being so well behaved~”

Aziphem forced his eyes away from the angel as he stretched out beside him, laying on his side and running his fingers down the demon’s torso. It’s ok. Kotarou wouldn’t do anything more than touch him.

He would still touch him though, the fingers running across Aziphem’s chest scars.

“Was the double mastectomy performed while you were alive?”

“No.” Short answers, give no unneeded information but do not invite punishment. As much as he averted his gaze his third eye betrayed him, affixed to the angel in terror as the fingers slid from the scar tissue down his chest.

“Fascinating. A product of the demonic transformation? I wonder why the rest of you didn’t change.” The probing fingers rested on Aziphem’s hips, running across the soft curly hair that lightly covered him.

“I- I don’t know- please- please don’t-”

The words were cut off as Kotarou gently splayed open his pussy, adjusting to examine it. Instead of his normal clinical neutrality, a slight amusement hung on his lips like the thick licorice scent of the absinthe he had gotten drunk on.

“And you were on testosterone for…?”

Aziphem simply shook his head, unable to speak. This wasn’t the first time the angel had touched him there, he shouldn’t be so shy. But every other time had been in a sterile lab, with gloves and instruments meant to examine. Tied to Kotarou’s guest bed and with the angel rubbing his bare finger gently along his enlarged clit, this could only be described as intimate.

If he wasn’t a prisoner, it could have even been described as loving.

“Please angel- you know everything about me already. You don’t need to look at me.”

“I don’t need to. I want to.”

The shifting of the bed plunged Aziphem’s heart into rapid motion, pounding against his chest as Kotarou changed position. He couldn’t look, he didn’t want to see the angel smirking down at him from above. He could feel his hands adjusting beside him, the sheets dipping and bed tilting slightly.

Kotarou had never fucked him before. What changed? Aziphem wracked his brain for anything he might have done to cause this. Was it just the angel being drunk? His head was still addled from the drugs, thoughts both firing off rapidly and sticking to his brain like bugs in amber.

Maybe he would just look?

No. No Aziphem could never be so lucky.

The weight shifted, followed by the slight sound of a zipper coming undone. Aziphem couldn’t breath, clenching his eyes shut and pulling his knees as tightly together as he could. Not that it did anything for him, the angel easily pried his legs apart, kneeling and resting his cock on the demon’s entrance. This was happening, he had a new abuser. Kotarou was not safe anymore.

“I need you to relax.”

No. No he didn’t want to make this any easier on the angel. Aziphem shook his head violently.

“Come on, I want to make this good for you.” There was the slight squirting sound of a bottle and cold gel dripped onto Aziphem’s pussy, forcing him to whine slightly. “I promise, you’ll feel good. I want to see you enjoy this.”

At least lube made it easier. Kotarou was longer than Haziel, pressing in and filling Aziphem with the familiar cramping feeling of his cervix being hit. But with the pain was a warm pleasure as the angel rubbed his cool fingers across the demon’s clit, massaging the sensitive growth as he pushed in.

“See? I’m not hurting you. You can relax.” Kotarou cooed softly, matching his thrusts to the circles he made on Aziphem’s clit, moaning slightly as the demon tightened. “Doesn’t that feel so good? You can make noise, I won’t hurt you.”

Aziphem did not want to make noise; he did not want to make any single whimper, moan, or sob that pushed against his lips and threatened to escape. He was not going to let the angel get the satisfaction of knowing that with every thrust, his body was betraying him. Caving in to the sensation. Aching in a way that almost felt like an itch but he did not want to scratch,

Enjoying it. He was enjoying it.

No he was not enjoying it. The angel was touching him in a way that aroused sensitive nerves, he did not LIKE this. In fact, he wanted it to stop more than he wanted Haziel to stop hurting him when the angel forced his gun inside of him.

But it felt good.

The warm golden feeling inside him spread from his pussy, yanking on his stomach with every thrust the angel made. The gentle touch, the strong but only slightly painful strokes. His body was caving and he couldn’t control his toes curling or his back arching.

“A–ah– please–” He moaned slightly, the sensation growing to the point of discomfort as the angel kept pace, massaging his clit with his thumb as he thrust inside him. “Angel please I don’t want this-”

“Shhhh yes you do my sweet little thing.” Kotarou whispered, moving his hand to stroke Aziphem’s stomach before returning it to his clit. “You got so wet for me, I knew you wanted this. You can tell me the truth, you like this. You need this.”

He wouldn’t cry, he refused to. Even if the tears threatened Aziphem’s lashes, he bit them back and forced himself to breathe. He wouldn’t cry. Not over this.

“I want to see you orgasm little demon, and I want to hear my name.”

No. Fuck you, he was not going to moan that filthy fucking angel’s name. Aziphem shook his head, trying to yank his legs away only to have them pulled out and his hips tilted up, letting the angel thrust with gravity and ram himself harder against his cervix. Even if his body ached, cramps shooting out to his hips, the burning uncontrollable swell only grew.

He barely heard the first cry as is escaped him, a harsh whine turned to a sob. It was soft, but loud enough to bring a moan to Kotarou’s lips.

“My name little demon. Say it.”

Aziphem couldn’t say much of anything, only able to mumble out garbled cries as his body went limp, then tightened. His muscles pushed back, pressure building and holding inside his abdomen until it was painful. Stars danced in his vision and he threw his head back, whimpering only broken by the sharp panting breaths he took to keep himself from throwing up.

“Kotarou please-”

And the floodgates opened, wailing and screaming as Kotarou lifted his hips and pinned him to the ground with his thrusts. Aziphem’s lower body went wet, causing the angel to pull out suddenly and let the rest squirt out of him onto the cool cotton sheets.

Pathetic, how else could Aziphem describe himself as he yanked his legs as far as the restraints would allow him to curl in on himself? Laying in his own mess, humiliation only tempered by the momentary reprieve, he broke under Kotarou’s gentle touch on his thighs.

“How fascinating-” Two fingers spread him open, thumb once again on his clit. Aziphem shivered, pulling away only to be gripped in Kotarou’s free hand. “I knew you wanted that. But I want to finish, can you handle that?”

“N—no no please– isn’t this enough- I can’t– ah–” Aziphem let out a little cry as the fingers were pulled out, replaced as Kotarou slid his head back in, pausing to rub gently against his entrance before pushing fully in.

“Shhhh, it’s ok. You can handle a little more.”

Everything was swollen, not in the red and angry way that Haziel would make him. Instead every motion Kotarou made brought little whimpers to Aziphem’s mouth. He was so fucking sensitive.

“I need you to relax for me.”

He hadn’t even noticed that he was tightening, clenching his body to prevent the angel from thrusting to his full depth. Aziphem shook his head, whining and whimpering as the thrusts got rougher.

“Relax or this is going to get a whole lot harder for you.”

How could this get worse? Every time the angel rocked his hips he was met with a wave of uncontrollable – sensation filling his lower body. It wasn’t pain, he could handle pain. This was overwhelming and body numbing

Pleasure. This was pleasure and it made him want to puke. But with an empty stomach all he could do was sob into Kotarou’s arms as the angel pressed their hips together.

“Shhhh- it’s ok little demon.” The arm moved, caressing his face and wiping away the budding tears. He hated himself for how he leaned into the touch, how he clung to it for safety as the body it attached to ravished him.

Aziphem’s hot wet squirt covered the bed underneath him, leaking out each time Kotarou pulled out only to slam back in. The angel was losing himself, moaning in pleasure each time his tip pressed against Aziphem’s cervix. It had to be over soon, he pushed his face into Kotarou’s chest, sobbing into his shirt. For a moment, he was held in those arms, wrapping around him and making him safe once again. Kotarou stroked his back, whispering softly in his ear to calm him.

“You’re doing so well. Just a little more.”

And with that it all came out.

As the long cock sloshed around inside of him, Aziphem moaned. It started low, like a cat’s growl, and built into a needy whine. With each thrust it stuttered, a mix of impact and pleasure tensing the demon’s body. It was a pathetic sound, laced with pleasure and humiliation forced from him by a cruel master. Aziphem eventually just closed his eyes, letting the wails muffle in the angel’s chest as he held him. It was wet and painful and felt so unbearably good .

The angel’s thick heavy warmth spilled out into the demon, each pump blissful agony as Aziphem sobbed. It felt good. He liked it. That in itself made him want to vomit more than knowing Kotarou had just came inside of him.

“See? Wasn’t that easy?” The angel whispered, caressing Aziphem’s face and letting him lay down. The demon whimpered for a moment, pulling back to try to get Kotarou out of him.

No such luck.

Kotarou fumbled with the restraints, undoing Aziphem enough to roll over with him and rest the little demon on his stomach as he laid on his back, caressing him. Aziphem really was a small demon, almost a foot smaller and starved to a nice easy weight. And yet he fit so well curled up against the angel’s cock, pressed down to the base and whimpering into his chest.

“If you try to bite me, I will remove every single tooth.” The angel whispered his warning, almost loving in Aziphem’s ear, tucking a loose lock of hair away. “You just be good for me tonight and I’ll be gentle with you.”

And so the two lay, Aziphem unable to hold back the sobs and tensing at each twitch his body made around Kotarou’s cock. In this moment, the angel held all the power. And even with his hands free to fight, all he could do was lay still and pray the angel would only lay here a few more minutes.

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deaddemondonteat · 8 months

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CW: referenced previous noncon, bodily discharge, post noncon recovery, start of Whumpee conditioning, food restriction/starvation, mention of gun fucking, kinda stockholm-y, past domestic abuse mention Words: 4599 Characters: Aziphem and Kotarou A follow up to this fic Major thank you to @burntcoffeewhump and @quietly-by-myself for beta reading!!!!

The sky had shifted from black to the earliest hints of morning blue by the time Kotarou stirred beneath him, disrupting the sensitive flesh inside Aziphem. Of course, the demon had moved about throughout the sleepless night, debating over any possibility of escape. But even in his drunken haze, the angel still responded to every motion. As it was, Aziphem couldn’t risk it, he would not survive a punishment after all of this. Not with the way his eyes leaked tears every time he felt the cold stain of his squirt on the bed.

Kotarou slowly came to, undoubtedly hung over if not possibly still drunk. After a few sluggish moments, he must have registered the gravity of the situation. Aziphem felt every muscle in the angels thin frame tense under him and steeled himself for round two. Now that the angel didn’t seem to have any more issues fucking him, that seemed to be the only natural next step.

Instead, Aziphem was roughly pushed off, slumping to the side with a whimper as a thick mixture of cum and whatever discharge his agitated body had made started to dribble out of his cunt. Whining slightly at the new emptiness, he covered himself the best he could so as not to invite further intrusions.

It almost felt worse to be cast aside, and for a moment Aziphem yearned for the angel to hold him again. At least when they’d fucked, Kotarou had cradled him close and made him feel safe.

But he wasn’t safe. Aziphem had upset the angel; he must have for him to be thrown aside like this. As with any other failure, he would be forced back into his cell, left alone with his grumbling stomach and aching body—

“Hey—hey, don’t cry, little demon.”

Aziphem hadn’t noticed he was crying. Not until Kotarou’s cool fingers brushed across his thick lashes, taking the tears away with them.

“Come here. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Not even the angel’s painfully cool touch could temper the burning self-hatred elicited at wanting his help. But that didn’t stop Aziphem from leaning into it.

Kotarou gently lifted him up, Aziphem uncharacteristically docile in his grasp as he was pulled into a standing position. His legs had numbed from the awkward position, unsteady beneath him. Despite the pins and needles, Aziphem nevertheless could still feel the shameful trickle of cum down his thighs.

“Bathroom,” Kotarou commanded. The angel snatched a dirty shirt, the same one he had stripped off the night before, swaddling it around Aziphem’s crotch to stem the dribble. “It’s alright. It’s alright. You’re alright.”

Aziphem knew he was filthy, the cotton shirt between his legs getting sticky from the walk of shame. From the angel’s bedroom he had been fucked in to the small bathroom couldn’t have been more than thirty steps, but with numb legs giving away below him and the angel's hands between his legs those thirty steps were a fight.

“Sit.” Kotarou’s voice held firm as he opened the bathroom door, plopping the small demon on the toilet.

Aziphem crumpled onto the seat, sobs heaving in his chest but refusing to leave. It was a surprisingly normal bathroom to be having this level of breakdown in, yet here he was, staring down at a sunflower patterned bath mat trying to choke back sobs as stringy goo dribbled out into the toilet.

Curse that fucking angel, with his pretty house that Aziphem once considered safer than the labs. Curse the colorful tile in the shower and quaint paintings and all the pretty little things that made this hell more humiliating.

At least it’s not the lab showers.

The old house creaked around them, amplifying the quiet little hiccups that caught in Aziphem’s throat. Everything hung in near silence, allowing the two a quiet moment. Aziphem shrunk in on himself, wishing he was truly as alone as he felt.

Kotarou watched from the door frame, holding his soiled shirt. Aziphem could see the stain, dark with what he assumed was his blood, and for a moment was thankful for the angel’s help. Better there than on his legs.

“You won’t cause any problems if I let you shower alone, will you?”

Aziphem shook his head. For once, he found that he didn’t have it in him to cause problems.

“Alright. I’ll be right outside.”

The door shut quietly and Aziphem collapsed.

Crunching up on the toilet seat, he couldn’t help but sob silently. He smothered a whimper, knowing Kotarou would be lingering outside the bathroom door. Why did the angel have to be so gentle with him? Why couldn’t he just use him the way Haziel did?

Aziphem winced, shaking his head at the thought of that. He barely kept it together being tossed aside on the bed. Being locked in his cell now would be messy to say the least. Yet his thoughts kept falling back to the way he had been held and comforted, Kotarou’s arms around him. He was, for just that moment, loved. Just the thought sent a warmth through his chest. A prickly self hatred tainted warmth, but it was comforting nonetheless.

No. He had to think rationally here, and rational thinking brain did not to play gentle lover to the man who just raped him.

At least he had been gentle.

“Shuddup—” Aziphem mumbled aloud, as if that would get the voice in his head to oblige.

“Are you alright?” Kotarou really hadn’t left the door, had he? Aziphem looked up to see it cracked open, a long, glasslike strand of hair leading up to a sliver of Kotarou’s genuinely concerned face.

“I’m fine. I’m fine.” Aziphem hardly believed himself and the angel didn’t either. They both knew one good hug would have him whimpering into Kotarou’s chest again.

“You don't seem fine. Do you need—”

“The fuck do you think? No! No I’m not!” Forcing the tiny remaining spark of anger back into his lungs, Aziphem yanked the toilet paper roll from the hanger beside him and hurled it with the sole intention of getting that door shut. “Now piss off!”

Silence, as the angel considered his reaction. Aziphem braced himself for the door to be flung open, for a slap to the face that did not come. A pause. A deep breath. A sigh.

“If I don’t hear the shower in five minutes I’m coming in and helping you.” The small crack in the door shut, leaving him in false solitude.

“I said, piss off!” Aziphem shouted, the anger fizzling away as he did so. At least he wasn’t getting punished today. Apparently getting fucked was a get out of jail free card.

…Could he use that to get out of other things?

Fuck-no. No—that was a bad path to go down.

As Kotarou’s footsteps receded from the door, Aziphem stood up. He wiped his still dripping cunt to the best of his ability before making it the five steps to the shower and shutting the frosted glass door behind him. After a few frustrating moments of messing with the nobs, frigid water finally sprayed from the shower head, dousing Aziphem under the icy flow.

Cold water after sex was normally a punishment from Haziel, but for now it was the distraction he needed. At least he wasn’t in the lab showers…

The lab showers was a horrible place, a cold steel box with a hose meant for spraying down unruly subjects. Whenever Haziel needed to hide the evidence of what he did, that’s where Aziphem would be cleaned inside and out. Here, even if the water was cold, it was… gentle.

The drops bounced lightly off his skin instead of leaving painful welts. Instead of seeing his own broken reflection staring back at him from a steel wall he glanced out the small opened window to stare at the sky. He knew what this meant, being given a shower here. Bribing Kotarou with sex would get him nice things, he just wasn’t sure he was ready to pay that toll.

But it got you out of the lab showers.

Aziphem forced his head under the icy water again, trying to wash out the thought. This wasn’t worth being fucked for, no matter how gentle the angel had been as he did it.

The cold water helped, but it had begun to outstay its welcome. Finally realizing how to turn up the heat, Aziphem busied himself with cleaning up. Everything about him stunk of sex and stale sweat. And there was of course the problem that he was still fucking dripping. He had hoped that would just—wash away. But no; he realized with a sinking feeling that he was going to have to deal with it.

Refusing to look between his legs, Aziphem tilted his head up as he washed. Even the thought of his own fingers made him shudder, a reminder of how the angel had so gently brushed against him and teased him open. But he needed to wash himself. Otherwise Kotarou would do it for him and Aziphem did not want those fingers anywhere near him. Being cautious with his claws, Aziphem gently slid two fingers into himself.

Sensitive flesh met sharp talons and the demon winced, leaning against the tile wall to steady himself. His agitated pussy pulsed softly around the new intrusion, unwilling to relax even to his own touch. Of course, he didn’t touch his body much. It wasn’t really even his own body anymore; it was Kotarou’s now.

It had always been Kotarou’s. The angel had just decided to switch from slicing it open to fucking it.

A nice change.

The door opened again, Kotarou’s pale silhouette moving behind the frosted glass barrier. Aziphem braced for him to pull open the shower door, tail wrapped defensively around his waist. Yet the intrusion never came; instead, Aziphem heard a porcelain clunk and the quiet rustling of fabric being placed on the now closed toilet lid.

“Towel and clothes. Meet me outside when you’re dressed.”

The door shut. Aziphem was alone again.

Clothes? Aziphem leaned out of the shower to snatch the neatly folded pile of fabric. He had expected his usual hospital gown, yet instead a pair of boxers and a large button up shirt went tumbling to the floor as he yanked the towel out from the bottom of the pile.

Judging by the size, they were Haziel’s boxers, a realization that caused Aziphem to snort in amusement. It wasn’t like he would pass up a clean pair of underwear—a commodity he rarely got—but still, the idea of Kotarou raiding Haziel’s closet was entertaining.

Even if everything was a little too large, the clothing nevertheless left Aziphem feeling closer to a person than he had in years.

Pausing by the door, Aziphem adjusted the buttons of the gifted shirt over and over, hoping he could get around the fact he couldn’t stay in the bathroom forever. It was warm and safe in the bathroom. He could not say the same for outside.

He was almost relieved when Kotarou came for him. For a moment after the angel yanked the door open unannounced, the two stared at one another. Kotarou towered over Aziphem, yet his brow was not furled in its normal show of contempt. He was… softer. Apologetic?

Unrestrained and with some of his dignity returned, the power dynamic was disrupted. He was not Subject 011, Kotarou’s property, or even a demon. This morning Aziphem was a poor hook up decision made in a drunken stupor, just as he had been many times in his human life. And just like all of those men he met at bars, Kotarou was trying to show him enough decency to maybe earn himself another free fuck.

Aziphem always gave his number to the men who treated him alright afterwards. The sex was always mediocre but in exchange for being held, kissed, cared about enough to have breakfast made for him? Absolutely worth it.

Maybe this is worth it.

“I was concerned.” Kotarou broke the silence. His hair no longer stuck to his skin and he had thankfully put on a pair of soft, pajama-like pants, albeit without a shirt. “You were quiet. I wanted to make sure you didn't need help.”

See? He cares.

No. No. Aziphem had to force his thoughts out of the warm lull of letting the angel help him. Scrunching his face into a scowl, he pulled his lips back to remind the angel of his teeth. Eyes locked up onto Kotarou’s gaze, he snarled, “That’s a first.”

Kotarou opened his mouth, but bit his words. So, getting fucked really did give Aziphem a pass to say whatever the fuck he wanted. The angel seemed to ponder for a moment, surprising Aziphem when he finally spoke.

“I’m glad to see you’re regaining your composure. Although I will ask that you watch your tongue.” He stepped back, gesturing the demon through the doorway. “I made you breakfast.”

“Like a gentleman?”

“Do you want it or not?”

“Yes.” Aziphem was too quick to respond, an eager nod accompanying his word. He was starving, as per usual. Any breakfast, even if it was Kotarou’s weird vegan bullshit, was more than merely accepted.

It was fish, pan fried and coated in… some sort of sauce that Aziphem couldn’t tell by scent alone. The smell curled through the house, leading him through the large rooms and inviting him towards the small kitchen. Everything he walked past was old, from the wooden beams holding the place up to the woven mats underneath Aziphem’s toes. Even the furniture was old, a mishmash of things from around the world with nothing less than 70 years old. Aziphem eyed an antique velvet sofa, remembering the one his mom had used to knit on. Hers was ancient then, some 60 years ago.

“Keep moving.” Kotarou’s fingers were gentle like his voice, a firm touch guiding Aziphem on towards the kitchen. Even unrestrained, this was his reminder that he was on a short leash.

The kitchen too was old, lacking modern appliances, but had at least been updated to this century. A wood burning stove warmed the small room, radiant heat still touching Aziphem as he sat on the chair the angel pulled out for him. Even through the boxers, cold wood ground against his inflamed cunt, forcing Aziphem to shift to try to find a comfortable position. His pained whimpers caught the attention of Kotarou, who wordlessly took a folded towel from a stack, lifting the demon slightly to place it on the seat. Aziphem didn’t even have it in him to object to the manhandling.

He had been right about the fish though. Two salmon filets with sauce, rice, pickles, soup, and even those stupid bean things the angel was always telling him were good for him. A full hot breakfast, more than he had been offered in a long time.

See? He cares about you. He wants you.

He feels guilty, Aziphem thought, angrily shoving that voice aside. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to swallow that deep need in his chest. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t help but yearn for that gentle care.

At Aziphem’s hesitation, Kotarou motioned to the place setting in front of them. “I didn’t know if you preferred utensils.” The angel had laid a fork next to a pair of chopsticks and a heavy helping of napkins, as if he expected Aziphem to eat with his fingers. “Haziel doesn’t know how to use these and you two are close enough in… time period and place.” He wrung his hands, explanation fizzling on his lips.

“My college roommate was Vietnamese. I know how to use fucking chopsticks.” Aziphem lifted the chopsticks, out of practice but still competent, and began to dig into the salmon. “And unlike Haziel, I have a little class. Don’t live in my fucking car and only eat things deep fried or barbequed.”

This seemed to give Kotarou pause. “You–went to college?”

“Yeah? I’m sorry, does that make you uncomfortable to remember I was a regular person, what, 50 years ago? More?” Aziphem taunted, but stayed careful not to overstep. The warm salmon melted in his mouth, some of the best food he had had in years. It was rich, fatty, salty, and not worth losing over a little snark.

You should behave better. You don’t want to lose this.

“Sorry. I am out of line.” Aziphem bowed his head, chewing quietly. It was dangerous to be so aggressive. He was still sore from what he had done to earn this breakfast and couldn't risk having it taken away.

“Perhaps. But I am not bothered by your answer.” The angel was lying, Aziphem could tell by the way he broke eye contact, insistent at looking anywhere else.

That just made the fish all the more delicious, knowing that Kotarou was uncomfortable while he ate. Indulging in his victory meal, he began on the tangy pickled vegetables and some rice. The angel, on the other hand, simply palmed his coffee.

“What did you study?” Kotarou finally asked, having composed himself.

“Gen Ed. I was planning on architecture but, well, you know what happened next,” Aziphem managed to say through a full mouth. It amused him to watch Kotarou squirm just a little.

“Not fully.”

“You’re prying again.”

Kotarou finally lifted the coffee he had been staring into up to his lips. “You never gave me a full answer.”

Aziphem shook his head, swallowing a large bite of rice. “And I won’t.”

“Little demon—”

“Will you stop with that ‘little demon’ bullshit?” Aziphem snapped, smacking his chopsticks down hard enough to crack the thin wood. Every quiet whisper in his head told him to shut up. To deal with it.

Be his little demon.

No he would not. Aziphem forced his aggression to the front, snarling at Kotarou. “I know you are—fucking thousands of years older than me, but for fuck’s sake, please remember I am a grown ass man!”

No. Shut up. Don’t fuck this up!

Kotarou’s jaw clenched, the disciplinarian Aziphem knew well showing his face again. “Watch your tone demon or so help me—”

Every instinct screamed at Aziphem to cower. This was behavior that got him hit. He needed to shut up but that ever-present defiant streak gnawed in his chest, pushing him forwards.

“Or what? You gonna fuck me back into my place like Haziel does?”

Aziphem immediately flinched, eyes closed and arms wrapped around his head when Kotarou raised his hand. He knew it, the angel was going to hurt him again. And that was how it was supposed to be, none of this gentle eating breakfast nonsense.

You earned yourself this.

But the strike never came.

Not that Kotarou hadn’t been intending to hit him. When Aziphem dared to look up, he could see that the angel still had his hand clenched, ready for a back-handed strike. For some reason though, he was forcing himself not to go through with it.

He cares enough not to hit you. Even if you fail him.

Tears welled up in the corners of Aziphem’s eyes, the intrusive thoughts he had been holding in since Kotarou first cradled him in his arms starting to take control of his conscious mind. After all the violence, all the pain he had suffered from the angel, he had finally learned how to make it stop. Just let himself get fucked. He got breakfast, a real shower, and now even mercy? Aziphem almost wanted to get fucked again. At least Kotarou made the fucking feel good.

He’s gentle. He’s kind. He makes you breakfast. You want this.

“Aziphem. I’m not going to fuck you.”

No.

Why not?

You fucked it up.

“N-no no please—please—” Aziphem immediately started backpedaling, stumbling over his words. He had gone too far insinuating Kotarou would fuck him again, and that it was a bad thing. Even if he wasn’t convinced it was good to be fucked, it was better than being cut open and beaten. And gods, his stomach was full! He was clean by his own hand.

You could be eating breakfast and sleeping in a bed if you knew how to keep your fucking mouth shut.

“I’m sorry, I was out of line. I’m glad you’re doing this—” No he wasn’t. The words stopped on his lips, unsure of their own honesty. He was glad he was fed and clothed but… he didn’t want to get fucked.

Maybe he could even make Haziel stop. Keep you to himself.

That Aziphem did want and the words started to pour out again. “I’m sorry—I don’t mind—I don’t mind at all—” Anything. He would gladly be gently fucked and cuddled if it meant never being raped with that holy gun again.

Beg.

Of course Aziphem had to beg for the angel. Fighting had already lost him these privileges, he would have to perform if he wanted them back. He curled up to spread his knees, pressing the rough fabric of haziel’s boxers against his cunt to make it visible. He needed to show the angel what he could have, entice him.

Bowing his head, Aziphem finally spoke: “Please. Please. You can fuck me.”

Beg and hope he forgives you.

“I want you to fuck me—” the half truth spilled away into honesty, choked sobs interrupting Aziphem’s words. “I want to eat. I want breakfast and showers and—please, please just—”

You could be good for him.

“I’ll be your little demon.”

Aziphem covered his eyes, unable to look at Kotarou as he pleaded. Just spread your legs. Use what you have to get what you need to survive.

This is nothing new for you.

Daunte.

Nekcra.

Haziel.

At least Kotarou cares enough to clean you up and feed you.

“Please.” Aziphem’s eyes overflowed as he tried to look up at Kotarou, hiccupping and choking on his sobs. Snot dribbled down with the tears, making a mess of the shirt. “Please. I like it here, in this house. I like being able to eat and shower and have clothes. I like being able to see the outside—even through a window. I want to stay.”

The demon sniffled in the silence, waiting, hoping for a good response. He was too tired to keep fighting and honestly, he felt human again. He couldn’t lose that.

“I’m sorry. I need to take you back to the lab.” Kotarou set his coffee cup down, rubbing the handle as he contemplated his next words. “I think it’s what's best for both of us.”

It was like the chair was being pulled from underneath Aziphem. His knees pressed together and his tail wrapped around them, shaking from the thought of going back. He couldn’t—just—go back to being cut open. Not after he realized what he could have.

“Don’t—don’t you want to fuck me? Wasn’t I good for you last night?” he mumbled, covering his head.

“No. Last night should not have happened. I was drunk.” Aziphem could hear the angel standing up, quiet footsteps leading up to a hand between his shoulder blades. “It won’t happen again.”

The cold realization took a moment to settle, shifting inside of Aziphem. Much like the cold water of before, this at least shocked him out of his head enough to think somewhat clearly. Kotarou was going to bring him back to the lab, not fuck him. Maybe he could appeal to him another way.

“Please, angel, Kotarou. I don’t want to go back to the lab.” Aziphem forced his breath to calm, unfortunately with the help of the angel’s gentle back rubs. “And—I don’t want you to fuck me.”

“I assumed you did not want that.” Kotarou’s voice was soothing, comforting even, allowing Aziphem to breathe a little better. They were at least on the same page. “You are not in a healthy mental state to be making decisions about what you want and it would be irresponsible of me to assume you know what you’re asking for.”

“I am fine. Just—I… I like being fed. I like having clothes. I like being in your home. And I like all the other privileges you’ve given me today.”

“I know. And you’re learning well how to earn them.” Kotarou’s hand trailed up, running through Aziphem’s hair and moving to gently stroke the sensitive horn. Reluctantly, Aziphem leaned into it, closing his black eyes. “You can be good for me in the lab, and you will earn these privileges again.”

“But you’re trying to make me human again—angel—I don’t want to be human,” Aziphem managed to murmur, rubbing his eyes to clear the blurry tears that had started to form again.

“This is how humans are treated.I thought you liked this.”

The weight of those words hung over the kitchen table, remaining even as the angel removed his hand. He did like feeling human. Aziphem’s thoughts jumbled around in his brain, fighting for dominance. For the last five years—no, for as long as he had been a demon, he had been defiant. What was he supposed to do now?

Just give in.

Memories of his human life pushed to the forefront of his mind, how he had bent to Daunte’s abuse and became complacent. Before that, how he let his boyfriends control him. It hurt to bend and it hurt to break, but now that he saw what it could be...

It will be different this time.

“How about I let you have the rest of the day here?” Kotarou’s voice broke his spiraling thoughts, dragging Aziphem back to reality and returning him to see the angel place a cup in front of him. Coffee. A bribe. One Aziphem planned to accept. “Finish your breakfast, walk around, you can even go outside in the garden. You’ll know if you’re getting too close to the barrier.”

Aziphem tried to mumble a thanks but the words stuck in his throat. Lifting the coffee, he sipped it quietly before speaking. “Why are you doing this? This is more than just guilt.”

“You’re right.” Kotarou moved his dishes to the small sink before facing Aziphem again. “But, seeing as you are in no shape to fight, I want to take advantage of this. Give you a taste of what you can get if you behave. An… incentive to work with me in the lab. If you like what you get today, and you let me run this week of tests, I will let you spend the weekend here. You’ll get the guest bedroom and I will cook for you. Think on it.”

Kotarou quietly turned, stepping out of the doorway before poking his head back in for one last remark. “This is how humans get treated. And the more successful my research is, the more human you are, the more I promise you will get to enjoy this.”

With that, Aziphem was alone again with his thoughts.

He wanted to be mad, of course. His first thought was to hurl the glazed ceramic mug at the wall and shatter it, but that would involve spilling his coffee. And get him sent back early.

Maybe he wanted to be sent back.

It was easier to fight in the labs, when he had nothing to lose. Pain brought out the spark in him that fueled his constant defiance, made it so he could always hate that fucking angel. But here? He had coffee to lose. Food. Clothes. That comfort smothered his spark and for a moment, he had to wonder.

Was this worth becoming human again?

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