#eden.docx

minos: the king of the lust layer? being ace to some degree? you bet! his heart does, and always will, put his partners and his people before himself. this also includes his pleasure. he doesn't care if he doesn't find release by the end of the scene. if his partners are satisfied, then that's all he really cares about! he's not fussed or phased about his own pleasure in the slightest.

sisyphus: prioritises the romantic side of relationships over the sexual side. sex is more of a casual thing to him whereas romance is the more intimate part! he's not exactly on the same line as minos, as he still wishes for his own pleasure to be fulfilled during sex but his values are different about those aspects!

gabriel: the most sexual out of the four (obviously). literal centuries of repressing who you are in the name of appeasing the council definitely meant the floodgates were broken wide open once he had his first taste. one could say it almost translates into hypersexuality but he does mellow out a bit with some time... only a bit though.

Twice. Beaten by an angel, twice.

The arena of his prison was bloodied and broken, and Sisyphus laid in the epicenter of the destruction, exhausted. But oh, his anger was blinding.

Standing proudly above- upon him, was Archangel Gabriel. Blades drawn, wings gleaming brilliantly, staring down at his defeated form with arrogant poise.

Just as it was before.

He laughed, defeated. "Well, go on, oh righteous angel. End this."

A moment of silence. Sisyphus watched the blades raise for a moment. He braced for a swift death.

The sound of the weapons being sheathed made him freeze.

"...what?"

A sigh. "I was not here to kill you."

The rage Sisyphus felt only came out as roaring laughter. "Surely, this is a trick. I know you angel, and I know of your council, this is merely a ruse-"

"They're dead, Sisyphus."

"... lies." Sisyphus frowned.

"I killed them, Sisyphus."

The king's eyes go wide. That only served to make him more furious, but now there was something else stirring under the surface. Gabriel rebelled. He had taken on the iron fisted force that kept the many denizens of Hell suffering for years... and won.

What was this feeling?

"What made you do it?"

Gabriel looked away. "They had long strayed away from God's plan. They simply puppeted his corpse as a bargaining chip."

"And how did it feel?" Sisyphus hoped Gabriel couldn't hear his interest. Even moreso hoped the angel couldn't see how interested he was.

Gabriel took far longer to answer than he should. The rush of his heart, the way it pounded in his head as he sliced through the flesh and marrow of the council. The relief. The joy. The pleasure—

Sisyphus smirk, watching a golden tint wash over the lower half of Gabriel's wings. "Enjoyed it, hm?"

He felt his back slam back down on the floor once more, a foot pressing into his chest harshly. "And what if I did?"

Surely now Gabriel could feel the way Sisyphus' heart hammered within his translucent body? Surely he realised just how much the king enjoyed this display of power?

"Then... I simply wish I was there to witness... hell, to even take part in it." SIsyphus dared to raise a hand. "An angel reborn is something one doesn't see quite often, especially into one who... revels in just bloodied events."

"And are you not the same, Sisyphus? You certainly are unable to hide it." Gabrie made a show of lifting his weight off of Sisyphus' chest, but planting his foot on the king's throbbing cock. Gabriel smiled underneath his helm when the king let out a rough groan.

"Gods..." SIsyphus mumbled. "More..."

Gabriel let out a laugh. "Really? Asking for pleasure from an angel?"

"Well, I'm guessing you've already partaken in the act with something, considering you didn't immediately smite my very form upon noticing my interest."

The wings glow brighter. Sisyphus grinned again. "Was it that weapon making a muck of Hell?"

Even brighter now. Gabriel lifted his foot away and stepped down between the king's legs. His gaze lingered too long on the glistening folds that greeted him. "And if it was?"

"Knowing how easily it bested you... I'm assuming this is the first time you're on top."

Gold and red fully encased the angels form for but a second, having processed the teasing first... and the invitation second. "... and what if it was, Sisyphus."

a good king tends to his subjects needs. and oh, sisyphus could be so, so good.

somewhere within the heedy fog in his mind, he laughs about how far down he has to bend to do this, but its instantly swept away by how satisfying it feels to have something in his mouth, how satisfying it is to be put in this position.

all at the hands of an angel a third of his size. they have to stand for the position to work. its dizzying, the power they hold right now.

"ever so dedicated," came their airy voice. their hands are in his hair. their strap between his lips. they look down at him so smugly. "such a good king... so eager to ensure his subjects' happiness..."

they thrust the toy further into his mouth, and sisyphus lets out a shameless moan, sucking it to the hilt.

another gentle laugh. "even when you know i feel nothing from this, you still work so diligently..."

they didnt need to feel it, they both knew this. the angel's wings were a dead giveaway that the visual was more than enough. sisyphus draws back, tongue flicking out to tease the tip, pressing against every bump and curve he can.

with a gentle tug, sisyphus is pulled away proper, a needy whine leaving his lips (he feels the way zadkiel's hand shudders when he does).

"you've done so well, my king," zadkiel sighs, "but i think i am done with this pre-amble."

sisyphus doesn't hide the way his eyes focus as zadkiel undoes the bindings of the strap. the way his eyes cant look away from the glistening folds as they spread their legs for him.

"do be a good king and tend to me properly, won't you?"

minos noticed a new habit of gabriel's on complete accident.

kisses that seemed to meld into one long kiss, lips pressed upon skin far longer than usual (to which the king would never complain about), and whenever they weren't occupied throughout the day, the poor angel just seemed that slight bit irritated.

the night was quiet. they were both exhausted from the day, but still minos could see that something stirred in gabriel's thoughts-- a finger to his lips as he stared off into nothingness.

"thou seem troubled, my dove."

the pet name shook gabriel out of his daze, eyes flicking to minos beside him before looking away again, a blush on his face.

"it's-- its nothing," gabriel lied. it occupied his brain non-stop, the constant nagging need to have his lips pressed upon something, anything. he kept on top of his hydration, so he knew it wasn't that, and even worse so, it only seemed to be satiated when his lips were upon minos.

a hum left the king, and then his hand raised. gabriel gasped as he felt a thumb upon his lips, brushing gently upon them as if it wasn't sparking need like a wildfire within gabriel.

minos further pressed his luck. the thumb brushing gabriel's lip slid between them, and instinctibely, gabe pursed his lips around it, sucking gently.

"ah, so that's what troubles thee."

oh, how he didn't want to stop, but minos pointing out his behaviour gave him pause.

"i believe what thou ist feeling is an oral fixation," minos mused. the fingers cupping gabriel's cheek brushed softly. "it is not something to be concerned over, my dear, do not fret."

gabriel can't help his whine as that thumb left his lips. "humans have a word for everything, don't they?" he laughed still.

minos chuckled. "i can help thee with satiating the desire."

in tandem with the suggestion, an inky tendril slid out from the void in minos' face. gabriel had never been so fast to seat himself on the king's lap. he cupped minos' head in his hands and pulled him in for a deep kiss, allowing the tendril into his mouth with no resistance.

now, all minos had to do was relax. he could lounge back and indulge gabriel's desire all he wanted. for him, this was all about what the angel needed, and if he got off in the process? a simple bonus.

gabriel sucked hard, moaning blissfully as the tendril in his mouth played with his tongue. he just wanted to sit there and suck on it for hours.

but cravings urged him to go elsewhere. lower.

and from what he could feel pressing against his backside, minos wanted the same, even if he didn't voice it. the two conflicting urges however caused a desperate whine to leave his lips.

"gabriel, no need to rush thyself," minos assured, seemingly sensing the conflict in gabriel's thoughts. "i see thy desire to be at a million places at once, but there is no need to worry. simply go wherever thou wishes to go, whenever thou needs to. i shall allow thee whatever thee desires."

gabriel let go of the tendril for a moment, allowing him to speak. "but minos, you--" he paused to wiggle his butt, grinding against the erection pressed against him. "what about you?"

minos placed a gentle hand on gabriel's shoulder. "what i desire ist not important right now, my dove. it is thee i am focused on tonight."

goodness, despite all they have done, gabriel was not used to having all the attention solely focused on himself. he blushed deeply, looking down minos' body. he moved in once more, lips kissing the corner of minos' chin and slowly trailing down. down his neck, across his collarbone, down the valley of his chest and his stomach, leaving as many kisses and sucked spots as gabriel could. he paused upon spotting his prize, taking a hold of minos' hand.

minos couldn't help but suck in a breath. he knew once gabriel settled down there, he had no idea when he would be moving next. something that sent a shiver down his spine. for all he knew, they would both lay there for hours, gabriel lavishing every inch of his cock with his tongue and his lips, kissing and sucking until the angel was finally satisfied. minos revelled in the idea.

His head was pounding away. Blood smeared his face and his neck like a cold blanket and there was a strong but wonderful ache in his bones. Sometimes, even angels needed the reminder that they were alive, and that they could bleed.

And that reminder always comes swift at his request by the hands of the sun, standing proud and tall above him.

"Yield?" Sisyphus asked after a long pause. Zadkiel needed only to raise his hand before the king lowered himself down, looking over the angel's body. A bruise there, a scratch here, Sisyphus had done quite the number.

A stifled breath left Zadkiel's body as Sisyphus' hand pressed against his chest, and only grew quicker as it trailed up to his neck, tracing through the blood.

Sisyphus liked how it coated his fingers. "… I think I'm starting to see why V enjoys this so much with Gabriel."

The hand cupped Zadkiel's face while his own lowered to the bloody mess on the angel's neck. He felt the angel freeze up underneath him.

And then he pressed. Pressed his face into the blood, dragged it up and over Zadkiel's face, making even more of a mess than there was before. When he drew back, all he could perceive was the drunken expression on the angel's face, leaning into the touch of his hand.

YOU! You get the internal objects wip :] (body horror cw)