Part of the @ockissweek event from Feb. 9-15th, featuring Justice and Kindness from Pride & Justice
<- Day 2 – Day 4 ->
Contains: familial/sibling relationship, goodbye scene, christian angels in christian heaven
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The edges of his fingers started to crumble, burning to ash in Heaven’s light. They didn’t have much time.
“Go,” Justice said. “I’ll find you.”
Pride laughed, short and brief and a bit too much like a sob. “You better. Or I’ll climb back up here and kick your ass."
Justice tried to smile. He willed his hands not to tremble. “I promise.”
Standing at the very edge of the clouds, Pride closed his eyes. His jaw clenched. Justice tried not to think about what he must have been remembering.
He fell.
-
Justice intended to keep his promise.
Frantic with purpose, he shouldered past dozens of angels to the armory. They stared after him, murmuring to him or about him—he didn’t care. He couldn’t care. He didn’t have time. Ichor flowed again in his veins, and the thrum of power tunneled his vision to a single point.
Reaching Heaven again felt like gasping after months of being held underwater. In his time on Earth, his power had drained so gradually he’d almost forgotten what it felt like to have any. To be divine, cosmic, to feel the minds and hearts of humanity and angels and the ever-constant presence of God. If he could afford to stop and think, he might be dizzy.
He couldn’t afford anything but action, now. Honesty was dead, Pride’s contract was fulfilled, and his fragile body had nearly collapsed under the weight of Heaven. He didn’t have a choice but to return to Hell, to restore himself, to continue existing at all. Even if it meant being cast out a second time.
But this time Justice would be there. Justice would find him, and they would escape together.
Rows and rows of glittering silver flashed in his eyes, the armory greeting him in all its splendor. Justice didn’t admire it. Automatically, his hands reached for mail and plate, tearing it from its resting place and clapping it on. He didn’t even acknowledge what he grabbed as pieces adjusted and straps tightened of their own accord. They were merely shapes. Pieces of the puzzle that would complete his goal.
The one thought he allowed to slip through was how strange it felt to be back in his armor. He hadn’t worn this since—
“Justice.”
The tunnel of focus widened and he froze.
Slowly, not ashamed but sobered, he turned to face Kindness. She was right behind him. He hadn’t realized he wasn’t alone. He wondered how long she’d been behind him.
“You’re leaving.” It wasn’t a question.
Justice nodded shortly. “I have to.”
Kindness twitched forward, her mouth almost opened, and he knew what she wanted to say. He didn’t have to—not forever. But they both knew he wasn’t coming back.
“You’re so different now,” Kindness said, a misty smile on her face.
“I’m not, really.”
“You are. Maybe you can’t see it, but…” She reached up to brush his cheek. “My little brother is all grown up.”
Justice fought his tears and failed. Quiet grief streaked down his face. Kindness sniffed and brushed them away with her thumb.
“You can come with us,” he offered, and knew she’d shake her head before the sentence was out of his mouth.
“No,” she said. “We have an opportunity for real change with Honesty gone. Someone has to lead it.”
“You’ll be better at it than me.”
“Definitely.”
He laughed wetly, and she took his gauntleted hands. The glistening plates over his fingers clicked with every move.
“Can you forgive me?” he asked, and now he was ashamed.
Kindness smiled so warmly, so sincerely, he wanted to cry all over again. She took his face in both hands and pulled him down to press her lips against his forehead. Justice watched his own teardrop break from his face and drip to the floor. Kindness made him look into her eyes, welled with grief but rigidly stern.
“Find him,” she said, an order. “Don’t you dare feel guilty.”
Justice swallowed thickly. This was the last time he’d ever see his sister.
He scooped her into a hug, crushing her against his cuirass. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she said, arms thrown around his neck. “And I’m so proud of you.”
He let himself stand there for a moment longer, committing everything about Kindness to memory. For the rest of whatever life he had left, he wanted to always remember how it felt to hug his sister.
As he put her down, the tunnel vision crept in. His sword hand wandered to his hip, anticipating the fights he’d have to win to simply get to Pride. Much less the ones they’d have to win to claw their way out.
“Go,” Kindness told him, and stood aside. “Get him out safe.”
Justice nodded, to her and to himself, the remnants of tears drying on his cheeks.
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<- Day 2 - Day 4 ->
Written for the @ocdynamicsweek event!
Featured WIP: Pride & Justice
Featured Dynamic: Pride and Kindness (and Justice is in there a little bit)
Contains: mentions of injury, mentions of torture, there's religious imagery that goes along with that injury and torture stuff, bystander guilt (?), embarrassing one's little brother
Truce
Bored of staring at his bedroom wall, Pride stood up. The burns and bruises ached in protest, but he ignored them to shuffle across the carpet into the hall. At the very least, he wanted to be bored and in pain somewhere he could stare at a bad TV show. Luckily his black eye had reduced enough that he could see out of it, and he wasn’t re-opening his wounds every time he moved. Justice might even be happy to see him get out of bed by himself. Unbeknownst to him, this wasn’t the first time Pride had gotten up on his own, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.
And unfortunately for them both, a lot of things could hurt them now.
Pride pressed a hand against the wall for support as he limped down the hallway, gritting his teeth to keep from wincing. The burns on his palms made everything harder. He couldn’t touch or hold anything without the sting racing up his veins, throbbing red and angry. And unlike the scattered, ugly welts that marked his shoulders, face, and chest, his hands were horrifically unique—he’d taken to keeping his fingers curled to avoid looking at the cross.
He kept his head down to concentrate, to focus on moving. He had to at least make it to the end of the hall before collapsing. Justice would be there, probably. He’d insist on helping, which would be nice. As long as he made it that far, it would be a success.
When his hand ran out of wall, Pride gripped the corner. “Hey, Justice, can you—”
“He went out.”
Pride jerked his head up and found a different angel standing in their living room. It was Kindness, in her long white robes and generous afro rimmed with the light of her halo. She had a hand on the bookshelf, long fingers trailing off the spine of a novel Justice had read at least four times. She stared at him. He stared back.
“Out?” Pride asked, after a long pause.
“He said he had errands to run,” she replied, “and asked me to keep an eye on you.”
“Oh.”
Kindness nodded, gaze wandering all around the room. Pride tapped the wall with his nails. The air in the room condensed to gelatin. He considered going back to his room. Boredom might be boring, but this was worse.
“How are you feeling?” she asked, finally.
“You can’t tell?” he asked in reply.
“I can. But Justice said you don’t like that angels can feel your pain, so I should ask you instead.”
Of course he did. “Well, I still feel like shit. I was going to come out and feel like shit on the couch instead, but if you’re in here, I can…”
“It’s okay, I don’t mind.”
Kindness gestured to the couch, and to be fair, she was not sitting on it. But the entire room felt so… occupied. By something else. Something Pride would rather leave for another time, and possibly forever. But Justice really wanted them to get along—he never said it, but Pride could tell. He had a feeling both of them could tell.
“Cool,” he said. “Thanks.”
And then he waddled his way to the couch. Kindness reached an arm out to him, which he cautiously took. They inched the rest of the way across the floor, and she gently lowered him onto the cushion.
"Thanks,” he repeated. “Again.”
“You’re welcome,” she said, smiling gently. She took her arm away and turned back to the bookshelf.
Pride folded his hands in his lap. The remote was on the side table, an arm’s length away, but it felt dangerous to break the silence. Kindness plucked a book from the collection and sat down next to him, a polite distance away. She ran her fingers over the cover, but didn’t open it. Pride twiddled his thumbs, watching her in his periphery.
He’d only met her once in that darkened church, but up close, she really did look like Justice. She had the same round cheeks, big eyes, and a cheerful spray of freckles across her wide nose. If Justice didn’t make a point of calling her his “older sister,” Pride might have guessed they were twins. Or as close to twins as two angels could get. His gut twisted up in a knot.
“I heard you talking,” Pride blurted, for no reason other than it was choking him to death. “You and Justice, the other night.”
Kindness twitched her lips into a smile, staring down at her book. “I know. I felt… you.”
He winced a little. “Sorry.”
“I don’t think he noticed, though.”
“What? Why not?”
She shrugged. “He didn’t even notice you left your room. I think he’s lost the sense.”
Pride furrowed his brow at his hands. If Justice was losing his angelic touch already, then he was as close to human as Pride was. Hanging on to divinity by a thread.
“Are you angry at me?”
He blinked when the question came out of Kindness’ mouth and not his own. “Why would I be mad at you?”
“Because I think I would be.” She traced the title of the book in her lap. “I think I am.”
The knot tightened. “Mad… at me?”
“And myself. For not being able to protect him.”
He nodded a little, swallowing to stall for time. “I am kind of stealing your brother from you, so I wouldn’t blame you if you were pissed.”
Kindness let out a tiny laugh. “Is it ‘stealing’ if he said he’d follow you anywhere?”
“Manipulation is sort of what demons do.”
“But you aren’t doing that.” She finally faced him, with a gaze as strong and confident as the statement she made. “Are you?”
“It would be easier if I was, but…” Pride snorted, staring at his hands again. “Honestly, I think he’s stealing me.”
“From who?”
“Myself. Who I used to be.”
From the corner of his eye, he saw her smile with a twinge of grief. “Then I’m… happy. For both of you.”
Pride blinked. He raised his head just to make sure he wasn’t having a pain-induced hallucination, or a crazy fever dream, but no. Kindness looked at him with a disorienting amount of warmth and acceptance that he wasn’t sure he could handle.
“Th-thanks, I guess,” he said. He made an awkward gesture to her. “And I guess while I’m at it, thanks for saving my ass back there.”
She flinched, the happy glow fading. “Justice was the one who saved you, I…” Kindness pinched her eyes shut and slumped. “I’m sorry.”
“Justice didn’t even know where we were until you called him.”
She shook her head. “I should have stopped her. I’m sorry.”
A weight attached itself to his newfound human heart and dragged it down into his gut. Pride wet his lips with his tongue, still thick and fuzzy from the crumpled-up pages of the Holy Book shoved into his mouth. Every angel in that church stood and watched as Honesty “brought the truth” to him. Except one.
“I don’t think you could have,” Pride told her. “She would have done the same thing to you as she did to Justice.”
“Almost did,” Kindness corrected. “Thanks to you.”
He shrugged, because there was nothing to say. Even if he had died there, it would have been worth everything to shield Justice from going through the same torment he suffered. To save him from having those damn scars on his back. He’d do anything.
Kindness shifted on the couch to face him, solemn and sincere. “I’m sorry I needed an… example. To remember my purpose, and extend it to you.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “I’m sorry I freaked the fuck out when you showed up here the first time.”
When she laughed, her teeth flashed a little, and he was struck by another thing she and Justice did almost exactly the same. He smiled, a tad hopeful.
“You know,” he began, a fresh start, “every time Justice got homesick, the first thing he did was talk about you.”
“No, did he?”
“Oh yeah, all the time. He really missed you.”
She put a hand on her chest. “I’ll have to hug him later, that’s so sweet.”
“I think he told me the story of how you two decided to model your bodies after each other, like, eight times.”
Kindness sighed knowingly. “He loves that story. Well, he does now, after he softened up.”
Pride raised an eyebrow. “Was there ever a time when Justice wasn’t the texture of a marshmallow?”
She gasped and her eyes went wide, like he’d said something rude. She put a hand over her mouth. “Oh no. I thought he must have told you.”
“Told me what?”
“Well…” She glanced at the front door, chewing on her nails. “I don’t know, he doesn’t like when I bring it up…”
Pride scooted a cushion over. “Come on, you have to tell me now.”
Kindness smiled around her fingers, shooting one last glance at the door. “He’s going to throw a tantrum when he gets back.”
“Pfft, I’ll risk it.” He leaned in conspiratorially. “Tell me.”
“Okay, so, when Justice was first assigned to his regiment, he took it very seriously. All he talked about for ages was his duty to God, the importance of his virtue, defending the weak, and being all serious. He barely smiled, I don’t think he even laughed.”
Pride’s jaw hit the couch cushion. “No fucking way.”
“And this is when he was first inducted as an Angel of Justice, his whole assignment was to walk in circles and learn how to pick up a sword with arms instead of throwing around wheels of fire.”
He put a hand on his face, almost too stunned to believe it. “So you’re telling me our Justice, the guy who cries if he sees too many kittens playing in a basket, had an edgy phase when he could barely swing a butter knife?”
“It was ridiculous, imagine if this was how acted all the time.” She puffed up her chest and made an exaggerated frowny face. “’Dear Sister, I cannot speak now, I must stand in a corner and brood about the nature of justice.’” Pride burst out laughing, throwing his hand over his eyes. She turned the other way. “’My friends, I can no longer partake in such frivolous activities, now that I am a defender of justice.’”
“Ow, ow, stop, I’m too fucking injured for this!” He laughed so hard he doubled over, and flared up almost all his bruises in the process. “You are fucking with me, there’s no way!”
“That was my life!” Kindness laughed along with him, but it was significantly more exasperated. “He never stopped, it was agony!”
“Was it centuries?”
She rubbed her temples. “I don’t know. I don’t know, I don’t even want to think about it.”
“How did you fix him?”
“By the mercy of the Lord, it was mostly an act.” The humor in her smile faded to one of simple fondness. “All he needed was someone to show him that defense of the weak isn’t all about fighting the cruel. It’s about compassion too.”
Pride felt a weird swell in his chest. Justice never failed to see the best in the worst of the people he met—sometimes going to absurd lengths in his opinion—and always found a way to connect it back to his virtue by talking about treating people justly. It wasn’t about what his opinion was, but about what everyone deserved, even the shittiest people. He went out of his way to be everybody’s friend, even people who didn’t want his friendship, even people who didn’t really deserve it.
Even a demon.
“Yeah,” Pride said. “You really rubbed off on him, I think.”
“I like to think so,” Kindness replied, and if she knew what he was thinking, she didn’t let on. “For the sake of his dignity, if nothing else.”
The front door opened. Pride perked up at the sound of rustling bags and jangling keys. He locked eyes with Kindness.
“I’m back,” Justice called, poking his head around the corner. “Thanks for—Oh! Pride, you’re up!”
“I’m up,” he said, with a short wave.
“That’s great! Right?” He rushed up to the couch, crouched down, and took both his hands. “You’re feeling better? It’s not too much?”
Pride couldn’t help a smile. “Better enough to lay on the couch instead of my bed.”
Kindness chimed in, “All I had to do was help him sit. He did the rest all on his own.”
“That’s wonderful.” Justice beamed, happier than he’d looked in a while. “What have you two been doing?”
While Kindness hiccupped in surprise, Pride shrugged innocently. “Just chatting.” He stroked Justice’s cheek with the back of his fingers, and watched his pretty eyes sparkle. “We were talking about you a little.”
“Me?”
“Mhmm. And out of curiosity, were you ever going to tell me how seriously you took your first assignments?”
All the joy drained out of his face. He fixed his gaze on Kindness. “What did you do?”
She tried to hide behind her hands. “I’m sorry! I thought you told him already!”
“Why would I ever tell anybody about that?”
Pride was already cackling as the siblings bickered back and forth, and eventually Justice gave up. He groaned into his hands, clearly in agony, but it only made him laugh harder.
“I told you he’d throw a tantrum,” Kindness said.
“I deserve to!” Justice said, muffled.
Pride tried to console him, stroking his locs. “It’s not that bad.”
“It’s worse because you said that.”
“At least it’s funny?”
Justice groaned again, and Pride had a feeling this was going to be another embarrassing story he’d beg them not to speak about. He shared a look with Kindness, and knew both of them were absolutely going to tell people about it.
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Characters: Pride / Justice
From: Pride & Justice
Contains: D/s dynamics, anal penetration, sex toys, overstimulation
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Pride was not a patient demon, but for this, he’d make an exception.
He stood over Justice with his arms folded, watching his precious angel fuck himself on his knees. He trembled trying to hold himself up, a sheen of sweat coating his lovely round face and rolling down his chest. Every time his hips landed, spearing himself on the dildo suction-cupped to the floor, his eyes pinched shut and he whimpered. He must be exhausted—he’d been riding that thing since however long it had been since Pride told him he wasn’t allowed to stop.
“You’re not done yet,” he warned.
“I know,” Justice breathed, a trembling whisper.
“Good boy.”
Justice shuddered a little, lowering himself again. His cock went soft ages ago, now flopping uselessly between his legs and dipping into the puddle of cum he’d left on the hardwood floor earlier. There wasn’t any pleasure to be had for him, not anymore. Justice overwhelmed himself, past the point of bliss, for Pride’s entertainment.
It was his favorite thing to watch, and who could blame him? Justice was prettiest when his polite and innocent attitude fell away, when Pride could strip him down to the begging, needy mess he really was. He was so eager to please, so desperate to put his body to use, that he forgot how much Pride liked to use it.
Justice leaned over his hands and his head dropped, letting his neck go and his long locs fall in his face. Pride put his palm on his forehead and snapped it back up. He grinned at the sight of his shocked face.
“Don’t look down,” he ordered, “or you’ll be here even longer.”
Justice nodded against his hand, biting his bottom lip. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. Fat droplets rolled down his freckled cheeks when he blinked, staining a path down to the corners of his mouth. Pride clicked his tongue.
“Oh, you poor thing.” He swiped the tears away and cupped his jaw. “You’ve really worked hard to stay full, haven’t you?”
He plopped down on the dildo and sobbed once, nodding into his palm. He practically melted there, body beyond spent, fucked until he was falling apart. Pride bent down to kiss him lightly, and he sobbed again. Fresh tears dripped from his eyes, and his bottom lip trembled when Pride snatched it in his teeth. When he pulled away, wet eyes pleaded with him, begging for relief.
“You know what you need, sweetheart?” Pride said. “You need to give your other hole a turn.”
Confusion interrupted his broken sniffs. “Huh?”
Pride pushed two fingers past his plush lips and into his mouth. Justice made a shocked noise, instinctively pulling back, but Pride held him in place by the back of his head. He pushed his fingers in to the knuckle, feeling Justice panic and soften his jaw to avoid biting down. Locking eyes, Pride dragged them out again, pressing the pads of his fingers against his tongue on the way. Wide-eyed, still teary, Justice gazed up at him in amazement. A string of drool connected his lips to Pride’s fingers, thin as a spiderweb.
“See?” Pride told him. He pushed his hand in again, and this time Justice dropped his jaw. “You have an entire second hole for me to use.”
He shivered and shut his eyes. Pride sighed a little, watching the last of his tears streak down his face. Justice curled his tongue as he pulled out, whimpering as his fingers reached the edge of his lips, and how could he say no to that? Gentle and precise, Pride fucked his mouth.
He melted again, this time not to beg for mercy, but to become ready and willing for him. His body went slack but not useless, still holding himself up and letting Pride steady his head.
“That’s it. Feels good, doesn’t it?”
He nodded fast. Pride stroked his tongue to hear him whine.
“You don’t even have to move, I bet you like that. You get to stay still and be good for me.”
Justice sucked his fingers hard and moaned, his idea of being good. It was a lucky guess, Pride groaning under his breath at the feeling. A soft, wet mouth tightening around his digits, tongue stroking the underside. It was an act so obscene only an angel could have done it so well.
“Look at you,” Pride sighed, “what a mess. You can’t stand being empty, can you?”
All on his own, Justice twitched his hips. It didn’t do much, which only meant Pride laughed harder. He moved his hand faster.
“How does that feel, huh? You like being fucked from both ends?”
Justice squirmed and whimpered, hands balled into fists on his thighs. The drying tear tracks made him look so helpless. Pride licked his lips, drawing his fingers out slow. He traced down his cheek with his wet fingers. Justice’s breath stuttered, and he gasped when Pride put his fingers back in his open mouth.
“You look so tired, baby.”
It was like he’d forgotten about his episode until that moment. He choked on his hand and his eyes welled up. Pride tried to pull out, but a desperate whine and hard suck held him back. Justice sobbed around his fingers, laving them with his tongue. Staring up at him with watery eyes and fresh tracks down his cheeks, he ached for approval, begging without words.
“Fuck, you really take everything so perfect,” Pride told him, meaning every word. “This isn’t even getting you off, you just love doing whatever I fucking say.”
As best he could, Justice nodded, tears leaking into his mouth. A wave of lust crashed over Pride and he grabbed a tight fistful of locs. He jammed his fingers as deep as they could go, relishing the choked sob.
“Suck.” And when the wet pressure came with pathetic sniffles and big teardrops, his clit throbbed. “You’re so fucking pretty when you cry.”
He’d barely gotten the praise out before Justice grabbed both his hips, urgent. Pride took his hand out and a step back.
“Bad?” he asked.
Justice crawled forward on his hands to remove the dildo from his ass, lips shiny and thighs shaking. “No, no, I just—” He sniffed hard. “I’m done, I need to be done.”
Pride sat down on the floor next to him. Justice slid forward to plop down in his lap, and Pride cupped his wet face in both hands.
“I was being serious just then, for the record,” he said.
“Thank you,” Justice said, smiling through tears and exhaustion. “You really… did lots.”
“How about we talk when you have half a brain to use?”
