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Sex with Keigo was always amazing, extraordinary even. You were lucky that you landed a partner as dutifully devoted to you and your pleasure as Keigo. Instead of giving yourself to some selfish prick whose love was dependent on how well you sucked their dick and how readily you were to spread your legs, you freely let Keigo’s soft touch, warm smiles, and protectiveness melt your heart. 

He often spent nights in between your thighs without so much as taking off his work pants, without expecting anything in return. His lips and fingers worked orgasm after orgasm from you. Your hands gently intertwine with his as he drags his thick cock against your sensitive walls, whispering murmurs of praise, light teasing, and - most importantly - consent checks. Keigo mentioned more than once that your enthusiastic consent made his dick dripping wet with precum. 

All of these facts did not aid the cognitive dissonance in your mind though  as he mercilessly pounded into you, his breath hitching every time he bottomed out; it was so rough it hurt, body haphazardly molded into whatever shape he pleased. The breeding season always heightened his sex drive. He needed this. What kind of partner would you be if you put your own needs in front of his own? 

So you did your best to take the ruthless pounding. Tears dripped down your cheeks. The taste of blood filling your senses as you bite your lip. 

“F-fuck, such a good slut for me, hm?” He rasps. “Gonna fuck you ‘til you’re pregnant.”

Deep breath. 

You could do this

Another deep breath.

You could do this.

And…

You…really can’t do this. 

“K-kei s-stop, ‘s too much …” your voice was too weak and breathy for your liking. “H-hawks”

Keigo’s hips jutted to a stop, half of himself inside you, eyebrows furrowed in concern. Earlier in your relationship, both of you decided on his hero name as a safe word. There was a strict detachment between Keigo’s hero work and normal life, so much so that he detested being called Hawks in your shared home. 

It took another moment for him to understand what happened, the lust fogging his mind pattering away. “Shit, baby…” he slowly pulled the rest of himself out of your spent hole, your body flinching. “Songbird, are you okay?”

As much as you tried to speak, your tongue was like lead, throat filled with cotton. Your sobs sounded more akin to choked babbles. The tears dripping down your face was more than enough though to clue Keigo in. 

“M’sorry” You managed. “S-so sorry, I-i know ‘s your rut but-“

Keigo cut you off with a gentle kiss, his feathers swiftly taking over all your senses as he rolled you into his warm arms. “You did so good for me, love. You don’t need to be sorry. Doesn’t matter if I’m in rut or not,” he pressed another light kiss on the crown of your forehead, “your safety and happiness is top priority.” 

“I wanted to do good for you” you mumbled. “You always take care of me…just wanted to do the same…”

“And you did, songbird.” He titled your chin so he can gaze into you directly. His eyes were always sharp like daggers, but when you stared at him all you saw was his adoration. “I promise it’s not even a big deal. I don’t want you thinking that just because it’s breeding season that I can do whatever I want to you.” 

Keigo’s thumb worked to wipe away the remnants of your tears, cooing praise until the saturation made you giggle. Gentle kisses were frequently exchanged. He failed to mention how this time of the year made him extra doteful. 

Sollux closes the thermal hull with a force that shakes the rest of the mealblock. 

"Could you keep it down?" You ask politely, burying your face deeper into your first edition volume of Interplanetary Alternain Battle Tactics. It’s a typical near-dawn date, which means that you get this coveted domesticality that you’ve been craving since before you learned how to crave. Not from Sollux, mind you, but it’s fine. You take what you can get, even if it is a bit unconventional.

You return your attention to your book. If she wants to make a mess of her hive, that’s her prerogative. You’ve long since learned to accept what quirks you can’t change and antagonize her about the ones you can change. Sleep hygiene, for example, is a work in progress. 

You’re wrapped up in a particularly interesting segment about a zigzagging trench used to win the battle of 673MI when she speaks again.

"Were you going to tell me that you visited your ex kismesis?" She slams a nutrition plateau down on the counter with unnecessary force.

Ooh. This could be good.

"Why? Are you jealous?" You needle, making a point to hide your smirk behind your book. 

"Why would I be jealous? I get more than enough of you," she bites back, beginning to shovel yesterday’s leftovers into her squawk gash. If you were looking, you’d probably see her talking with her seed flap open again. Thankfully, you’re not looking. Pointedly not looking. You have no idea why she’s had so many suitors. It’s frankly disgusting, proof that natural selection isn’t working correctly. More than anything, it makes your blood boil the way a good kismesissitude should. 

Bad manners aside, this is an occasion to savor. it’s not often you start out with the upper hand, granted to you without any measure of foul play. "Well then why are you mad?" you ask coyly, turning the page to give the impression that you’re still focused on the book.

You’re somehow still surprised when she tears it away from you with her psionics, even though she’s been tearing shit out of your hands since before you were even together. Her fork is down on the counter and, as far as you can tell, she’s looking straight at you with those freaky eyes of hers. You look back. You firmly, vehemently ignore the curling warmth in your gut. 

It is jealousy that she’s feeling. She cares enough to be jealous of your last kismesis. Your thump tortoise is fluttering – what a wonderful sweep to be a bleeding-pump romantic. 

"You sparred with your ex kismesis," Sol says, gritting her teeth. She’s so cute you could explode. 

"Sad that we haven’t been sparrin’?" You ask, doing nothing to disguise your smugness anymore. "Worried that you’re just not stimulatin’ me anymore? Thinkin’ I’d seek other outlets?"

"No. I know VK never hated you," Sol says, smiling when she realizes she’s struck a nerve. Still, you know she’s lying. 

"So why are you still jealous?"

"I’m not jealous," she insists. "It’s just pretty damn crude if you ask me. I mean, really? You couldn’t even win? You had a gun. She had a handful of dice. You’re an embarrassment to me."

Well played. You’re actually a little bit humiliated now, despite knowing, logically, that she’s still jealous. You’re so frustrated by the accusation that you let her change the subject, just like that. "You know she’s lucky."

"You still did a piss-poor job. I mean, really? Where’s your aim?" Sollux begins to eat again, which shows that she’s comfortable enough to go back to her routine, which means that the smug asshole is winning. Fuck that.

"Bet you’d know about piss poor," you snip before you can stop yourself. Annoyance is loosening your tongue and she knows it. You hate her.

"Why? Because I’m a mustardblood? Very original of you." Sollux is completely unphased. 

Time to try a different tactic. "Fine. You caught me. I thought you’d be happy that I didn’t want to cause grievous bodily harm to someone who wasn’t my kismesis, but I guess not. Contrarian asshat."

"You don’t enter a spar without intending to cause grievous bodily harm."

She’s not even looking at you anymore, choosing instead to devote her attention to her palmhusk. She’s typing, which means she’s texting, which means she’s texting someone who isn’t you – since you don’t have fancy psionics, you have to do this the old fashioned way. You stand, crossing the block in just a few strides – these communal hive stem cells are really lacking in space – to snatch her palmhusk away. The fact that you’re able to only goes to show that she let you snatch her husk away, which only serves to incense you more. 

It’s clear what she wanted you to see. Teal text. Her informant, rubbing in how good her kismesis is compared to Sol’s pathetic seadwelling pet. 

The universe conspires once again to push you back onto your ass. Sollux lets you read, smiling like a little shit.

"You’re not defendin’ my honor?" You snap, feeling like you should at least do . . . something in this situation to claim back your dignity. "You’re just lettin’ Terezi, second in line to the hyperbole throne, embellish the lies of the hyperbole queen?"

Sollux shrugs. "If you had any honor to defend, maybe I would."

You glare at her.

"So. Again. Just to be clear on the situation. You’re trustin’ Vriska, filtered through Terezi, to tell you that I lost at a spar?"

Sollux snorts, monosyllabic and derisive. "Hate to break it to you, but you confirmed it. The details honestly don’t matter to me."

It’s too late to bring up her jealousy again. She’s already gained control of the exchange by having enough dirt on you to dispute whatever allegations you throw her way. She’s proven that, by her measure, you are beneath her. Again. Well fuckin’ played.

"Where did you put my book?" You snap, feeling thoroughly done with this conversation. Sollux only smiles.

“Aww, did you miss me, angel?”

 Virgil rolled his eyes, ignoring the heat that rose up the back of his neck. 

 “Right. Me, a lowly angel, missing the Prince of Darkness. I don’t think so.”

 Roman—a demon—actually pouted. 

 Virgil sensed the other behind him but when the demon wrapped his arms—and tail—around him, Virgil just sighed and pressed back into the touch.

 Their...relationship...was a complicated one, to say the very least. 

 “Don’t think you can try to distract me, Roman,” he said, turning around in his arms even as he said it. Unfortunately, as he was supposed to be watching over Remy, ready at a moment’s notice to guide the barista toward goodness, he was not doing a very good job at not being distracted.

 “Darling. I’m a demon. Distraction is inevitable. I’d be happy to give you a demon-stration.”

 Virgil actually snorted at that. He couldn’t help it. Ever since he’d become best friends with the human Patton, one that he had saved from Roman’s temptation, Virgil had become a sucker for puns. Roman seemed proud of himself. 

 Suddenly, his expression became sincere. Soft. 

 “I know we’re supposed to hate each other, kitten, but I don’t—”

 “Roman, stop.”

 “—hate you, Virgil.”

 Virgil grumbled under his breath. Here it came. 

 “I love you, kitten.”

 It wouldn’t be the first, or the last, time he’d said those words to Virgil.

 »»————　☠　————««

 Virgil thought back to the first time Roman had said those three little words. 

 He couldn’t recall the year—that was thousands upon thousands of lifetimes ago—but he could remember the day just like it was yesterday. 

 Roman had just beaten Virgil, tempting the human that they were both trying to win for their respectful bosses. 

 “Stop gloating,” Virgil muttered but he allowed a little sort at the victory dance the demon was currently doing. 

 “I’m afraid I cannot do that, Virgil.” He grinned happily, sun glinting off his canines.

 “You are very annoying.”

 “You know that you like me,” Roman teased, his voice sounding melodic as he spoke. Virgil’s eyes widened, his neck growing hotter and hotter. 

 “I do not!”

 “You do too—wait! Are you… are you blushing, angel?”

 Virgil groaned and threw his hands in the air. Of all the lifetimes he had known Roman, he couldn’t understand for the existence of him why he continued to be his friend. 

 Rather close friend, truth be told. 

 “Just… go back to your victory!”

 “What—oh right! Haha! I am the victor!”

 Thank God Roman had a one track mind where victory was concerned. He watched the other and snorted as a soft smile slowly slipped onto his face. Virgil rolled his eyes at the other’s continued antics but the grin did not leave his face. 

 “Aw! Look… what kind of expression is that? Does… does somebody have a crush?”

 He was once again saying the words as if they were a little lighthearted song. Virgil tensed slightly as the other closed the distance between them, watching his every move. Once the demon reached him, however, it was with a sincere and warm gaze that Roman regarded him. 

 Though he had known Roman long enough to know he had moments of sincerity, he couldn’t come up with one good reason why Roman would look at him with such warmth.

 “We’ve been at this for how long now, sweetheart?”

 Virgil didn’t know why but he didn’t have a good feeling about this. 

 “Stop,” he bristled.

 “Stop what, Virgil? I’m only pointing out the facts… Something I learned from Logan—you know, the human I stole from you.”

 Even when he was trying to be sentimental, he still had to go and rub it in. 

 That was so like Roman. 

 What Roman was saying, however, was true. They had been at this odd friendship-rivalry for a very long time.

 He also, maybe, was correct about Virgil having a crush on him. 

 Virgil didn’t have to admit it though!

 Not to himself, and sure as hell not to Roman. 

 “I don’t have a clue what you’re going on about, demon!”

 The blush that was currently inching up the back of his neck was completely ignored in favor of scowling at the demon. 

 “Uh huh,” Roman said, not sounding convinced in the slightest. 

 Virgil couldn’t really blame him but Virgil had always been difficult like that. 

 “Darling, we’ve been rivals, and friends, for thousands of years and for at least a couple of those thousand, we’ve been dancing around this thing between us.”

 “Thing?” Virgil asked incredulously. “We do not have a thing Roman.”

 But… perhaps they did.

 Still. Roman was a demon and Virgil was an angel. 

 It just wouldn’t—couldn’t—work. And Virgil, ever one to guard his heart, was not about to take a chance on something that had no hope of ever working out.

 “Virgil,” Roman began, sounding sad. He moved to stand right in front of him.

 Virgil was sure he should move away but, he was a little ashamed to admit, he just didn’t want to. 

 Looking down at the shorter being, Virgil sighed as he caught the adoration and affection in those golden eyes. 

 “Roman,” Virgil said, his tone defensive. 

 “Virgil… I’m certain I’m in love with you.”

 God damn it.

 “Why?”

 Roman looked confused and perhaps a little affronted. 

 “What do you mean ‘why’?”

 “I mean that exactly, Roman. Why? Why, why, why, why?”

 Virgil moved away from the other as he started to pace back and forth. 

 “You are a demon. I am an angel. Roman—it’s impossible.”

 “I like a challenge…”

 “There is no challenge here. There is no anything! We are supposed to be enemies! Why can you not get that?”

 Roman smiled a soft, sad smile. 

 “You’ll never be an enemy to me, sweetheart.”

 Virgil blushed and gestured wildly with his hands. 

 “Stop!” His pacing interrupted, Virgil put his face into his hands and groaned.

 Roman closed the distance between once more. 

 “Virgil, I am going to embrace you.”

 Roman gave the angel time to move away if he wished before pulling Virgil into his arms. Virgil tensed at first but made no motion to pull away. Eventually, he closed his eyes and leaned into the embrace. 

 “It’s okay, sweetheart. I love you and I’ve got all the time in existence for you to realize that we are simply meant to be.”

 “You simple minded fool…” Virgil grumbled but it was with a shaky breath that he gazed down at the other. 

 “I am far from simple, my dearest angel.”

 That was God’s Honest truth too. Roman was most eccentric. 

 “Yeah, yeah.”

 Roman chuckled deeply before pulling away just enough to take Virgil’s hand and bow over it, kissing the back of his hand as he looked up at him from beneath long dark lashes. Heart thumping heavily against his chest, Virgil quickly pulled his hand away before flailing his hands wildly once more. 

 There were quite a few times after that, but each one was met with Virgil’s dismissal. Confessions brushed off and pretended they didn’t make his heart stir. Denying what he wanted. It just never seemed like the right time. 

 Then again, in Virgil’s mind, no time would ever be right. 

 The next time Virgil could recall in complete detail was nine hundred years, give or take a couple hundred, after the first. 

 Virgil snorted as Roman growled the moment the human they’d both been watching over made the decision to stay on the straight and narrow. His lip curled slightly, showing off twin sharp fangs, making the demon’s displeasure clear as glass.

 “What’s wrong, Roman?” Virgil teased with a smirk. “Can’t take the heat? Get out of hell.” 

 Roman made a face and proceeded to actually stick his tongue out. 

 “Rude.” 

 Roman pouted but comfortable silence soon fell between them as they watched the human. Virgil was enjoying the moment but soon tensed. Companionable silence usually led to one thing. 

 “Virgil…”

 The demon’s voice was soft, warm, and gentle. It warmed him completely and when the other pulled him into a firm embrace, Virgil allowed it. 

 “Roman,” Virgil said after some time, his voice quiet and a little shaky.

 “Yes, dear angel?” 

 “We… we can’t.”

 “Why not?”

 “You are a demon and I am an angel.”

 “Very observant, my dear.”

 “Fool.”

 “Only a fool in love.” 

 “Oh my God, you are so infuriating.”

 Roman pouted at that but sighed and squeezed Virgil a little tighter. The angel gave a start as Roman’s tail curled around his leg but settled into the embrace once more, sighing.

 “All of your flirtation and embraces are not going to change the face that we are an angel and a demon, Roman. Nothing can change that.”

 “Who says anything needs to change? You being an angel is one of the many things I love about you, angel.”

 “Don’t use that word!” Virgil hissed, pressing his face into the other’s neck, blushing deeply. 

 A deep chuckle left the demon, Virgil feeling the rumble of it against his body with how closely Roman held him. 

 “Which word? Change? Angel?”

 Virgil pulled back to glower down at the demon. 

 “You know which word!”

 “Mmm… I don’t think I do. I’ve said so many words. It really could be any one of them.”

 Virgil growled. 

 “Stop saying ‘love’!”

 “Oh! That word!”

 “You knew very well I meant that word.”

 “Maybe… but I wanted to hear you say it.”

 Virgil grumbled again, ignoring the heat flooding his face.

 “You fiend.”

 Roman laughed heartily at that. A moment later, Roman pulled back to reach up, taking Virgil’s face into his hands. 

 “You know what comes next, angel.” He was right. Virgil new damn well what was coming next. 

 God damn him.

 “I love you, Virgil.”

 Virgil sighed heavily. 

 “I really wish you wouldn’t.”

 “Now, that’s not true.”

 It really wasn’t but Roman definitely did not need to be privy to that information.

 “I’m going to kiss you now.”

 Roman didn’t move to kiss him right away. Virgil assumed it was to give him time to move out of his embrace if he did not wish for the demon to kiss him. Yet, though Virgil knew he needed to leave right then, the angel just couldn’t bring himself to do it. 

 Roman smiled, pressing closer to the other as he leaned up, closing his eyes as he covered Virgil’s mouth with his own. Virgil couldn’t deny, even to himself, that he felt the intense spark in that kiss. He could, however, deny, to everyone for all of time that he most definitely kissed the demon back. 

 Especially to himself.

 There were many similar encounters that followed after that day. There were fleeting touches and longing kisses but Virgil could never bring himself to give into Roman’s offer completely. He had come close a handful of times but the closest had been in the Roaring Twenties when the angel and demon had finally gone state-side. 

 “Hello, angel~” A voice purred in his ear.

 Arms wrapped around him and Virgil pressed back into his embrace. 

 “Hello, fiend.” It was said with, perhaps, a little less grumbling than was normal. 

 “Mmm.” 

 Roman nuzzled into Virgil from behind, brushing his nose along the other’s neck and making him shiver. 

 “Nice to not be against each other… for once.”

 “Just because we have different charges, Roman, does not mean we aren’t against each other.”

 “You know what I mean, kitten.”

 Virgil sighed. Roman wasn’t wrong. He knew exactly what Roman meant but everything with him was all so confusing and complicated that he just didn’t want to deal with it.

 So he turned around in the other’s embrace, looking down at him with determination. 

 “Just shut up and kiss me, fiend.”

 If Roman was surprised by his request—okay, order—he didn’t show it. Instead, the demon smiled at him, love and adoration clear in his golden gaze. 

 “Anything for you, angel.”

 Roman reached up and held his face like he had so many times before. Virgil melted into the demon as the other kissed him deeply. If a soft, content sound escaped him as he wrapped his arms around the demon, Virgil would never admit it.

 The most recent time had been a week ago. Both of them had been assigned to the same human—a young barista named Remy—and Virgil had definitely had his work cut out from him. 

 “Oooh~ I’ve got this one in the bag!”

 Virgil rolled his eyes but had nothing to say. Roman was correct. In fact, even though Remy seemed like a good person, he would definitely fit in more with Roman’s crowd. 

 Roman grinned, flashing his sharp canines. 

 Virgil quickly looked away, ignoring the heat rising up the back of his neck and the way his heart began to beat rapidly in his chest. 

 God damned human disguise.

 God damned Roman.

 “What is that look for, angel?”

 Virgil startled slightly to find the demon so much closer suddenly. 

 “You freaking ninja, GOD!”

 Roman laughed at that, flashing his fangs once more. 

 Virgil really wished Roman would stop doing that! In what millennium had he started to find those nasty things adorable?

 “Why the hell don’t you wear a human disguise?”

 Roman blinked. He then grinned slowly. 

 God damn blush. 

 “Because no human form could ever compare to all of this.”

 Then, because he obviously had it out for the angel, Roman proceeded to gesture at all of himself while shimmying. 

 Virgil scoffed but it was weak and the blush coloring his face a pretty magenta told another story. 

 “Aww! So you do agree!”

 “Shut up, you!”

 “Nope!” Roman chirped, popping the end of the word as he flashed his sharp canines once more. 

 Virgil covered his face with his hands and groaned.

 “So cute!”

 “I am not cute!” Virgil growled but allowed the demon to pull him into a hug. 

 “Okay, okay. Put your claws away, kitten.”

 Virgil grumbled but leaned into Roman’s embrace with a content sigh. 

 If only the demon could leave well enough alone for once. This was Roman he was talking about, however, so that was impossible. 

 As if to prove Virgil right, Roman pulled away, causing Virgil to look down at him in surprise. The smile Roman regarded him with was softer and more sincere than Virgil had ever remembered seeing it. He tensed before relaxing once more, knowing what was coming and knowing, by now, there was no way to stop it. 

 Also, there was a part of him—a very small but extremely stubborn part—that didn’t want to stop it.

 “I love you, angel.”

 Virgil sighed heavily, nodding. 

 “Yeah…” he muttered. “I know, fiend. You never give me enough milleniums to forget.”

 Roman chuckled at that before taking his face into both hands and kissing him soundly. 

 Virgil was more than happy to give into his kisses in favor of stopping any further discussions on love. 

 »»————　☠　————««

 Which brought them back to the present and Roman, once again, professing his love for the angel. 

 Virgil’s heart was beating rapidly against his chest and warmth settled over him. Roman’s words and actions had had that effect on him for a very long time. 

 There was, however, a small but very significant difference. 

 For the first time since Roman had first confessed his love, Virgil felt that—perhaps—he could take a chance. 

 Then there was the sudden realization that he was wholly and unreservedly in love with Roman. 

 “I… I love you too…” Virgil said slowly, watching the other closely. 

 Roman’s head snapped up so fast Virgil felt bad for his neck. He didn’t have long to pity his neck, however, as golden eyes grew wide with wonder. 

 “Kitten… did you just—”

 “Yes, fiend! I finally said it! I love you! Are you happy now?”

 Roman smiled brightly, his gaze wet and filled with adoration and happiness. 

 “Very, angel. Oh so very!”

 Virgil sighed but smiled warmly at the demon. Shaking slightly out of nerves and the raw intensity of the moment, Virgil reached out to take Roman’s face into his hands. Brushing the other’s cheeks with his thumbs, Virgil held the other’s gaze. As if controlled by some unseen force, Virgil leaned in and kissed Roman softly—tentatively—upon his mouth.

 Roman sighed into the kiss, the sound a little shaky. Virgil quickly pulled back, looking down at the other with concern. 

 “What’s wrong?”

 “Nothing, angel. Just… just so happy.”

 He looked it too, beaming up at him and regarding him with so much love that it was almost disconcerting. 

 “Fiend,” Virgil said softly with affection evident in his tone. Roman chuckled softly. 

 “Angel.” 

 Virgil surged forward, kissing Roman firmly on the mouth. When his demon immediately deepened the kiss, Virgil reciprocated quite happily. 

 It was as the two kissed, the world continuing all around them, that Virgil had an epiphany. 

 Maybe, just maybe, a demon and angel falling in love wasn’t impossible after all.

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Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with Thomas Sanders or Joan, nor the rest of their group. I do not own or make money off of these characters. I only own the story as it is written.