Page 10 of The Devil You Know

My tongue traced the line of his spine to better sense the tremors of his body, feel how he was heaving for breath as I blew his mind.

“When was the last time you let someone fuck you?” I asked breathlessly, after sucking a series of hickeys onto his skin.

“N-not nnngh, not your business... ah... ahhh...” the angel said defiantly.

“When?!” My hand yanked at his hair, the angel’s spine arching into a tight, trembling bow.

“A long... ah! A long time ago! O-oh...” Michael whimpered as I pulled him onto my cock, stretching him around me and keeping him there for a few endless seconds. “Too long...”

“That’s right,” I let my voice gentle. “Too long, baby. But I will take care of you now. I will make sure your dirty little hole is always ready for me. I will give it to you so good. Isn’t this nice, my lovely? Mmm, yes, I can feel how close you are. Such a good boy. But do you know what a good boy should do when someone takes care of him? What should he say?”

Some would say the most magical word was ‘please’ but I had a phrase in mind that was even better. And Michael, even after millennia, knew what it was.

“T-thank you,” he said.

I slammed into him and let the waves of my orgasm drown me in pleasure, undone by those two words. My hand sneaked to his cock and the mere touch was enough for Michael to buck under me, a cry so loud it scared the birds from the nearby trees escaping from his lips. I milked him dry and emptied myself into him at the same time, my body working half on autopilot as my mind felt for a blissful moment as if I could touch the stars again.

I sagged onto the body under me, my head dropping onto Michael’s back as I rode the afterglow, enjoying being as close to the angel, my angel, as possible. Suddenly I felt elation at the thought there was no one here to bother us. No stupid reality to intrude on us for a time. No demands or scornful looks, or being judged, just the two of us, stripped bare to our essence.

Maybe we could get to know each other again.

“What’s your favorite color?” I asked. It had to seem extremely out of the blue, but Michael just reacted instead of pondering it to death.

“Blue,” he said, a content sigh following.

“It was purple before... right?” I asked, suddenly unsure if I remembered correctly. If the image of the angel from eons past I made in my head was even correct.

“It was,” Michael confirmed. “But it was because I still had the memories of how the world had looked when I was in my true form. Do you ever miss it? Seeing more colors than we do now? I do. The purple seemed to be the closest to what I was missing. But over the millennia I had taken a fancy to blue. It’s just so versatile. The blue hues stretching over the sky, the boldness of indigo dyed clothing, the sea mixing azure and turquoise in its waves... I guess I saw the baby blues of forget-me-nots and really couldn’t forget that color.”

I took a clue from the angel shifting under me and pulled away, my softening cock sliping from the place where it was cradled. Michael turned to face me.

“What’s yours?”

“Yellow,” I answered.

Michael hid a smile in my neck.

“Is it because of the stars?”

“Yeah,” I answered, a bit embarrassed. After all, we both knew the stars weren’t really yellow. But I was somehow taken with the human’s depiction of my creations. The weird five pointed shape was a brilliant, even if completely inaccurate, portrayal of pulsating heavenly bodies I had strewn about the universe. “Can you believe the humans are shooting for the stars? I mean, they already went to the moon. When I created the stars, I didn’t believe they would really see my work. At least not up close; it was always supposed to remain a faraway mystery. They couldn’t even comprehend the existence of other galaxies not so long ago and now... now they want to do more. Reach Mars. Explore beyond.”

“It’s admirable... and humbling,” Michael said.

“It’s crazy,” I huffed. We stayed leaning against each other in silence for a few minutes before I spoke again. “...do you think I could journey to the stars one day?”

Just as Michael missed the colors, I missed dancing among the points of light in the sky.

“Maybe. It may take centuries or even millennia for space travel to become accessible enough for you to go there... but you have time.”

I had time. I had all the time in the world. That thought was usually a curse of my existence; all the time to wallow in misery wasn’t a good thing to have. But maybe I could change that to all the time for waiting to reach the stars. To explore the universe I helped create. Travel the Milky Way, maybe even reach the places on the edge of space I created just for me, not believing even other angels would bother to explore so far.

I gave Michael a kiss on his forehead and it felt like me saying ‘thank you’ this time.

Chapter 4

We built our life together on that deserted island.

With time our cave, our home, grew in accommodations. We had a curtain over the ‘door’ now, made out of big leaves stitched together using the fibers Michael made out of plants. He made a rope as well.

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