Paradise

Paradise
FANDOM: Silent Hill

CHARACTER OR PAIRING: Valtiel and James

PROMPT: Paradise Suggested by: dreamerchaos

Disclaimer: I do not own Silent Hill, Konami owns the Hill and all of its glorious insanity. I am merely playing with it for my own amusement, I make no money from this work of fiction.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This took me forever and even now I don’t know if I am happy with it or not. This was started in the early part I think of last year, it’s suffered many different drafts and attempts. Valtiel remains as one of the hardest creatures to write. Also I am sorry to all the James/Mary shippers I kind of made her a righteous bitch. Normally she’s so much sweeter in my works.

RATING: R/NC17

WARNINGS: It’s a damn Silent Hill fiction, that should be warning enough. For those of you that don’t know what that means here’s the rundown: Blood, Pain, Masturbation, Sex, (None of it Het in this fiction) Near death experience.

His eyes were closed as the warmth numbed his body, soothing away his collection of aches and pains. In his hands the small bar of complementary mint scented soap lathered, working its way into extinction. The blessed hot spray of the shower cut trails through the heavy grime that covered him. Tainted water pooled around his feet before the grayish pink liquid whorled down the chipped drain of the hotel’s bathtub. He had survived and escaped the madness, somehow.

His fingers worked the fragrant bar against his skin, like an eraser over a mess of pencil lines, and the filth vanished leaving only his heat flushed skin behind. He’d score his body raw if that was what it took to remove the touch of that place, of darkness, pain, ash, and forbidden lusts. His stomach knotted, fingers trembled as his mind wandered back down the warped streets. His teeth sank sharply into his lower lip, and the stabbing pain was enough to shatter the nightmarish visions.

The dim lights sputtered and the water gurgled but it continued to flow. The thumb sized bar of soap squirted from between his fingers only to slide between his feet. His heart faltered with the flickering light. A small sound of terror ripped free from James as the pipes screamed before they burst breaking through the aged tile wall. Scorching steam blasted him. The shocked blond hissed in pain as he scrambled from the tub, his right foot clipped the ceramic lip, his arms pinwheeled, his hands grasping for some kind of purchase only to rip the flimsy curtain from the rod.

He twisted and writhed, the plastic sheet covered his naked body like some kind of strange and sheer robe. James gagged as a new smell filled the misty bathroom, pure unadulterated hell oozed from the exposed pipes. Black tar sewage seeped from the broken copper. Thick, meaty chunks fell into the scarred porcelain, the heavy glopping burble echoed off the walls.

The blond man’s throat burned and constricted, the sour-sick odor of decay suffocating him as he crawled along the floor. He didn’t dare try to put weight on his ankle as he crept along the damp tile. Against his better judgment he could feel his head turn his body shift to allow him a full view of the corrupted fixture. His eyes widened, and he could feel his body lock.

The raw sewage filled the tub, ropes of the black sludge fingered the once white sides as they slid to the floor eating into it. The decay spread quickly melting away the bleached white. Hands rose out of the vile gel clutching the rolled lip of the basin. Under the grip the ceramic cried in protest before it gave. Fragments of pristine white speckled a floor that had been consumed by rust and gore. The long fingers drummed against the shattered edge walking the jagged gap. They were coated in a thin casing of surgical latex stained a worrisome shade of red. Arms breached the viscous surface, cord like and ashen gray, covered in scars.

A mew of terror leaked from James’s parted lips as he tried to command himself to move. From the opaque depths of the midnight sickness a head emerged that was roughly human shaped. The lights flickered, fixtures that were probably older than him crackled before the bubs them shattered. Shards of glass splashed over the floor, cutting into the sheer plastic.

Heavy darkness lapped at the corners of the bathroom held back only by an eerie throbbing red glow. James huddled under the plastic sheet. His eyes drifted up to the not quite light. The ceiling had suffered just as the floor had, gone was the mostly white paint, in its place were rusted and exposed wires. A massive fan turned lazily, rotating the stale air. The liquid in the tub sloshed, a tidal wave of filth splashed over the sides. Mentally James cursed. He’d made a fatal mistake.

Fingers long graceful and in some ways almost feminine tangled in the torn curtain. In one fluid motion the plastic was whisked away exposing the blond to the misty light and the sightless gaze of the aberration. Heavy stained work boots tenderly toed at the huddled blond. The sheet was cast aside and the gloved hands hooked over trembling shoulders pulling the blond back. Leathered flaps parted with a whispering sigh as the man’s back arched. *Sinner.*

The one word that was not spoken but heard nonetheless cut through him leaving gashes in his soul that burned and itched as if they were already festering with infection, “Shut up!”
James yowled in desperation his hands flew to the sides of his head the heels of his palms pressed tightly against his temples as his eyes squeezed shut. His mind struggled to purge away the nightmare that had over taken his hard earned reality.

*Beloved Sinner, Sire of the Beasts of Judgment, Portal.* Each word carved a new oozing gash into his soul, and the servant of the Mother ran it’s dry onyx tongue over the chapped leathery flaps that acted as it’s lips. Yellowed jagged teeth were exposed in a manic grin. *I have come to take you home.*

James hands twitched his fingers scraped over his skull as he tried once again to will the nightmare back to the hell it had slithered out of. His nails raked over her scalp. “Leave me alone!” His voice cracked with desperation. He struggled to his feet, his ankle screamed in protest making him shift to favor it so he didn’t fold like a cheap lawn chair.

The feeling of sadistic amusement feathered though him making his skin crawl with the violation of undesired emotion. James twisted in the hooked grasp of the faceless mockery of life. His shoulders burned as deep discolorations bloomed on them.
His frenzied squirming brought him suddenly face to face with the creature that was tormenting him. A sewn mask of flesh covered its face the heavy rough cord threads were pulled so tight that if a true face existed under the leather it had been crushed flat leaving no trace of a nose and only the barest hints of eye sockets. The breath of the abomination washed over him. His own hands came up roughly pulling on the split writs of his captor. James’s fingers dug into exposed tissue and his nails bit into naked muscle the creature’s grip only tightened. That damned feeling of entertainment only grew with his struggles.

*Lash, twist, bend, and break your ivory body against me, Sinner.* The words that were not spoken yet lapped over every nerve in his mind like the skittering touch of a cockroach scampering over tiles. The abomination’s hands shifted, sliding over the man’s shoulders, tickling ribs before planting themselves under the captive human’s arms. *In your struggles little bird, in your fear and panic you are divine as the Mother’s own caresses. Such things, such small tastes of paradise have brought many a man to the brink of insanity.*

James was sure his skin was going to crawl off his body with the way it twitched and tried to shy away from the aberration’s touch. He hissed in pain when the faceless monster’s fingers speared the sensitive flesh under his arms. He scrambled to get his feet under him well enough to stand on his toes to try and lessen the agonizing digging sensation of the latex clad fingers. His ankle screamed at him but the pain was dull in comparison to the talon like gouging. “I’m not going back you can’t make me!” he howled.

Laughter unheard—but heard and felt—stroked over his body. *Oh Sinner, oh Portal of the twin beasts of Crimson and Ash, your arrogance is staggering! How dare you even think of uttering what I can and can not do! You know nothing.*

“I know enough, I got out of Silent Hill, I did it on my own. I took Maria with me we’re free the two of us. We’re going to—” He couldn’t say anything more his words died in his throat as leathery flaps of dry parchment like skin pressed against his neck in a mockery of a kiss. James squeaked as a very moist tongue trailed over his skin.

*Nay Sinner. You may lie to yourself as much as you wish, you may deny everything to yourself but you had best not dare to hide the truth from me.* Teeth scraped over his neck before they sank in hard enough to draw blood.

-Oh god it’s eating me.- The thought was anything but rational, and a hopeless moan left James. He was trapped in the mercy of a crazed nightmare come to life.

Pure ecstasy lit the creature’s tongue on fire as it sampled the odd ambrosia that was the blood of the self damned. His hips rolled and bucked pressing a newly awakened hardness against the Sinner’s fear clenched buttocks.

-Not again- James’s eyes screwed shut as his throat tightened. Just the very tip of his tongue slid past his lips trying to moisten them. He could feel his body tighten, unwanted warmth started to pool in the core of him, he was becoming aroused. Shame burned inside of him and it painted his cheeks a dark red. He knew that the last thing he should ever feel while being abused for the amusement of creatures that defied all reason was any type of lust. Yet his body was betraying him. –No please no. God don’t let this happen don’t let me be this kind of fucked up and sick. I loved Mary she was my world. She was tender and everything a man could want in a wife. And I’m sure I can love Maria, so she’s a little strange, maybe even a little whorish but I’m sure I can get her to clean up. – Tears threatened to fall as the beast continued to chew and slather kisses over the length of his neck with an odd almost reverence.

The touches that assaulted the human’s body could only be called abusive worship. Each one stoked the fire growing inside of him, his pains did not exactly vanish but they became distant notes in the tentative calling of pleasure. Gloved hands moved, the slick yet sticky digits traced over the faint lines of James body. The Hill had started to carve James in, something he hadn’t been since high school, something resembling active and fit. Toned lines were over taking the softness that had crept over him during his years of clerk work. A small yip left him as the creature worked its way down lower, the blazing trail of kisses and nips curved down his shoulder and its tongue slid teasingly down between his shoulder blades lapping away a bead of sweat that had gathered.

With a liquid movement the creature shed its butcher’s smock, and while it desired to draw out this rite for ages he knew the Sinner, trapped in his vice like shell of humanity, would never survive such bliss. The taste of his frailty, of his mortality, was caustic yet sweet, and it drove the abomination on. When he had been sent on this retrieval task he had balked, and wanted nothing to do with it, believing that it was a punishment to be sent off like a page, yet now that he had tasted the Sinner, feeling his skin and knowing him he knew that this was a boon from God. He longed to shatter the human shell of the Sinner to make him a true child of God, yet he knew that wasn’t his right. Such things were reserved for the Portal’s spawn.

James staggered as the naked abomination manipulated him drawing them back to where reality hemorrhaged and burst into a nightmare. His eyes widened and he gagged. “Please, just let me go!”

The beast tipped its head, and examined the foul concoction within the chipped tub. *Such a lowly thing, this aged tub, but it will serve.* With little effort he kept a grip on the struggling man, and walked them into the cooling ooze.

It was at that moment the screaming started in earnest, and it took James several seconds before he realized the broken cries of desperation were his as he was forced down onto his knees. His eyes screwed shut as he forced to face his current abuser’s pelvic region. He could feel the tip of the Demon’s erection brush his lips and he jerked his head away his lip curling with disgust.

If Valtiel had eyes in the way that humans did they would have rolled with at the pitiful display of continued resistance. *Is it impossible for you to just submit to your destiny Sinner?*
Part of him wanted to snarl a simple two word response. However James kept that part of him from doing as it wished. After all if he did that then his mouth would have opened, and he was much to smart to fall for that kind of trick. Out of the corner of his eye James caught movement, and his stomach roiled. The long gloved fingers of the creature walked and pulled at its throbbing cock, milking it.

*In the dawn of days, man lived ages in suffering madness. Man’s life was endless, and mercy was nothing but the dust of hope in a godless world ruled by discord. It was because of this endless agony that one man and one woman made an offering at the river side, the cradle of life, a snake and reed. It was from this offering that God was born. In her glory and wisdom she took pity on the suffering humans and bestowed upon them the peace of death.* Pearly drops wept from the tip onto the latex covered fingers. *Her tears and love anointed those that she embraced, her chosen, those that were to bring order and keep her message clear.*

It dawned on James in that moment that he was caught up in some kind of twisted rite of baptism and even as he fought the urge to turn and face the creature he couldn’t break the spell of the moment. His head turned, bringing him face to face with the head of the creature’s arousal. He watched in disconnected fascination as the creature smeared its seed on his forehead making him with a glyph that only the condemned would ever consider holy.

*Before those that were chosen the gate of Paradise opened! Bathing the chosen in her glory! Weep for that Sinner, your paradise is not of mercy.* The High, once perfect creature moved in a blur.

A small choked sound left James as he was pushed under the sludge the weight of the creature pinned him under the black wash of rot. His hands reached and clawed at the body struggling to free himself. He was gagging on the filth.

–Mary…-

*Weep, for those that would enter into such serenity, for they will never be as touched as you Sinner. Struggle and scream Sinner as you near the true gates of her Crimson passion.* The leather dry tongue traced over the worn flaps that were his lips. Under his hands he could feel the panicked thrashing. *Bleed out fear and impurity.*

It was in his mouth it was in his lungs and it was growing hard to think or make his limbs move.

_James?_

The voice it called him, and he would know that soft coo anywhere. His lips parted and he tried to call her name only to have the inky liquid fill his mouth.

_James honey? What’s wrong honey? Can’t breathe? James? Just let go, you don’t want to live any way. You’re in so much pain. It really would be for the best for every one around you if you just died. Can’t you see that?_ It was a distorted echo of what he had said, what he had wept as he held his wife pinned. Each word burned and he felt him self snap.

The fallen seraph watched dispassionately as the human exhausted him self fully and he allowed a full minute to pass before he pulled the Sinner from the corrupt baptismal fount. In his arms James weighed nothing. *Breathe.* Dainty steps and oddly tender care was taken in laying James out on torn shower curtain. *Draw air, and wake Sinner, your life is not forfeit. You have not lost that gift.* His words were dull commands said as after thoughts as each limb was arranged.

The Sinner’s chest heaved and a gravely cough shattered an eerie silence that had consumed the room His head turned and he wretched, black froth stained the plastic sheet. He couldn’t move.

Hands trailed over him and a weight hovered over him, the shadow that fell over him was crushing.

_Just let it be over. Close your eyes and sleep love._ It was Mary’s voice whispering and cutting into his heart, this time it wasn’t distorted echo, the words had been the final ones she’d ever hear.

Knees rested between James’s legs parting them leaving him totally exposed. A weak mewling sound left the prone Sinner, as the man realized that it wasn’t over. Those gloved hands slithered over him sliding down his chest tapping at his hips before they slipped down between his thighs, one hand feathered and curled around his newly reawakened cock while the other snaked down to trace over the rosy pucker of his anus. With little warning one of long fingers pressed against the tight entrance and battered its way inside.

James’s eyes snapped open with the familiar yet still alien feeling of something entering him and a hiss left him as his back arched with the intrusion. It was only one, and yet it came with a splitting burn, a burn that wasn’t all pain, and it left a small part of him that he was unwilling to claim as his own wanting, no needing more. At his sides his fingers curled digging into the plastic sheet. Ever so slightly his legs spread more, an unwilling invitation for farther violation.

The fallen once perfect creature looked down upon the Sinner under him. His hand gently working the human’s shaft while his finger slid and plunged into his inner depths, he could see that the human was balancing on the rusty edged razor of total denial and purely wanton behavior. *Oh Sinner how you would make any of Her creatures lust for you, how you would drive the lesser to madness. It is no wonder your beasts have laid claim, nor is it a wonder that she desires you for her Crimson paradise of blissful agony.* The abomination had no desire to take things any slower then he had been, as it understood things the Sinner would lose himself in ecstasy no matter how he was taken at this point. However, his desire did not factor into the rite he was performing. Taking far more care than he wished too he worked in a second finger into the blond human, forcing himself to keep his own carnal lusts leashed.

His back arched with the second invasion and his legs spread wider still bending at the knees. James light colored eyes screwed shut. –No this, not this please!- His head shook from side to side as his lips parted only to close. “Ssss-stop.” He forced the single word to come and it hung heavily in the air. “Just leave me alone.” He understood full well he was begging; just like he understood that he could indeed bring one of his feet to kick the creature, though the kick would be weak. Reacting that way would bring him nothing but more pains and it wouldn’t grant him death. No he’d tried that before with the Pyramid Headed things, and all he’d gotten was hours of torment, that turned into the most depraved animalist rutting that a human could endure.

Valtiel paid no heed to the broken pleas of the human. It did not matter now what the Sinner begged for, he would only be given what the rite allowed for. His own movements were bordering on mechanical, as he opened the snug channel allowing for a third finger to eel it’s way inside. The sadistic creature could see the veneer of rejection of disgust and denial of pleasure cracking; with each stroke and push the dear Portal, the sire of the Beasts of Crimson and Ash was waking to his true nature. *Repression of self Sinner is the lowest act man is capable of.*

Clever digits whorled and pressed over something inside of James, they robbed the world of color, and just for a second reality, as warped as it was, exploded into shards of pleasure. His hips moved bucking trying to recreate the nova inside of him.

Leathery flaps twisted and the fallen grew still leaving James to do every ounce of work. It was a sight to behold a man pushed to the brink only to try and force himself over the edge! He only let himself bask in the depravity of the scene for a moment, he did not wish for the Sinner to tire himself out again, nor did he wish the other to obtain what he had not earned yet. With little care he pulled his fingers from the Sinner leaving his inner halls empty and his throbbing erection abandoned.

Writhing bucking seconds passed before James fully grasped that he was left hollowed out, wanting. A strange flush colored his skin it was a mixture of desire and anger, “Son of a bitch,” his words were a rasping gasp as his chest heaved. “Son of a bitch.”

The twisted seraph leaned back his body posture that of utter detachment, in that moment he was grateful that the Sinner was not truly awakened. For any of Her true creatures would have smelled his desire, it was strong enough that the very air was choking with it. *Nay Sinner, nay Portal. You have demanded that I stop you have as you wish, yet now you curse me?* He pointed an accusing finger at the man who was slowly pulling himself into a sitting position. *You can not have it both ways. I can not both stop, and continue. I can only do one or the other. Yes I could take you, ravage your body, make you weep and scream for it. Yes I would revel in your tears Portal I would lap at the blood of your soul with the eagerness of a child lapping at sweet treats. However, doing so will only allow you to continue your denial of self.*

The words were a brutal slap in the face, they were nothing that James wanted to deal with, or think about. His need was growing into an almost acidic ache and the emptiness he was feeling was gnawing at the shreds of his sanity. –Not again.- He had not felt this need this crushing demand since he’d fallen into the rusted hell of the Hill. The beast that tormented him never called it quits after bringing him so close, they never pulled away in some kind of philosophical cock tease act. No they would never do that to him, they weren’t…-Mary-. He could feel himself shaking and it didn’t occur to him in that moment that he could have taken his own problem into his hands and silenced his dark hungers. “So you want me to crawl on my knees and beg you to fuck me?” He could feel his hands knotting up. –Mary used to be like that, make me beg and work for every little kiss and touch. And when I had her when I finally would get her, wear her down till she would let me have her…- James remembered that never once did she lose the fear in her eyes never did she once seem to fully desire him the way he had her. He’d broken himself apart for her given his everything for her, went to hell to find her and she, she couldn’t be bothered to do the same? Even after she made him beg for it!

*No Sinner those are not my desires.* That in itself was a lie, the angel did desire the Portal to beg scream and weep for his touch and release. However, such things could possibly come later. *I am no fickle woman, no frightened cock tease, and I assure you I am no wrathful bitch howling for release on a hospital bed.* Valtiel chuckled and let the very tips of his fingers bush over James’s erection watching as it leaked small beads of precum.

“Then what do you want.” Shameless and small he whispered and leaned into the touch, he couldn’t stop himself from slinking closer to the Angel.

*I have told you Portal, an end to your self repression.* Internally Valtiel was boiling with desires and his will was bleeding away. It was no wonder the Crimson beast had never performed this rite of acceptance, that creature was ruled more by it’s libido than God. *A willing act.*

James blood turned cold yet it did nothing extinguish the burning fire within him. –Willing act? With…- He made himself look at the abomination before him, it was a nightmare made real, faceless, scarred, looking at once to be made of leather or plastic. The physical condition of its body was not deformed at least, in fact it was lean strong and lined in pleasing ways, it was also very, very male. –I had a wife, before that I had girl friends, I’m not gay.- “I—I can’t.”

*You lie. However if that is what you desire, so be it Portal.* He jabbed a finger at the human’s chest. *Yet, I must ask have you ever had such pleasures in the arms of women? Have they filled you, burned your world to ash, made you scream and howl like the beast that you are?*

Filthy, filthy words, desires and worse yet… truth, he had never lost himself as deeply with any of his past lovers not even Mary. He had always had to be so careful with her, the second he ever got rough the tears would come and they wouldn’t stop. –A monster, she called me that some times. Monster she’d say it, she’d always be so sugar sweet after, like that ever made it go away. But was she right? Is that really what I am?- His arms wrapped around himself his jagged nails bit into his arms leaving uneven crescent marks. –Monsters, they’re monsters, just like me- His mind drifted to the twin nightmares, the personal demons his fractured soul had spawned, they were his they were part of him and they knew what they wanted, why couldn’t he? –It’s wrong so wrong.-

Valtiel made no move to stand or leave the human, he did however watch as the light of realization dawned brightly only dimming slightly under the heavy veil of self loathing. *So you are starting to understand Portal. You will never be free of the desires that make you who you are. Humans are odd creatures what does it matter of pleasure comes from a cock or cunt? What does it matter if blood weeps from wounds as desire drips from one’s sex? So fast to label what is correct and what isn’t, so fast to pervert Her gifts and deny your own needs! One willing act Portal. That is what I ask for, and you should know how deeply a man can desire that.*

Slowly he moved crawling close to the abomination each of its mental words cutting deep bleeding out one infection only to plant the seeds that would foster something darker. –One touch one kiss that I didn’t start.- He had hungered for that for years yet he had been a man starved of it. A shaking hand was placed on Valtiel’s naked thigh. “I…” he started to speak but he couldn’t.

An almost tender hand stroked his sodden hair. *Say nothing and just act, you already know what you need, take it.*

He knew, but he also knew that he didn’t want to have control he wanted to be ravaged, pinned and forced under the other.

_Sick, sick, sick!_

James’s body was trembling and he remained still one hand on the creature’s thigh his throat and mouth dry as ash. His heart pounding in his chest as he weighed the options he had. Shaking hands reached and shifted the nightmarish thing, pushing hard against him laying the abomination down on the ground, under him. He was sure his guts were going to be jackhammered loose as he straddled the faceless thing. His breathing hitched as he lowered himself down onto creature. James hissed and froze the second he felt the tip of the aberration’s erection pressing against his entrance. He bit his lip his teeth sunk into the tender flesh as he lowered himself down, he couldn’t stop from whimpering as his body took in each inch sheathing the fallen.
Time paused. Valtiel did not move, instead he carved the moment into his mind’s eye to keep it ever fresh.

The position was strange for James but it wasn’t as uncomfortable as he’d feared it would be. Tentatively he shifted, feeling the harness within brush against his inner walls. Slowly he moved sliding himself up only to slide back down, the sensation made his breath catch. His eyes closed once more as he just tried to focus on the feeling of the thickness and the heat of his partner.

_James you bastard! Is this why you wanted me dead?_

His throat burned as he bent forward his hands curled around the scared shoulders of the abomination under him. –Shut up Mary, shut up you sour hag! You never, you never once gave me what I needed what I wanted. I was so good to you, but what was I to you? Something you could own? You never had to work I did, I took a job that I hated, that was killing me all for you. All so you never had to leave the house unless you wanted too. And then you got sick, and any time that would have been mine was put into more work. You never were cheap! And then you died, and you still wanted to keep me. That letter, you made sure that I’d come after you didn’t you! Well I did come after you right into the hell you thought you made for me you thankless bitch!- His body was shaking but he couldn’t make himself move. He could almost feel her eyes on him and he burned with shame and rage. He was caught on top of a nightmare, with more then just his pants down.

Dark amusement tickled the nether region of his heart. Oh how that woman’s soul raged, in life and in death that harpy tongue never dulled. And the Sinner had suffered and wallowed under her all in the name of what he had been told was love. Salted drops of water, the blood of the Sinner’s soul leaked from eyelids that were crunched tightly together. *Abandon her James, leave the dead to rot a thing like her would never enter into the embrace of the Mother. She is nothing James, nothing but another chain that has bound you.* A gloved finger traced the trail of wetness leaving behind a track of gore. *Embrace what you need.*

_James this is sick and you know it is. It’s a perversion! It’s some kind of depraved game of cut up and fuck._

James could feel his hands shake as his ragged nails dig in. He was finding it hard to breathe and it was almost impossible to think. He was tired, cored out in mind and soul. How could he say anything when his throat was so raw? “Please.” He didn’t even know what he was asking for what he was pleading for any more he just knew that he needed.

The full choir of her host did not sound so divinely pure. Leathery flaps parted in slight awe, the Sinner might not understand his own needs, but the Sinner didn’t have to understand he only had to endure. *Submission Sinner, in true Submission there is ecstasy.*

The human could hear the odd stress the capitalization of the S in the word submission and it chilled parts of him and lit others on fire. His eyes opened. He only had a second to realize that his body was still in a state of arousal that was growing to the point of agony before his breath was stolen and the world blurred and shifted. His heart leapt and crashed in his chest, he was pinned under the Nightmare its weight suffocating. James couldn’t make himself look away from the faceless visage of the fallen. His first reaction was to try and expel the other from his body, to fight and escape. His hands pushed battered at the creature. Mottled skin was raked by jagged nails.

A single hand moved and wrapped around the Sinner’s throat, the fingers fell into place covering marks that had started to form since the last embrace. *Your ability to cause vexation knows no limits.*

The edges of the world dimmed and James felt himself open to the creature. To his own horror his hands stopped pushing, they grasped and his hips bucked. Confusion ate away at him and he would have tried to understand it, but the bastard moved. The faded edges exploded in a wash of white.

Under him the Sinner moved arching into his hand and pressing back to meet each thrust. They were losing themselves, finally surrendering to an arcane tempo that would never grow silent. Control was lost as God’s valet dominated the Sinner. Lips and leathered flaps met and parted and feathered over necks and shoulders as hands slid and tangled. New lines of red were drawn by nails as the Sinner struggled to keep in time.
*Surrender Sunderland part yourself and slip under the torrent of your desire.*

It struck him, suddenly and completely, he howled out something in a language that no being really understood once the act of animalistic mating ended. His seed splashed over the chest of the angel, the release pulling him as tight as a violin string. He clamped down on the thickness inside him, milking it for every searing drop it spilled. James was sure he was filled to the point of dripping, his hands clutching leaving their final marks on the shoulders of the nightmare.

In his mind’s eye the world blew apart and just for a second he cold almost grasp it, that ever elusive key…paradise