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At zir mercy
Gabriel hit the concrete floor with a thud and looked around in confusion. One minute he’d been in his office working through paperwork and then he’d felt a strange tingling, tugging feeling and now here he was. He stood up, trying to brush the foul-smelling muck off his pale grey suit with a grimace and looked around, trying to figure out where he was.
Judging by the foul smell, flickering lights and constant drip of water he guessed he was in Hell. He’d only been once before to visit Beelzebub when they were planning what to do with the traitors, but the place was unforgettable. He took a couple of steps towards the doorway and yelped as he walked into what appeared to be solid air. He bit back a yelp and scowled at the open air before looking down to see the circle drawn on the ground in…something he’d rather not think too carefully about.
Fuck! He’d been summoned here! He snapped his fingers, trying to miracle his suit clean as a test, and nothing. Great, he was stuck in this circle without access to his powers, helpless in the face of whatever came next. Well, not entirely helpless, he was still physically strong and muscular, so he could try to fight his way out.
At that moment the door opened, and a small figure entered, their identity announced by the cloud of flies that preceded them. Beelzebub. Of course. No one else down here would have the power to summon an Archangel, and ze was the only one from down here who had had the opportunity to steal a hair from him. He was usually careful with anything that could be used against him like that.
Gabriel straightened his suit and put on a relaxed smile, trying not to let on how angry and out of sorts he was feeling. “Prince Beelzebub, what a pleasure. You didn’t have to go through all of this trouble for me, you have my phone number.”
Beelzebub looked him up and down with a considering sneer that made the Archangel feel like the smallest of new recruits who had fucked something up, it was all he could do not to squirm uncomfortably.
“Gabriel! I have waited zzzzo long for thizzzz.”
The diminutive demon walked up to the boundary of the circle and smiled at the archangel, much like a cat that had got the cream. For some reason Gabriel found the smile even more disconcerting than the sneer, he had absolutely no idea what was going to happen here that made zem look so pleased with zemself.
With an offhand gesture, Beelzebub snapped their fingers. It took Gabriel a minute, and the application of a breeze from somewhere for him to realise that his clothes were now gone, and he was standing there naked. He squared his shoulders and met the demon prince’s eyes with a challenge, he was not going to let his nakedness make him feel embarrassed. Sin or not, he was proud of his corporation, he looked after it, exercising to keep it strong and toned, avoiding filling it with unnecessary gross matter like some people. He knew he looked good. He raised an eyebrow in mocking query.
Beelzebub slowly inspected him from head to toe, gaze resting on certain parts of his anatomy on the way down. Gabriel did colour slightly when he found that one of those parts was responding to the inspection, there was almost a proprietorial air to the way the demon looked at him, as if looking over a new horse. He felt a strange wobbly heat deep inside, partly embarrassment, partly something almost pleasant that he couldn’t quite pin down.
The demon prince reached into the circle and stroked a finger down Gabriel’s chest, drawing a shiver from him. “Juzzzzt azzz lovely azzz I thought. I’m going to have zzzo much fun with you.” Gabriel took a step back, away from the demon’s unsettling touch. The action caused Beelzebub to laugh, a harsh raucous sound. “Don’t pretend you don’t like it, angels aren’t meant to lie.”
The archangel could feel heat colouring his cheeks and his cock hardening as he thought of all the ‘fun’ the demon could have with him. Suddenly he wanted that, he couldn’t deny he’d had the odd idle thought of the little brunette before now when he was relaxing in his office, now it was within his reach.
“Kneel!” Gabriel felt his knees bend against his will, dropping him to the ground again with a surprised cry. He sat back on his heels and straightened his back, if he was going to kneel, he was going to do it with proper posture as befitting someone of his status. The archangel almost made it look like he was the one in charge, despite his state.
“Good boy! The circle hazzz a compulzzzion zzzpell, but you’ll learn to obey without it in time.”
Gabriel almost moaned as the praise rippled through him, feeling him with heat and longing. He didn’t understand why he was reacting like this, was it another effect of the circle? Either way, he found himself wanting to feel that again, wanting to earn more praise. How had that happened?
Beelzebub stepped into the circle and Gabriel tensed as ze reached out to him, relaxing as ze stroked his hair tenderly. Relaxing was a mistake though as ze suddenly tightened zir fist, pulling his head back painfully. “Underztand, you are mine now. My toy from now on.”
Gabriel gasped at the hair pulling, eyes widening in surprise at Beelzebub’s words. “I don’t belong to you. I’m my own person.” It was a half-hearted protest, but he wasn’t going to give in to the demon that easily, even if his body was crying for him to do so. He tried to get up, to shake the demon’s hand out of his hair but ze held on tight, pulling even more viciously and slapping him across the face.
“Be zzztill!” Gabriel blinked in surprised at the strength of the blow, but when he tried to move, he found that he couldn’t. He struggled against the invisible bonds but didn’t get anywhere. He became a little desperate then, but no matter what he tried, he couldn’t move. Eventually he had to give in, slumping a little.
Beelzebub had watched dispassionately as he had tried to escape, smirking at him. “Yezzz, you can’t rezzzizzzt. Juzzzt give your will over to me, archangel.” Gabriel could feel the temptation taking over him, would it really be so bad? He had fantasised about the little prince for years, and if he gave in then he would get more of those lovely and confusing feelings. Heaven was so much pressure, so much expectation. If he only stopped fighting then life would be so much simpler, he would only have to worry about pleasing his Prince. Gabriel felt his thoughts getting muddy as he leant back against his Prince, he wanted to make them happy, wanted more of that praise.
The archangel gave in, tilting his head up to smile at his Prince, his face relaxed and blissful. “I’m yours, my Prince. Command me.”