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When Satoru came to, he remembered nothing but pain. A burning sensation piercing his body, pushing him forward with the force of the hit. Falling, he remembered falling past the clouds, past his fellow divine as he blacked out.
He woke up lying in a pile of bloody leaves with his legs twisted up underneath. His head was throbbing under the weight of stress. Satoru made to move his wings before he froze. Wings. With a shaking hand, Satoru reached behind him to grasp at-
nothing.
Where there should be a glorious masterpiece, each gold-speckled white feather perfectly tapered to a point, was a bloody stump that screamed with every scratch of Satoru’s fingers.
Satoru wanted to scream, but he couldn’t breathe. He called out in his mind for heaven, but nothing called back. His remaining wing fluttered lifelessly without its duo as Satoru clawed at his back, as if he could tear a new wing out of the bruised skin. His fingernails scraped off bits of flesh and blood, like a prisoner tearing at jail walls for freedom. Satoru curled in, taking heaving breaths as his eyes filled with pearly tears. His heart ached heavily with the weight of betrayal and loss. What happened to him? Where was His help when Satoru needed it? Why was Satoru allowed to fall so miserably and painfully?
Satoru was going to die here, him, one of the greatest Seraphim to attend to His needs. Unable to fly and fallen from heaven, he was doomed to suffer on the mortal plane until someone-or something-put him out of his misery.
“Oh, you poor thing.”
There’s a mortal kneeling in front of Satoru. With his hand stretched out invitingly, he smiled, a strand of black hair falling softly on his cheeks.
“Don’t be afraid,” the man said, “I saw you falling from the sky while I was traveling and thought you might be injured.”
“Who are you?” Satoru sniffled, slowly leaning up to stare at the man’s face. He had never seen a living mortal before but he couldn’t help but think that this man was one of the most beautiful creatures he had ever seen. Long, black hair that looked as soft as feathers and glowing eyes the color of purple sunset clouds.
The man’s hand reached forward, and when Satoru didn’t react, gently brushed his tears away. “Geto Suguru,” the man offered, “You’re injured, angel, will you let me help you?”
“Not an angel,” Satoru immediately corrected. He tentatively reached up to hold Suguru’s hand still. It’s warm, so warm. So unlike the cold embrace of heaven. “A seraphim. I am Gojo Satoru, mortal.”
“Satoru.”
Satoru has never had his name said so reverently before.
“I apologize, dear seraphim. If you let me help you, I can take you somewhere safe and treat your injuries.” Suguru’s thumb began to rub soothing circles on Satoru’s palm as he smiled. “This place isn’t safe for you and I can protect you from anything.”
A part of Satoru screamed at him not to trust a mortal. But the other part of him saw Suguru’s reverent eyes and felt his warm hands and wanted nothing more but to follow this human wherever he went.
Heaven had already forsaken him. What more could Satoru lose? Perhaps this beautiful mortal could be his salvation.
At Satoru’s nod, Suguru slowly reached around his body, checking to see if Satoru was uncomfortable. He brought the seraphim into his arms, pointedly avoiding his missing wing as Suguru stood up.
Satoru leaned against the human’s chest in disbelief of how warm Suguru was. It was like there was a miniature sun engulfing him, soothing his achy bones. He wrapped his arms around the human’s shoulders, inhaling the smell of earth and metal. His back throbbed with every step but Satoru could finally breathe again. Suguru’s arms held him close as he walked through the forest, to where a large, white and blue dragon was waiting.
“This is my familiar, Ryo,” Suguru explained to an awestruck Satoru, “He’ll take us back to my home.”
“Do you know dragons are the enemies of heavenly beings?” Satoru asked, “Will it hurt me?” He knew all the legends. It was the arrival of a dragon that was thought to mark the downfall of heaven and His will. At the sight of a red dragon with a maw as large as the sun, hell below would erupt and a war would begin between the devils and angels. Although, Satoru thought, it was hardly his problem now. In his state, he could barely walk let alone hold his sword. But Satoru wondered who this human was, that he could tame such a ferocious creature.
“I raised Ryo myself. He would never hurt you.” The dragon chuffed softly at its name and lowered its head in submission. Suguru sat on the dragon’s back with Satoru sitting sideways to avoid brushing against his wings. With one hand, Suguru tilted Satoru’s chin upwards. “Do you trust me, pretty seraphim?”
Yes, Satoru decided. He trusted this wonderfully alluring human because he was nothing but a weak being with nothing else to trust. This human was strong and warm and kind and so gentle.
During the flight, Satoru took the time to examine his savior’s face. A strong jaw, a calm gaze, and so much life thrumming through Suguru’s body.
“Are all humans like you?” Satoru asked. His wing wrapped around his body to shield him from the wind.
“You could say I’m a bit of an exception.”
“Why?”
Suguru smiled, hand tightening around Satoru’s waist. “I’m a king, dove. It’s my life duty to watch over and protect other humans.”
Satoru hummed quietly. He reached up to trace a finger around Suguru’s ear, fascinated by the black stone pinned on. He knew about human kings and how they were supposed to be gracious and just. This human was a special human. Satoru liked the sound of that. This special human treated him with reverence and devotion.
“Will you show me around your kingdom?”
“Perhaps, when you are feeling better. But it’s quite large and I wouldn’t want you getting scared.”
“As long as you stay with me, I won’t be scared,” Satoru assured him. He wanted to see how humans that Suguru protected lived. No seraphim had ever spoken to a mortal before, and Satoru was fascinated by the possibilities.
“Oh you don’t need to worry.” Suguru’s hand is so warm around Satoru’s waist and his eyes are so reverent. “I will never leave you, my dear.”
———
Suguru’s kingdom was a welcome sight on the horizon. Despite the human’s efforts to comfort him, Satoru wanted to dismount the dragon as soon as possible. As they flew over the town surrounding the looming castle, Satoru saw townsfolk, tiny humans, point up in delight. Suguru directed Ryo to fly closer to the buildings and waved to the people to their delight.
Ryo flew a circle around the castle giving Satoru the chance to take in the massive structure. Reinforced walls and towering spires gave it an intimidating appearance. Crimson flags rippled in the wind at every corner and spike. As the dragon descended down in a massive courtyard, guards emerged from the doorways to line up in formations to greet the king. Satoru pressed himself closer to Suguru, nervous about the sudden appearance of so many unknown humans. His wing swept over his back to cover his face as he peered shyly over. Suguru dismissed the guards after their welcoming chants with a wave of his hand until only two people remained.
“Satoru, I know you must be overwhelmed by everything around you, but I want to introduce you to two very important people.”
The people in question approached Ryo and Satoru gently unfurled his wing to examine them closer. They were young men, one with black spiky hair and the other with soft pink. The man with black hair was dressed in an elegant garb befitting a noble while the other was wearing traditional guard armor, but with a black and crimson band around his bicep.
“This is Megumi, my adoptive ward and heir and the other is Yuji, the captain of the guard,” Suguru explained as Megumi and Yuji greeted Satoru respectfully. “Yuji will watch over you when I can’t be with you, so if there is anything wrong, you tell him.”
Something about that nagged at Satoru as he looked back. “What do you mean when you are not with me? You are leaving me?”
Suguru smoothed his hair reassuringly. “Not by choice, dove. As king, I have responsibilities that I have to take care of but there’s no need for you to worry, every free moment I have, I’ll spend with you.”
“I’ll make sure to take great care of you, sir!” Yuji piped up. He had a reassuring, bright smile that assuaged some of Satoru’s worries. If Suguru trusted these two humans, then surely Satoru could too.
“Yuji will show you to my room, where you can wait until I’m finished with my business.” Suguru helped Satoru down with an easy lift from Ryo’s back. “It shouldn’t be long.” He directed the rest of his words to the guard. “Straight to my chambers. I trust the rest of the castle has been informed about the importance of our guest?”
Yuji saluted in confident affirmation as he ushered Satoru towards the castle. Satoru looked back at Suguru, seeing the king wave cheerily at him before being engaged in a conversation with Megumi.
The guard led Satoru through the castle, chattering about the interiors and the people and any topic that crossed his mind. Satoru did his best to pay attention to the conversation but he was distracted taking in everything around him. Everything was so new and different and Satoru was endlessly curious about how humans lived in this imposing structure. Yuji led him down winding corridors and colorful mosaic windows before stopping in front of an elaborate red and gold door.
“This is His Majesty's chambers,” Yuji explained, “Is there anything you would like me to get for you while you wait for him, sir?”
“Now that you mention it…” Satoru was feeling the full force of pain from his injury now that the adrenaline had faded. He was also grimy from his ruined tunic. “If you have a spare set of clothes and medical supplies, that would be appreciated.”
“I’m sure His Majesty wouldn’t mind if you took some clothes from his closet. As for treating your injury, the king will take care of it, but there is water in the room if you would like to wash up.”
Satoru entered the room alone, slowly looking around. The room was massive, with dressers and tables of trinkets along the edge. A wooden desk was pushed by the wall with stacks of papers and books balancing on top. In the center, a matching four-poster bed with red curtains stood, almost beckoning Satoru to lie down. The seraphim sat down on the edge, almost giggling in his excitement. He was really here, sitting in the middle of a mortal’s bedroom, waiting for a human. He bounced up and down on the bed, stopping only when his back sent spikes of pain up his spine.
Right. His wing.
There was a basin of water on top of one of the tables with clean towels. Unable to see his wound, Satoru gingerly cleaned his body, trying to avoid aggravating his back. He tried to dab some water over the missing wing but the fabric caught on the injury, causing Satoru to gasp in pain. He would have to wait for Suguru.
Opening a dresser, Satoru tried to choose what would be easiest to put on. As he expected, none of the clothes had holes for wings. But he found a soft pair of pants and a shirt that he tore the back open. Just as he finished slipping his arms through the garment, there was a soft knock at the door.
“All settled in?” Suguru asked. He had a box in his hands. At the sight of the human, Satoru couldn’t help but smile.
“Yes, your room is very spacious and Yuji is very friendly.”
“That’s good, I’m glad to hear that you like everything.” Suguru sat next to Satoru, casting a critical eye over the shreds of fabric and dirty towels. “I have supplies to treat your injury. I know you must be exhausted from your ordeal.”
Pulling supplies out of the box, Suguru began to methodically clean Satoru’s back. The seraphim winced at the pain but he tried to stay still to make Suguru’s work easier.
“You’re doing so good for me, lovely,” Suguru murmured, sending shivers down Satoru’s spine for different reasons besides pain. Suguru carefully pressed gauze on top of the clean wound to protect it. “Your other wing is dirty too. Would you like me to clean it as well?”
Satoru hesitated. He never had anyone else touch his wing before. Divines sometimes would help each other preen and comb each other’s wings but Satoru never asked for another’s help. To touch another divine’s wings was a show of trust and mutual respect.
“Satoru?”
Suguru wouldn’t know what touching wings meant, Satoru thought. He was a human, a very handsome human who has been very kind to him. And besides, it was not as if Satoru could trust anyone else in this unfamiliar place.
Satoru turned his back so his intact wing could expand to its full length. “Be gentle, please.”
Every touch along his wing sent electrifying sparks through his back and limbs. Suguru would touch a vein and Satoru’s finger would involuntarily twitch. Soft hands would caress a feather and Satoru would tremble. He felt so vulnerable, sitting here at the mercy of Suguru. Yet he also felt comforted, like he could just drift away in the embrace of sleep and Suguru’s loving touches as the human cleaned his wing.
“Tomorrow, I’ll show you around the castle,” Suguru murmured, “Is there anything you would like to eat for meals?”
“I don’t need human food.” Satoru could barely rouse himself out of his stupor to answer Suguru. Once the human had finished cleaning his wing, Sugaru wrapped his arms around Satoru’s waist to gently lay the seraphim down on the silk sheets. Satoru was pliant in his hold, easily folding in to fit alongside Suguru’s body. He was so, so tired.
Drawing the covers over them, Suguru combed through Satoru’s hair, untangling matted strands. “Rest, pretty dove, I’ll take care of you.”
And so Satoru did.
——
The days passed by in a golden haze. Every morning, Satoru would wake up, the heat of Suguru’s body long gone next to him, to birds chirping in the window sill. He was never in any rush, leisurely stretching in bed. Suguru would leave him an outfit on a spare chair, as Satoru wasn’t sure what was considered proper for him to wear. Sometimes it would be a cream cotton tunic with red trimming and matching silk pants. Or a soft dress, delicate and flowy along the sides. Satoru would wear anything without question, marveling at the variety of choices humanity had.
Suguru couldn’t always join him, always citing the busy duties of a king. He toured Satoru around the castle to show him areas that might interest him and gave him keys to access the rooms. But recently, due to certain responsibilities that Suguru didn’t elaborate on, the king couldn’t spend much time with the seraphim. So Satoru would wander the castle alone. No one ever spoke to him, except for Megumi and Yuji. Any servants that passed by would politely bow but back away before Satoru could engage them in conversation. But the seraphim didn’t mind too much; he had little interest in any other human beside Suguru. Food was of little concern, as the divine didn’t require substance. So Satoru would spend most of his time in the massive palace library, pursuing human works with a keen eye.
But recently, Satoru discovered a new joy in the castle. Somewhere unlike anywhere else he has ever seen since his creation.
Suguru had mentioned it in passing, after Satoru had finished telling him about the latest book he had read one night.
“Garden?” Satoru asked, “That is where humans keep plants, right? What is special about a garden?”
Sugugu smiled indulgently, used to Satoru’s bombardment of questions. “I’ll show you tomorrow, dove. I think you’ll love it.”
And Satoru did. Plants, of every color, shape, and size. Leafy trees reaching into the sky, delectable fruits hanging enticingly from their branches. Flowers that seemed to follow Satoru’s every move with their radiant petals. Every time he visited the garden, he would discover something new. Stepping off the cobblestone path, Satoru would examine every plant with the help of an atlas he pulled from the library. He learned all their names so that when he would gently brush his fingers over the leaves, he could smile and greet them. Satoru would never pick any of them, even if Suguru offered.
“They’re alive too, Suguru,” Satoru would explain. The human trailed closely behind him, tucking a stray piece of Satoru’s hair behind his ear as he leaned forward to examine a flower. Clematis, a deep purple almost as striking as Suguru’s eyes. “To pick them would be killing them.”
“You’re so sweet, Satoru.” And Satoru would turn to smile at him as he felt his heart swell with affection. Even among these beautiful flowers, Suguru still was the most wonderful thing to Satoru.
He decided his favorite spot in the garden was a grassy clearing, with cobblestone benches in a circle. A giant tree with pink blossoms provided the perfect amount of shade for Satoru to relax and read under. Birds perched on top of the tree’s branches to serenade Satoru every day. Sometimes, a few daring ones would approach him to peck at his feet and peer at his book from on top of his shoulders.
Suguru found him there one day, lying down on a bench with his feet in the air and his head resting against a pillow of blossoms.
“So this is where you’ve been spending all your days,” Suguru mused as he sat down next to Satoru.
“Yes! You have such a magnificent tree in your garden, Suguru!” Satoru continued to praise the tree and the garden and all the flowers around him, relishing in how Suguru focused all his attention on him.
“It feels like you like spending time with this tree more than with me.”
“No!” Satoru reached for Suguru’s hands, protesting the idea. “You’re my favorite to spend time with, of course. It’s just, you’ve been so busy and-”
Suguru chuckled, clearly amused by Satoru’s flustered words. “Just teasing you, dove. But you won’t be lonely, I’ll be able to spend more time with you now.”
“Really?”
“Of course, I won’t leave your side. I can buy you some new clothes and books. How about some story books you can read to me?”
Satoru laughed in delight, all thoughts of trees and gardens forgotten at the idea of spending time with Suguru.
——
The next day, Satoru went out into the garden only to see a lifeless stump with blossoms scattered on the ground. The birds were missing, clearly migrating to better branches and sweeter fruits in the garden. Without the tree, the clearing was cold and dull.
“Oh the tree? It rotted in the middle, how terrible, isn’t it?” Suguru brushed a hand against Satoru’s feathers, relishing in the sighs the seraphim let out. The human had quickly learned Satoru’s sensitive spots along his wing. “Poor thing, I had the servants remove it before the rot spread to the other plants. I’m sure you understand.”
Poor thing indeed. What was it like? To be living such a peaceful life and then having your entire existence uprooted in seconds.
“I’ll plant another beautiful tree for you there, dove. This one will have blue flowers to match your eyes. You can pick out some seeds from my collection to grow too.”
Suguru winded an arm around Satoru’s waist and pressed his hand against his nape and Satoru relaxed, lost to the sensations of warmth caressing his neck. A blue tree would be nice. Perhaps Suguru could look at it and be always reminded of Satoru.
——
Satoru watched Megumi and Yuji walk alongside the courtyard edge, a radiant smile on Itadori’s face and a smaller, but equally as pleased one on Megumi’s. They were walking close, almost hand-in-hand but not quite. Satoru was reminded of the cats that Megumi kept in the garden, even if he would deny it if Satoru ever asked. The boys were like two cats with their tails intertwined, soft whiskers rubbing on each other affectionately.
Yuji turned towards Megumi as if to whisper something in the prince’s ear. When Megumi turned back, Yuji pressed his mouth to his, an action that left both boys blushing red like the crimson banners fluttering above them.
Satoru tilted his head in curiosity, wondering why they looked so flushed. That must have been another human custom he was unfamiliar with. He touched his lips, tracing the outline with his fingertips. Suguru would know what it meant.
“Kissing?” Suguru chuckled, “Do the divine not know what that is?”
“I know what kissing is,” Satoru huffed from his spot on Suguru’s lap. His head was resting across the king’s robes with his wing drooping down on the floor. Satoru flapped his hand childishly as he explained, “I just have never seen it before. I know it means that two humans like each other. But they looked so red afterwards…” Satoru trailed off as he noticed Suguru gazing at him with amusement.
“Do you want to try it with me, Satoru?”
The seraphim paused. Kissing? A sacred human act with Suguru?
Taking his silence for agreement, Suguru removed his hand from where it was playing with Satoru’s hair to push the seraphim higher on his lap. Satoru moved easily, lying his hands across Suguru’s shoulders and draping his wing across his back. He couldn’t help but flinch as Suguru caressed his cheek. He was feeling hot, sitting there trapped under Suguru’s hands and gaze, pinned like a prey under the king’s control.
“Don’t be scared.”
“I-I’m not,” Satoru denied, shivering slightly as Suguru moved closer,
Suguru hummed sympathetically, pulling Satoru close so their chests pressed together and strands of Suguru’s hair tickled Satoru’s cheek. “Just keep your eyes on me, dove.”
Transfixed, Satoru’s breath hitched as Suguru drew closer and closer and closer until–
Oh .
Suguru’s mouth pressed against his in a gentle kiss. Satoru tightened his grip on the human’s shoulders, sighing quietly into the warmth of Suguru’s body. Satoru was going to fall all over again, he realized. He was going to die here, pinned underneath Suguru’s lips. His wing fluttered uselessly, as if it was trying to fly him away but Satoru couldn’t move. His body was shaking and burning and trembling and everything was melting away as Satoru couldn’t focus on anything but how Suguru held him and how his tongue was tracing the outline of Satoru’s lips.
And then Suguru slipped his tongue inside and Satoru let out a moan.
Jerking away, he covered his mouth, shocked by the noise. He stared at Suguru, taking note of his red lips and soft eyes. Did Satoru’s face look like that? Was his mouth also pink and swollen and marked from Suguru’s touch?
“Did you like that?”
Satoru nodded, his hands still covering his face. He liked kissing very much. It made Satoru’s mind melt like putty as he couldn’t focus on anything other than the sensation of Suguru’s touch.. If he was a human, he would do this every waking moment.
“We can do that anytime you’d like,” Suguru reassured him, “There’s ways to make it feel even better.”
“Ok,” Satoru whispered, “Can you do that again?”
“Do what?”
“The thing where-” Satoru struggled in embarrassment, trying to describe what had happened. Taking pity, Suguru wrapped a strong hand around the back of Satoru’s nape, pulling him close.
“Come here.”
And Satoru let himself fall all over again.
——
Once Satoru learned what a kiss was, he kissed Suguru every chance he got. Waking up, reading in the library, watching Suguru work. Every possible moment, Satoru would settle in Suguru’s lap, caress Suguru’s cheeks, and press a long kiss to Suguru’s lips. The human taught him how to angle his face, part his lips and hold himself close to the mortal’s chest.
It was such a wonderful thing, this human tradition. Satoru wished he could teach the other divine about kissing. Satoru wished he could show the other divine all the amazing human things. Alas, to do so would go against the Lord’s teachings. Humans should stay in the human plane while the divine stay in heaven.
Everytime Satoru thought about the holy teachings, something hurt deep in his chest.
Suguru always seemed to know when Satoru’s thoughts strayed to heaven and his mood dampened. He also always knew how to make Satoru smile.
In the safety of Suguru’s chambers, the king was preening Satoru’s feathers as the seraphim lazily read passages from a book. Satoru was much more open to Suguru touching his wing, enjoying how reverently he treated it. Truly, Satoru was open to any of Suguru’s touches. He was like a pet, greedily taking any bit of affection he could get.
“Would you like to try on the new shoes I bought you, Satoru?”
Satoru nodded absentmindedly, too engrossed in his book. “Listen to this Suguru, this woman is begging this priest to pray for her sick son but the priest refused. He said that praying for the son won’t help alleviate his sins. Isn’t that so strange?”
“Why is that strange, dove?” Suguru kneeled on the floor with a shoe box in his hands. They were pretty things made from crystal glass with blue flowers on top.
“The Father always forgives, no matter the sins.”
“You seem so confident in that. Is that what you really believe?”
“Of course!” Satoru put his book down to gaze at Suguru questioningly. “Is it not the same for mortals?”
“Humanity’s experience with the divine can’t always be described as forgiving.”
“But that’s not right-” Satoru struggled around the idea that he might have been taught wrong. “All divine learn that mortals praise the heavens for their generosity-”
“And who was the one who taught you that?”
Satoru was speechless. Wrapping a hand around Satoru’s ankle, Suguru pressed a gentle kiss on his skin.
“Perhaps He is not as merciful as you thought.”
Satoru sat up with a gasp, kicking Suguru’s hand away. “How dare you!” Satoru hissed, “The Lord is a supremely merciful Father, with compassion and love for all things living and dead. He taught all divine that through his grace, we would never be abandoned-“ Satoru choked.
Abandoned. He was abandoned, wasn’t he? All this time and no one had come to bring him back. He could never return to heaven without a missing wing. He would never know the joy of soaring above the clouds ever again.
Was he even considered divine anymore?
As if sensing his sudden distress, Suguru caressed Satoru’s cheek, bringing his attention back. His other hand moved to squeeze Satoru’s knee, drawing it closer to Suguru's hip.
“It’s alright, pretty dove, I’m here now. You have all my devotion. Even if heaven isn’t, I am always here for you.” That’s right, Suguru was here with him. Even if he lost all traces of his divinity, Suguru made him feel holy again with his warm touches and quiet adoration. Satoru didn’t need heaven as long as he had Suguru.
——
After that conversation, Satoru started taking a strong interest in human traditions, almost as if he was rejecting his divinity. Suguru was his reliable teacher, showing him books about philosophy, love and death. Satoru tried to read a book about heaven and hell but the first passage about angels had him shoving the tome into the nearest corner. But literature wasn’t enough to satisfy Satoru’s appetite; he wanted to know everything about what it meant to be human. Suguru promised to teach him anything he wanted, including the things heaven would never allow.
It was late at night, the moon providing the barest of light through the window, when Suguru decided to teach Satoru another human tradition.
“Have you ever done something like this before?”
“N-no.” Satoru gasped. Suguru’s hand, so warm, so rough, so human, traced circles lower and lower down his body. He was sitting in the man’s lap, his hands grasping at Suguru’s robes. His wing fluttered, unrestricted by the lack of clothes. “I never-the divine have never needed to do anything like this.”
“But there is something down here, isn’t there?” Suguru’s hand stopped at his hip, fingers rubbing red splotches against Satoru’s pale skin. “Won’t you let me check, my love? I’d make you feel so good.”
“Is that what humans do?” Satoru could barely breathe with his body pressed so close to Suguru’s. His wing quivered behind his back as Satoru stared up at Suguru’s face.
“Of course, this is what humans do to show that they love each other.”
Love? Satoru knew nothing of human love. But if love was Suguru holding him like this every day, then Satoru would give up more than just this. He would tear off his other wing, if it meant that Suguru would never let go.
“Please,” Satoru said as he wrapped his arms around Suguru’s neck. He kissed the king’s cheek, relishing in the way Suguru’s gaze never left his. “Show me how humans love.”
With renewed vigor, Suguru brushed his hand lower and lower until-
“Oh!” Satoru jolted in surprise as Suguru pressed against his lower region.
“Look at that,” Suguru cooed, “You have something down here after all.”
Suguru’s fingers continue to prod and massage the soft flesh open as Satoru shook and gasped. “It feels-ah-it feels odd, Suguru.”
“I’ll make it feel good in just a moment,” the king assured, “Hold on to me, dove.”
As Satoru grasped his shoulders tightly, Suguru plunged his fingers deep inside the seraphim’s body. Satoru’s legs shook as Suguru scissored his fingers back and forth.
“Look how honest your body is for me, Satoru.” The seraphim hiccuped as he glanced down at Suguru’s hand, his fingers deep in his body and covered in clearless liquid. He was burning up, like a flame consuming him inside. Suguru trailed feather-light kisses along Satoru’s face as he worked him open with surgical care. “How do you feel?”
“G-good, it’s just-ah!” A heavy kiss on his lips punched the breath out of Satoru’s lungs. He felt like Suguru could see everything about him, inside and outside. He was a doll in the human’s hands, molding and moving in accordance to Suguru’s whims. It was the most thrilling sensation Satoru had ever felt.
Suguru smirked, languidly using his other hand to squeeze Satoru’s hips. “Good? Would you like to feel even better?” He plunged another finger inside Satoru’s body, stretching him out with an obscene noise.
Better? Can something be even better than this? “Yes, yes, make it better,” Satoru moaned. Before the ghost of the words could leave his mouth, Suguru flipped him over onto the bed, sending his wing sprawling underneath him. Within seconds, Satoru was greeted by the sight of bare skin, endlessly as the ocean, and scar lines, faded and pale from trauma. Without anything to hold on, Satoru could only clutch at Suguru’s hair, pulling the human closer to him. He had seen Suguru’s bare torso before, but as his gaze drifted downwards to take everything in, he saw it.
Satoru was transfixed. It was huge, almost as big as his forearm, and the color of the rest of Suguru’s skin with veins running alongside. But it was beautiful, as every part of Suguru was.
Suguru grabbed the gorgeous thing, bringing it closer to Satoru’s body. “I’m going to put this in you, dove. Wouldn’t you like that?”
That? Inside Satoru? He was struck with the sudden realization that there was nothing more he wanted in this world than to have every part of Suguru inside him. He wanted Suguru to touch him, turn his skin inside out so the human can feel every bit of him. “Yes, yes, inside me please!” Satoru was near hysterical, wrapping Suguru’s hair around his fingers so he could rub his palms on Suguru’s cheeks. And then, stars exploded behind his eyes as Suguru thrust inside him.
It was electrifying, it was lava coursing through his veins, it was like heaven was inside him. But it wasn’t heaven, it was a human that Satoru wanted to give up everything for. He arched his back, moans and gasps ripping out of him. Tears pooled at the edge of his crystal eyes as he babbled praises for how amazing and how perfect and how human Suguru was.
“Aw, look at you, Satoru, reduced to nothing by my cock. What would the angels say if they saw their great seraphim like this?” Suguru licked the tears off Satoru’s face before leaving mean bites across his shoulder. Satoru could only let out a broken moan, fingers tearing new scars into Suguru’s back. Suguru grabbed his chin, forcing him to look downwards at where their bodies connected. “You’re made for this, dove, you’re made for me .” He punctuated every word with a sharp thrust, jolting Satoru’s body up on the bed.
He was made for Suguru. Those words looped in his brain. His . Suguru was a god and Satoru was his loyal angel. He’s nothing but another devotee at Suguru’s throne. The pressure inside his body swelled within him, overwhelming all of his senses until all he could do was let it consume him. Satoru squeezed his eyes shut, his lower body throbbing uncontrollably, until-
Satoru’s eyes flew open as Suguru suddenly stopped moving. He looked up to see the king smiling sweetly at him. Satoru asked breathlessly, “W-why did you stop?”
“Say it.”
“What?”
“Say it, Satoru, I know you want to.” Suguru dug his hands into the meat of Satoru’s thighs, stretching him wider and pulling him closer. His cock teased at Satoru’s entrance, leaving white in its wake.
Say it? Say what? What did Satoru want to say to Suguru? “I love you,” Satoru realized, “I love you, Suguru. I love you and I’m made for you so please keep going, please keep going. I want you so bad-” His rabble was silenced by Suguru’s lips, pushing, consuming him. The seraphim pulled Suguru’s hair, moaning in aching pleasure. It was like Satoru was soaring above the skies again, stars swirling in his head. There was nothing in his mind except Suguru and how complete he felt. Something erupted in his body and Satoru came with a shout.
Suguru reached a hand below, licking the liquid from Satoru’s body like it was holy water. “Perfect, so perfect for me.” His forearms caged in Satoru’s head as Suguru roughly kissed the seraphim.
“Shall we keep going, my love?”
——
Possession was a human concept. The divine owned nothing as everything was granted to them through the grace of the Lord. To own, to keep, to control were such human traits. It was a mortal desire to have the need to hold something and call it their own.
Satoru felt more and more human as he spent time with Suguru.
Every touch, every look, every word from Suguru left him longing for more and more. It was like there was a hole inside him that could only be filled by Suguru.
Suguru. Suguru .
Even the sound of the human’s name was enough to send Satoru’s chest fluttering.
How could a human be so perfect? So wonderful? Satoru thought himself holy until he met Suguru.If given a choice between going back to heaven or staying with Suguru, Satoru wouldn’t know what to choose.
——
Satoru would have spent the rest of his days living in naive bliss, reading books and indulging in the most decadent sweets humanity could offer, if it wasn’t for something Yuji had said.
The guard mentioned it in passing, a fleeting thought that slipped out before Yuji could stop in time. But Satoru had heard it and immediately latched on to it.
“His study? Suguru never mentioned anything about a study.” Satoru remembered everything the king told him about the castle. He took meetings in the throne room and did paperwork in the bedroom or the library. There was never any mention of a study.
Yuji backtracked hastily, waving his hands in the air. “It’s hardly anything interesting, sir , just tons of paperwork and boring letters. His majesty probably never said anything because you know you wouldn’t like it there.”
Satoru wanted to push further, but the determined glint in Yuji’s eyes told him that he wouldn’t get any more than that. So he smiled and deftly changed the subject, filing the information for later.
The next time that Suguru mentioned he had meetings back-to-back with various council members and town representatives, Satoru took his chance. Megumi and Yuji were off on an expedition into town for more supplies. No one would bother to look for him for at least the whole day.
Satoru only had a vague idea of where he should look. There was a corridor past the library that he never walked through. Suguru had waved it off during the tour, citing that it just led to storage rooms. But as Satoru snuck through the hallway, he couldn’t shake off the tingles creeping up his spine. There was a prominent chill in the air and the torches did little to illuminate the darkness as Satoru ventured deeper.
He knew he must be walking straight, but every step made it feel like he was walking down . There were no doors, no windows, nothing to indicate that anyone else walked through. There was only Satoru and his determination to see this through.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of walking, he saw it.
A door. A tall, imposing iron gate to an unknown destination.
Everything in Satoru screamed at him to run away.
There was something horribly, menacingly evil behind that door. There was something caged behind that black iron that didn’t belong among humans or divine, but among those who walked below. Satoru knew it as well as he knew himself. His divine instincts were causing his wing to shake and his hands to tremble with the need to run fight fly away from here.
But Satoru’s heart, the one devoted to Suguru and the idea the human could never do anything wrong to him, urged him to fight against it and open that door and understand why Suguru would hide this place from him because surely the human, his beautiful lover, would have an explanation for this monstrosity and every part of Satoru burned as he-
-opened the door.
And Satoru screamed.
Directly across from him, chained to the wall, was Satoru’s other wing.
It was shredded at the base, still dripping blood like it was recently torn. The feathers were messy and dusty. There was a gaping hole in the middle, with the feathers around the wound completely black. But it was Satoru’s wing, the seraphim could recognize it from anywhere. Why was it here? Why did Suguru have it instead of returning it to him?
Satoru crawled over, tears beginning to flow on his face from the betrayal and shock. His detached wing didn’t flutter, even at his touch, indicating it was well and truly dead from the lack of divine presence.
He cast a look around the room, as if something could provide him with answers, when Satoru saw it. A huge bow, as tall as himself, and red arrows tipped with menacing spikes. He knew that weapon. It was one of the few things that could kill a divine. One hit with those cursed arrows and even the strongest angel could be rendered to nothing. But it shouldn’t be here, in the human realm, when Satoru knew that such a weapon belonged to-
“Satoru, darling, what are you doing here?”
Ice filled Satoru’s veins as gentle hands closed over his shoulders and Suguru’s voice flooded the room. The king turned the weeping seraphim towards him, his calm smiling demeanor the complete opposite of Satoru’s terrified face.
“You shouldn’t be here,” Suguru chastised him. His voice was gentle but his hands were gripping Satoru’s arms tightly. Satoru didn’t feel any warmth from Suguru’s body, only cold terror at the realization that his human lover may not have been human at all.
“Was it you?” Satoru choked out, “Did you do this to me? Did you shoot me down from heaven?” His voice tore out of his lungs with a gutted scream. He internally begged Suguru to deny it, to say this was a cruel joke and take Satoru away from this horrible room.
Suguru wiped the tears off Satoru’s cheeks. “Yes, it was me.”
Satoru collapsed on the floor, held up only by Suguru’s body, in aching acceptance. “Why?” He croaked, “Why me?”
“It could have only been you, my sweet seraphim. When I saw you that fateful day, soaring so high above the clouds, I just knew I had to have you, no matter what. You are the only one that has ever made me feel this way, Satoru.”
With every word, Satoru felt his heart getting crushed and beaten. He felt like he fell from heaven all over again, except this time there was no one to stop his fall and carry him to a warm home. There was only Suguru.
“What are you?”
“Oh, you know the answer.” Suguru seized Satoru’s face, forcing it upwards. Satoru couldn’t look away as he saw how Suguru’s eyes were a crimson red and his smile was sharp. There was no denying it.
“Luci-”
“You can still call me Suguru, dove. That name is reserved for down below.”
“What do you want from me?”
“I already told you, I want you. Every part of you, inside and out.” Suguru kissed Satoru, using the seraphim’s lack of resistance to easily mold his body into his lap. “And in return, I’ll give you the whole world. Anything you want is yours.”
“I want to leave,” Satoru pleaded, “Will you let me go? Please?”
“Anything but that. Besides, where would you go? No human or divine will accept you for what you are. Have I not taken such good care of you? Isn’t it wonderful with me? I know you must be shocked, but think about everything we have done together. Stay with me, Satoru, and I promise you’ll always be happy.”
It’s true, a traitorous part of Satoru whispered. In all his years of creation, nothing has ever compared to how amazing being with Suguru has been. How his body longed for every sickeningly sweet touch and kiss. How just hearing Suguru’s voice was enough to send Satoru’s heart aflutter and his body trembling with anticipation. His brain wanted to deny it, but his heart knew the truth.
No matter what, Satoru could never leave Suguru. He had fallen into the devil’s trap the moment he accepted his help in the forest.
Reaching up, Satoru pulled Suguru close to him in a kiss to seal his resolve. “You will never leave me,” Satoru affirmed.
“I will never leave you.”
“And you’ll always be mine.”
“Just as you are mine, so I am yours.”
Suguru smiled and every bit of resistance dissolved from Satoru’s mind. Human or not, Suguru was his. Satoru belonged to Suguru and Suguru belonged to Satoru. No one, divine or not, could take that away.
Smiling at his lover, Satoru reached up to stroke Suguru’s cheek. “Take me home, please.”
And so Suguru did. Leaving hand in hand, the devil took the angel away. And Satoru never looked back.