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“ Confess.”
It wasn’t a command or a plea; his voice rang out from behind the strange barrier that only Frank and anyone else with the right set of eyes could see. A strange bit of power that kept him and anyone else the little devil that guarded his own slice of territory out of, that's how he liked things to deal with them on his own time and his own way in his little kitchen.
Frank liked that about him it was one of the things they shared and it reminded him how much he hated they shared anything at all.
“You know why I’m here.” His voice rang out in the stillness of the spring night, “Let me in and let’s get it over with.”
He waited, his feet usually clothed in the thick material of his boots laid bare against the black asphalt of the road, the almost chill of spring night air brushing against his skin. He couldn’t feel any of it but he could register it. The flesh of this body he was born in, unable to be pierced by anything that walks this world except the thing that lies on the other side of this opaque spectral red gate.
“Yes,” The voice came again out in the cool night, quiet and plain, “But that doesn’t mean I’ll let you in free of charge.”
“Matthew,” Frank could feel his temper pulse out of him the flicker of his halo flashing along his chest as his and quickly died down as he took a breath and continued looking into the seething red filigree and searching for the figure he knew was on the other side, “Just let me in…please.”
“You’re not here to fight,” The voice came after a beat, a soft lilt to it now as though the thing on the other side found Frank amusing, “You want to lay down your burden for a while.”
Frank said nothing merely glared and so Matthew continued his voice calm and playful so close now that Frank was sure they would be toe to toe without the barrier blocking him, “You wish to join me in the dark to parlay and be granted absolution and benediction? Confess.”
Frank scowled at the tone, the finality of it and contemplated just leaving, turning around and taking off into the bright moonlit sky.
He considered it a moment more, sighed and then, “I hate them.”
“Ah, so that's what brings you to my door, angel.” Matthews’ voice sounds again with that same bemused lilt, “Wrath, a worthy sin to bear for one of your station.”
His scowl deepens but he continues because he knows this is the only way. They've done this dance before and it's never easy. He wonders why he keeps coming back.
“I know I’m not supposed to,” He continues his voice gruff and his hands balling at his side as he remembers and reasons his mission, “I’m supposed to be here for them I vowed to keep them all safe from the smallest atom to the largest thing that might ever walk but God it’s so getting easier to just let the candle go out.”
“Why.”
“You know why.” He spits out feeling the air around him buzz, “I can’t keep looking at them without…”
“Without?”
“Without remembering what they did!” The anger finally rushing out of him in golden fire, his halo mantled in its grim emblem and his true self freed and burning into the bright night licking against that red obstinate gate that Frank considers for just a moment to really knock down and finally really fight this mocking little demon. But then he remembers all the reasons why that would be a bad idea and all the reasons why its just not worth it and with one shuddering unneeded breath he lets it all go and shrinks down to his normal human height.
He lets
“I hate them sometimes,” He continues after a beat leaning against the thrumming not metal of the barrier, “I don’t want to. I want to keep caring for them protecting them from themselves and whatever else may come even with their little heroes. They can’t do what we can, they don’t understand it even after her…”
He looks up to sky for a minute that beautiful night sky that he can see every star in and lets out a sad tired sigh, “I just want to feel like I’m not a failure…Like I’m worthy, Matthew.
The silence is long longer than he liked and for a second he believed he lost his audience and really was all alone in the night but then he heard the old creek of metal and let himself fall back as he was granted entry into the devils domain.
His head hit the ground hard as anything else would under the curse of gravity but he didn’t feel a thing all he could see above him blocking out the stars was Him. Inverted shark frown dazzling Frank with the whiteness of those too sharp teeth he held behind a pair of unsuspecting plump lips, the weight of his sightless eyes boring into him hidden behind the fringe of that so very red hair he was clothed just barely in a thick pitch cloak that frayed and swayed at the ends in a wind all its own.
The paleness of his feet countered against the shocking red that tipped his toes.
He was pale, perfect,...perverse.
“Hello, Frank.” His voice, his true voice so strangely melodious as if he there was ocean waves lapping against his teeth instead of a tongue, “I think you’re worth all the sights world.”
“Oh yeah,” He huffs out a laugh, stretching to run his hands idly over bear pale feet.
“Oh yes,” Matthew sighs playfully, kicking at the Angel's grasp, “Even if you failed her you still haven’t let me down.”
That stops him, a strange mix of emotions flooding him as he rises and fixes the Devil with scowl, “Fuck you, little horn.”
“Isn’t that what we always do?” The shark smile is back as he edges close to Frank, the cloak abandoned and falling away like ashes as he circles the other being nude and glistening with power in the dead night.
Frank feels himself respond in kind, the phantom emblem of his halo burning through the thick black of his shirt. He won’t need it anyway.
“Little devil, you think I am a toy to be fiddled and fooled?” His rough voice housing a symphony and trumpets, “You think I cannot smite you?”
A laugh like the rushing tide answers him, “I think you can try but why risk it all when I just want to play?” Matthew stops, “Come. I know how much you live for a good chase.”
And then they’re off one in a way that breaks the concrete beneath him and leaves an afterimage made of sparkling gold. Frank lights the air around him in wisp of aurum aurora, making the sky scream in protest of his power, a sky breaking Ziz . The other seems to disappear in a flash of red lighting dropping below everything, Matthew a submerged and racing Leviathan. Two apex predators in one small pond.
One touches down and the other breaks the surface. Both meet in a tangle of limbs cushioned by wards made by Matthew in the place he claimed as his home when he first took control of the place we know as Hells Kitchen. Neither worry about the winner, this is a game they have played since Frank first came to Matthew in anger and retribution for his first deed done upon the world.
Frank feels the guilt even now as clawed hands tear at the silvered allow of his skin, the wounds closing just as quickly as they are made. They kiss rough and bruising a wild sort of fervor taking over as they shed the illusion of being human and fall into battle.
Matthew pushes Frank down straddling him with those powerful thighs the blankets and covers sparking catching fire but neither care for a moment they consider one another. Sightless eyes leaking red floods of power down Matthews’ cheeks, his horns shining small and brilliant clawed hands splay against Franks’ gleaming golden chest.
Matthew rises a bit reaching a hand down to grasp at Frank neither beings gaze leaving the others face. He adjust, and all at once takes Frank to the balls.
Frank stutters grits his teeth, grips the demon hard by his waist and fucks up into the demon hard and relentless. The force and and intensity filling the air with sounds one could mistake for a harsh thunderstorm, distantly in the back of his mind Frank thinks that somewhere some kind of natural disaster is forming on the planet a symptom of their rutting.
A clawed hand grips his chin harshly and forces his focus back on the task at hand, “No big thoughts,” Matthew snarls grinding his hips down, “No thinking of them. Just you,” Another hard punch up into his guts makes him gasp and Frank give him a wicked grin, “And me?” The Angel finishes.
A grip on his hair and a deep bruising kiss is his answer the turn and suddenly Frank is on top of him thrusting into him at a new punishing angle that makes them both groan and cry out.
It doesn’t take much longer after that Matthew comes before him this time letting Frank know in frantic drowned tones that make the air feel thick and heavy like the deep sea and frank follows soon after locked deep inside by powerful thighs he cums just as hard the air beneath them glowing and fizzing.
They stay like that for a while content and spent breathing the other in and feeling just a little giddy. Slowly Frank pulls out leaving a trail of molten gold that leaks and pools beneath that hidden slit between Matthews legs, he lays down next to the devil thinks for a moment then pulls him close wrapping an arm lazily around his middle and snuggling into his neck.
Matthew pushes weakly against him, “Move you stink like outside.”
Frank grumbles, “Shut up, I’ll shower later.”
If he had eyes to roll Frank knows Matt would roll them but the devil settles against him, “Feel better?”
“For the moment.”
“Good.”
They stay in silence for a moment more and just as he starts to nod off he hears Matthews voice, “Next time lets go on a date before this, yeah?”