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Puppyshipping ABC's	By : AnonymousTigress Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 12830 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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V – V is for Victim
Joey groaned. His body hurt all over. He was convinced there wasn’t a part of him that didn’t hurt. He had lost track of time, but he knew what he had missed. Serenity’s voice had been shouting for him yesterday; he had missed their day.
He let out a pained groan as his head was forcefully pulled back. He heard loud and vicious dogs barking. Standing before him was the demon responsible for his torment. His black eyes matched his evil smirk.
“I’ve had so much fun, hunter. But somehow I get the feeling you don’t like my hospitality,” the demon chuckled.
Joey gritted his teeth
“Burn in Hell, ya bastard,” Joey spat.
The demon held out a hand and twisted his wrist. Joey let out a scream as his heart was squeezed tightly. After a few seconds, the feeling stopped and Joey’s head slumped back down on his chest. His heart pounded as sweat and blood ran down his face.
“I grow weary of these games, hunter. Hmm. Perhaps I should let my hounds finally put you out of your misery,” the demon said.
The growling got closer and louder. He could feel the heat of the hounds nipping at his ankles. Joey shook in the chair he was bound to. He hated Hell hounds. If he survived this, Joey vowed to kill every last hell hound and crossroads demon.
Boom! The demon turned its head and listened. He sneered at what he heard.
“It seems our fun is going to be cut short. It sounds as though your friends have come for you.”
Joey let out a small whimper as the demon yanked his head back again. He slammed his mouth down on top of his, slicing his lips open again for the third time. A tongue invaded his mouth and devoured it.
Screams of dying demons filled the air, only to be silenced by loud bangs. The demon released him and stepped back.
“I’ll see you again, puppet.”
The demon disappeared in a blink. Unable to hold his head up, Joey’s head slumped back onto his chest. He heard a door slide open and feet come running. He felt a small, but familiar hand touch his face.
“Joey! Joey, wake up,” Yugi told him.
Joey groaned. He couldn’t lift his head. It just hurt too much. Everything hurt too much. He had never been in so much pain in all his life. Yami quickly cut the chains away using a pair of bolt cutters he had brought. Yugi began checking him over while Bakura finished off the last demon. It was a burly man who squirmed in the white-haired demon’s hold.
“Who brought the hunter here?” Bakura spat.
“Like I’d tell you,” the demon spat.
Bakura smirked before shoving a hand straight into his stomach and electrifying his insides. The human screamed as a swirl of black smoke shot out of his mouth and up through the ceiling. Satisfied with his result, Bakura shoved the body to the floor. He turned back around to see Yugi and Ryou checking Joey over. He noticed Yami, who was standing behind the chair, frown down at something.
“What is that?” Yami asked.
Yugi and Ryou looked up at him over Joey’s lowered head. Both shook their heads.
“I’ve never seen anything like it,” Yugi commented.
Ryou touched a space over Joey’s stomach with a curious look on his face.
“It looks familiar, but I can’t place it. Bakura, do you know what this is?” Ryou asked, looking over his shoulder at his demon lover.
The demon stepped closer and Ryou moved slightly so he could see. What he saw made Bakura’s eyes slide back to reveal pure black. It made the hunters jolt as the demon spat out curses in another language. His eyes went back to normal as he glared at the blonde’s head.
“Wheeler, you are one dumb fuck. That is a demon’s mark and not just any mark. Oooh, no, it’s a claim mark. A demon claimed Wheeler as his bitch,” Bakura spat angrily.
“Bakura!” Ryou exclaimed, surprised by his lover’s fury.
“No! You don’t understand, Ryou. This particular demon could snap his fingers and have you all strewn up in Hell with your innards hanging out. Whatever demon did this to Wheeler is going to suffer a very painful death by the demon that claimed him,” Bakura snapped.
The hunters all exchanged looks. Joey was obvious in great pain and in need of serious healing. None of them could do anything to ease his pain. If Bakura was right and Joey had a demon – a powerful demon – looking out for him, then perhaps he could heal him.
“Call him, Bakura,” Yami said in a strong, clear voice.
They were shocked when Bakura threw his head back and let out a loud, creepy laugh. He shook his head as his eyes slid back to reveal normal human eyes.
“You must have finally shot your brains out, Yami. This is a demon you do not want me calling. You can trust me on that,” Bakura cackled.
Ryou stood up with a worried expression on his face.
“Bakura, please. Joey’s hurt bad. If what you say is true, then the demon should be able to help him…right?”
Bakura groaned. The puppy eyes his lover was sending him melted his resolve.
“Fine. Fine. I’ll call him, but Ryou, you get behind me. Yugi, Yami, you stay by Joey but you keep your hands in front of you. He won’t hesitate to tear you apart and not ask questions later.”
The hunters did as commanded. Bakura waved his hand over the area in front of them and markings burned into the floorboards; markings neither of the hunters had seen before. Bakura removed a dagger and sliced his palm open. He dribbled a few drops of blood over one of the symbols on an outer circle.
The building shook and a loud crack of lightning lit up the room. When the light faded, Seto stood in the center of the markings facing Bakura. His gaze was on Bakura, but it shifted minutely to Ryou. He raised an eyebrow at the hunter before shifting his gaze back to the demon.
“I hope you didn’t summon me to show me your little hunter, Bakura,” Seto said with a clear warning in his voice.
Bakura kept a blank look on his face as he lifted his chin to the taller demon.
“Did you make a claim?” Bakura asked.
Seto tilted his head to the side. Ryou’s eyes grew wide when the dark blue eyes slid up to reveal white. He has encountered yellow eyes, a Hell of a lot of black eyes, and even that one dude that had red eyes. But never white eyes! No one survived white eyes.
“And if I did? Why is it any concern of yours?” Seto growled.
Bakura didn’t say anything except nod behind Seto. The demon turned around and truly terrified the two hunters. Yami’s hand immediately went for his gun, but his eyes caught Bakura’s warning look over the new demon’s shoulder. Yami pulled Yugi to him and stepped back away from the chair Joey was slumped down in.
Seto kept his gaze on the hunters, even as he approached his half-angel. He placed a hand on Joey’s shoulder and disappeared without a sound. The hunters didn’t know what to think.
“B…Bakura, who was that?” Ryou asked.
Yami and Yugi approached with Yugi looking very nervous. Who wouldn’t after handing their best friend over to what appeared to be a very powerful demon? Yami growled when Bakura didn’t immediately answer.
“Bakura! Who the Hell was that? And where did he take Joey?” Yami demanded.
Bakura snorted.
“I don’t know where he took your precious Wheeler. But you should be grateful you’re not bloody stains across the wall. That’s more patience I’ve seen him exercise in over a millennium,” Bakura commented.
“B-Bakura?” Yugi stuttered. “Who was he?”
Bakura sighed. “That, my dear hunters, was Seto. Down below, we know him as the Prince of Hell. He’s the one who put that mark on Wheeler.”
The three hunters were suddenly unsure if they should be relieved or horrified.

/……/

Mokuba was eating a bowl of cereal when he heard his brother return.
“What did Bakura want, Seto?” Mokuba asked.
When his brother didn’t answer, Mokuba turned around with a frown. He jumped up to his feet when he saw Seto laying a very injured Joey out on his King sized bed. He was beside his brother in an instant.
“Seto, wha-“ Mokuba started.
“Take care of Joey,” was all Seto said before disappearing again.
Mokuba brought his hands down on Joey’s arm. The blonde hunter groaned in pain as he blinked his eyes open. He glanced up at the half-demon child and gave him a weak smile.
“H-Hey, kid,” Joey murmured.
“Joey, where does it hurt?” Mokuba asked.
The hunter’s answer broke his heart as he closed his eyes with another pained groan.
“Everywhere.”

/……/

He had been right to send the hunters away. Like Bakura had predicted, Seto returned with a vengeance. Seto’s own personal Hell hounds roamed the building as he held Bakura by the throat. His eyes were glowing bright white and his grip dug into the lesser demon’s throat.
“Out of courtesy for your loyalty, I granted you stay in this body and left your little hunter alone. You give me one good reason why I shouldn’t feed you to my dogs and drag your lover down to Hell,” Seto growled at him.
Bakura kept his hands raised up at the sides of his head. He kept his head bowed submissively to the dark prince. Meeting his gaze would only further enrage the higher-level demon. He knew him well enough to know that a mad Seto was a force to be reckoned with.
“It wasn’t me. Wheeler is friends with my hunter and his friends. I barely tolerate Wheeler’s presence, but I wouldn’t go that far. Especially after I spotted your mark. We didn’t even know Wheeler was in trouble until the angel appeared.”
Seto called his hounds off and released the demon’s throat. He snagged his chin and forced his head up, his eyes meeting his instantly.
“Explain yourself.”
“An angel came to us last night. She said Wheeler was in trouble and she knew where he was. She couldn’t bring us here so we came as quick as we could. We didn’t reach here until a couple of hours ago. It took the hunters some time to scout out all the demons and take out the traps to allow me entrance. The demon that did this escaped. We don’t know who it was.”
Seto couldn’t detect any deception in Bakura’s gaze or speech. It made his rage deepen.
“Take my hounds, get Malik, and find the cockroach that did this. Every demon within a five mile radius should have sensed my mark. He should have known that hunter is mine,” Seto told him.
Bakura nodded. “It will be done, Seto.”
Seto disappeared. Bakura let out a big sigh of relief and rocked back on his feet. That had been the angriest he had ever seen the prince. He was lucky to live to tell the tale. He looked up as the hounds started sniffing around. He smirked.
“Let’s go hunting, boys.”

/……/

When Seto returned, Mokuba told him a bit of news that shocked him. Mokuba was able to ease Joey’s pain, but the half-angel wasn’t healing. Whatever had caused his injuries wasn’t allowing him to heal. It was then that Seto recalled something Mokuba had said when he first returned to his brother.
“You’re wrong about Joey. He doesn’t have a choice. He has to hunt.”
Mokuba have never explained himself, but it sounded very familiar to the demon prince.
“Mokuba, go and find Mai. See if she’s heard anything,” Seto told him.
Mokuba nodded before disappearing. Seto walked over to his bed, stripping himself of his clothes before climbing into bed. He carefully pulled his lover into his arms. That thought made him smile as he ran his fingers through soft hair. It had been almost five months since he had first met the blonde hunter; since he touched his half-angel intimately.
A surprisingly soft kiss to his forehead caused Joey to stir. He let out an hmm sound as he rolled his head to look up at his demon lover.
“Hey, Set.”
The side of Seto’s mouth twitched into a small smirk. About a month into them seeing each other, Joey had cut off part of his name. It had annoyed him greatly, which made Joey call him that all the more often. Seto smoothed a hand down his lover’s cheek. Joey leaned into the touch.
“Who took you, Joey? Why didn’t you call for me?”
Joey shook his head.
“Thought ya knew. Thought ya was mad at me,” Joey murmured.
Seto growled softly before running rough fingers through the hunter’s hair, scraping over his head a little harsher than usual. Joey closed his eyes, whimpering.
“Why did you make a deal?”
When Joey kept his eyes closed and moved away from his touch, Seto knew his suspicions had been correct. Joey had made a deal with someone. Seto didn’t need to read his lover’s mind to know that he wouldn’t be getting any answers out of him. The demon rolled to his side and pulled his lover’s back to his chest, despite the blonde trying to pull away. Joey was obviously in a lot of pain because he stilled his protesting movements with a small groan.
Joey felt the demon lick and kiss at the scars and bruises along his back. The demon’s hold stung, but Joey still sought comfort from the strong grip. A warm nose and mouth nuzzled the back of his neck before a small kiss was placed there.
“Go to sleep, pup. You need the rest.”
Joey mumbled something incoherently before slipping away into the land of Nod. Seto slipped a hand down to spread his fingers out over his mark. He could sense every cut, every bruise, every twitch of pain his puppy was in. Tapping into his power, Seto absorbed the hunter’s pain away. He wanted to heal him of his injuries, too, but a demon couldn’t heal an angel.
Seto lifted his head from his puppy’s back. A demon could heal humans, but not angels. But an angel could heal both.

/……/

It had taken a few days to gather what he needed. It would have taken longer, had Mokuba not helped him. He had chosen an old abandoned barn where he knew he wouldn’t be disturbed. He used the combined power of the items he gathered and his power as Prince of Hell to summon an angel. However, it wasn’t just any angel. It was one angel in particular, an Archangel by the name of Noah.
Seto smirked when the short Archangel appeared in the barn after he finished the summoning. The Archangel didn’t look pleased to be there. Of course, it could be due to the burning circle of holy water keeping him trapped. Seto chuckled.
“Hello, cousin. Have you missed me?” Seto asked.
“You know good and well I haven’t, Seto,” Noah replied, glaring. “Release me.”
Seto’s eyes slid back to reveal his eerie white.
“I require your assistance and your refusal…well, that isn’t an option, Noah,” Seto told him.
Two large shadows in the form of wings appeared behind Noah and the whole barn gave a great rattle. However, all of this did nothing to deter the circle around him. It amused the demon prince to see the short Archangel get so riled up.
“What could the Prince of Hell possibly want from an Archangel that he couldn’t get for himself?” Noah asked.
“Healing,” Seto said, plain and simple.
Noah’s gaze flickered over Seto’s body.
“You don’t appear to need healing. And you know I wouldn’t heal you, even if Father permitted it,” Noah said, smirking.
“The divine bastard abandoned one of his own years ago. I don’t give a damn what he permits,” Seto snarled.
“Wh…There are no angels currently down here.” Glare. “Except me.”
Seto leaned in close. “I never said it was an angel like you.”
Noah frowned before recognition suddenly flashed through his eyes.
“You’re talking about Joey. The half-human.”
Seto was suddenly very close, separated from the angel only just by the blazing ring of fire.
“That half-human is also half-angel. One of your brethren.” Smirk. “If you will recall, you owe me a favor.”
Noah crossed his arms over his chest.
“You’re cashing in a favor…for a Halfling?” Noah asked, cocking his head to the side.
Noah hissed when Seto’s hand shot out over the ring to grab him by the throat.
“My reasons are my own. The real question is: Will you help him or will I be barbequing up wings for dinner?”

/……/

“Joey!”
Joey lifted his head. He was currently sitting hunched over a puzzle at the kitchen table. As weird as it was, Joey liked working on puzzles when he wanted to get his mind off hunting. Joey pushed his chair back and grimaced as he slowly rose to his feet. Seto was able to take away some of his pain, but not all of it. The blonde followed his lover’s voice to the living room. His gaze zeroed in on the short newcomer standing across the room from his lover. Joey turned his gaze back to Seto.
“Why is he here?” Joey asked.
“Do you know who I am, Joey?” Noah asked, slightly surprised.
Joey turned a lethal glare to him.
“I ain’t blind, man. I know wings when I see ‘em.” Snort. “Thought I was the only one that hung around the Prince of Hell.”
Noah leveled a glare. Associating him with Seto was something he did not care for. This half-angel had some balls to be speaking to him like this. Rolling his eyes, Noah walked towards him.
“Just hold still, Joey. I’m going to–” C-CRACK!
Noah reeled back from the punch. He brought a hand up and pulled it back to reveal blood. When his gaze snapped back up to the half-angel, he took note that the blonde’s eyes were practically glowing.
“This is your fault! I hope you’re happy as a fucking clam. You stupid angels have made my life a living Hell! I’ve been rejected by Heaven, Hell hates my fucking guts, and humans can’t figure out why they get a God damn uneasy feelin’ ‘round me! I have no home.”
Noah stood speechless. His gaze shifted slightly to Seto who stood smirking behind Joey. He apparently was going to let the blonde tear into him.
“You don’t give a damn about me, do you? Probably don’t know a fucking thing about me. I’m human in everything except muh wings. I heal a little faster and demons can’t locate me, but that’s it.” Glare. “You get away from me.”
Noah held his hands up to show he meant no harm. His nose now healed and face free of blood.
“Joey, I’m here as a favor to Seto. I’m here to heal you,” Noah told him.
“You stay the fuck away from me.”
Seto whistled low. To his ears, that had almost sounded demonic. It made him shiver in pleasure. He contemplated jumping the blonde right then and there. Noah’s presence, be damned.
“Aside from muh sister, none of you fucks give a damn about me! I’m hurt because none of you answered my calls.”
Seto’s eyebrows shot up. A sister? Called? This was news to him. He watched Noah pale and stare back at him. Oh? It seemed as least part of this was news to the archangel, too.
“For five fucking days, I prayed; I cried; I begged. Help me; get my friends; Hell, kill me and end it now.”
Tears glittered in Joey’s eyes before falling freely down his face.
“There wasn’t a single angel trap in that entire building. The only person who did something was Serenity. She was terrified but she went to muh friends and a demon. A demon that could have ripped her wings out without a single thought. I don’t want a coward like you touching me. It’s your fault I hurt all over! You and your damn crossroads angel!”
Noah stared at him truly and utterly confused. Seto could clearly see that as the blonde turned around to limp away. Seto shocked both angels by grabbing Joey by the arm and pulling him to a stop. Joey shot him a look that Seto would never admit stung a little.
“What’s that last part you just said?” Seto asked.
Joey glared.
“I don’t want him touching me.”
Seto let out a frustrated sigh. “I got that. After that. Did you say a crossroads…angel?”
Joey didn’t drop his glare, but he nodded. Noah’s voice broke his glaring contest with the demon.
“You must be mistaken. There are no crossroads angels. That’s demon territory,” Noah explained.
Joey opened his mouth to protest, but Seto had stepped closer and gently caught the side of his face. He assured his half-angel that what Noah said was true. Joey shook his head.
“You were right before. I do have a contract. I got a contract with one of the angels. I was at a crossroads and she’s an angel. But now I got bigger problems.” Joey lowered his head. “The damn bitch passed my contract on to a crossroads demon.”
Both demon and angel exchanged looks over the top of the blonde’s head. It was Noah that spoke next.
“Joey, I need you to tell me everything. From the beginning.”

/……/

The short youth stood at a crossroads; the sign nearby read the cross streets as Heaven Circle and Demon Trail. He finished burying the box and stood.
“Surprise, surprise. I’ve never seen one so young here.”
The youth turned to see a tall, dark-haired man standing only a few feet from him. The youth took a step back.
“Who are you?” the youth asked.
The man chuckled.
“My friends call me Duke. Now…what can I do for you, boy?” the demon asked.
The youth smiled.
“I want to see an angel. One with short hair and really pretty eyes.”
Duke tilted his head to the side with his eyebrows raised. Of all his years of making deals, this one was certainly a first. And he was in luck that he knew such an angel.
“Very well, boy.” Pause. “Teá.”
There was a rustle of wings and a slender woman suddenly appeared only a few feet from them. She glanced at the youth before turning her gaze to the demon.
“Duke?” she said, question clear in her voice.
Duke chuckled.
“Teá, this youth wanted to meet an angel,” Duke explained.
Teá smiled before turning her head to look at the youth. He was a cute kid with long, dark hair.
“I got to say when I pictured an angel, you weren’t quite what I had in mind,” Mokuba said.
“I’m sorry I don’t have the halo and wings. Humans can be so silly in their portrayal of us,” Teá replied.
Mokuba smirked.
“Oh, it’s not that. I just pictured a full angel to be real pretty.”
Duke’s eyebrows shot up straight into the air while Teá’s mouth dropped open.
“You little brat! Duke, I want to tear him apart myself.” She crouched low to the ground. “Leave your hounds at home.”
“I wouldn’t do that, Teá.”
Teá snapped up into a standing position and whirled around. She had recognized the voice as one of her brethren. Sure enough, Noah stood there with a pissed look on his face. She turned to disappear but found herself unable to leave. Noah smirked.
“You didn’t seriously think you were going to get away with it, did you, Teá?” Noah asked.
“Get away with what? I’ve done nothing, but answered a summons, Noah,” Teá gently protested.
“I doubt that, little girl.”
A shiver ran up her back when she saw Duke’s face pale and eyes go wide. The crossroads demon suddenly fell to his knees in a great deal of pain. Teá turned to see a newcomer, a tall brunette was dark-colored eyes. Seto chuckled as he held a hand up directed at Duke.
“You see, Joey described you to a tee, Teá. Noah had his suspicions, but he wanted to be sure. Of course, you won’t be leaving, dear. Mokuba will make sure of that,” Seto told her.
A swirl of smoke shot out of Duke but Seto twisted in an arm in the air and forced him back into his vessel. Duke bowed his head, begging for whatever it was he had done wrong.
“Be quiet, Duke. You don’t even know what you’re apologizing for. But you will momentarily.”
Duke grew quiet out of fear and kept his head down. Teá’s temper snapped at the demon’s obedience. She started to yell at him, but Noah’s stopped her in mid-shout.
“Your voice is highly irritating, sister. But Seto is right. You two have done a lot of damage to one of our own. I was unaware that Joey did not have access to his sister. Something I had a nice discussion with their mother about. She had no right to deny the siblings access to each other and you had no right to manipulate him.”
Teá glared at him.
“Joey is a bastard child. No one knows his origins, how he came to be a half-freak. His mother birthed him on Earth and left him here to die. I was only easing the burden.”
Teá gasped. She suddenly felt like a great strong hand was slowly and painfully ripping her wings. She turned as Mokuba stepped into her view. His eyes had slid back to reveal his frightening violetish white eyes.
“Joey is my best friend. I don’t appreciate you insulting him or forcing him to hunt.”
Teá begged him to stop. It was only when Noah said the younger Halfling’s name that he finally stopped.
“We shall return to Heaven, sister. You will stand before the Archangels and we shall pass judgment.”
With a small flutter, the two angels disappeared. Mokuba scowled at the empty air. He hadn’t liked the idea of the angel being taken back to Heaven. He wanted to make sure she paid for what she had done.
Seto used his power to snap Duke’s head back so he was staring up at the Prince of Hell. His white eyes bore a hole into the subservient demon.
“You dared to touch something that belongs to me. Had you used a pinch of what little intelligence you possess you would have sensed my mark on him. But instead you will wish you had left him alone. You’ll be happy to hear you’ll be enjoying the company of Bakura and Malik. And when they tire of using you like a chew toy, you’ll be visiting Gozaburo.”
What color was left in the demon drained completely from his face. Duke had never known anyone to have pissed off Seto so badly. Clearly, the half-angel was a soft spot for the Prince, although Duke would never get to reveal that to anyone.
“But before I hand you off to Mokuba.” Duke gasped. “You should know that I offered my hunter the first crack at you. Fortunately, he’s stronger than you. He’s allowed for me to take care of you.”
Duke didn’t bother protesting as he was passed off to the younger sibling. The mischievous grin on his face told Duke he was going to be hurting long before he even reached Bakura and Malik.

/……/

Joey ran his hand through hair that was so soft it had to be a sin. He was still a little sore, but all his injuries were healed. Joey glanced down at his lover. The Prince enjoyed laying on top of him and listening to his heartbeat. It had creeped the Hell out of Joey when he had first started doing it. After a few times of the demon doing this, Joey gave up trying to push him off or convince him of rolling off him.
He was a little tired himself. He had spent the entire morning hanging out with Serenity. God only knew…well, actually, no He didn’t…what Seto had spent the morning doing. Joey shivered. Seto was breathing in and out softly while running a light hand over Joey’s ribs in his sleep.
Joey was still hunting, but it was more of a choice now and he didn’t have to hunt demons (if he didn’t want to). Joey felt an itch along his back and squirmed beneath his lover. This caused the demon to nuzzle and nip at his chest which caused Joey to tighten his hand in his hair. Joey hated to admit to it, but he was used to feeling that mouth on his skin; Seto often left his marks all over Joey’s body.
At least he’s not rubbing at the Mark, Joey thought.
Joey found out his pleasure went ten-fold when the demon prince messed with the Mark. Finally tired of squirming, Joey carefully sat up, making sure not to jostle his lover. Lover? Ooh, that word still felt weird in his mouth. Especially when said lover was a demon powerful enough to blink the skin off right off your body.
Comfortable that his lover was asleep, Joey took a deep breath and released it as he released his wings. The tattoo along his shoulder blades glowed before a large pair of wings stretched out of them and unfurled. He spread them out and shook one of the wings. He had been worried most of his life about the color of his wings, but Serenity had assured him just that morning that his wings were…*gag* beautiful.
The two large wings were a tad smaller than your average angel’s. One wing was a white-gray mixture while the other was pure black. Both wings had red tips on some of the feathers. Joey pulled his wings in to wrap tentatively around Seto. When the demon’s skin didn’t start burning, Joey wrapped the wings more securely before laying back. Unfortunately, he didn’t feel the familiar smirk against his skin as he laid back.
Joey kept his one hand in his lover’s hair while the other rested on his upper back. He felt Seto’s hand slowly leave his ribs. He gasped when it slipped past the waistband of his boxers to grasp his length. He shivered and whimpered while tightening his hold on the demon.
“S-Se-Set….s-s-stop. W-w-wake up-p-p.”
His stutter went unheard (or in this case, ignored). In fact, Seto moved like someone still asleep. Joey cursed under his breath when Seto’s power unknowingly banished his boxers. Joey’s wings curled tighter around them as Seto worked him over. He jerked and shuddered. Seto could be a real pervert – after all, he had purposely made out with the half-angel when Noah had appeared the other day – but jerking Joey off in his sleep was a new one.
It wasn’t long before Joey choked a final gasp of his lover’s name and came. Joey let out a small whine when he felt some of his release hit a wing. The hand continued pumping him through his spasms. When he finished, Joey laid back with his head plopping onto the pillow.
“For the love of…you’re a bastard even in your sleep,” Joey mumbled.
Joey felt a smirk grace along his abdomen. Joey gathered his thoughts while gathering his breath.
“You piece of…you’re awake, aren’t you?”
The only answer he got was a tug on his member and another sharp bite to his skin. He shivered when he felt fingers thread through feathers. Joey felt pleasure and relief as the release was cleaned from his wing.
“Don’t think I’ll take muh wings out for you all the time. They were just irritating me,” Joey mumbled.
He felt a tingle along his spine as the demon pressed a warm kiss to his wings. Okay, so maybe he would take them out more often.
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