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Brutal was certainly lucky that he’d kept the bucket used to wash the angel’s garments, for the very next morning he was launched from his slumber with the inescapable urge to hurl and only the rusty metal bucket to reach for. He’d startled Pure awake, too, one wing wrapped around the freak as he writhed into the pit of metal until his nausea would temporarily subside.

“Bloody hell..” When he finally glanced over at the angel comforting him, he tried to downplay the churning in his stomach. “Musta been somethin’ I ate.”

“Oui, I’d say so..” Even then, Pure couldn’t pinpoint a certain meal. The freak’s entire diet was an issue. The angel leapt at the opportunity to- at least partially- purify the monster he was in charge of. “You must rest.. You couldn’t possibly go out like this.”

“Ah, nonsense! I’ll be fine..-” Just as he spoke, he’d scrambled for the bucket once more, the feathered wing patting his back once more. Clearly, he was not fine; as soon as he was spent again, he’d sunk into the angel’s shoulder beside him.

Pure paid no mind to the pain of Brutal’s weight on the bites he’d left behind, only wrapping him in his other wing like a blanket and cleaning him off with the handkerchief from his jacket. As much as he wanted to overflow with excitement, he wouldn’t ruin the moment; instead, he waited for Brutal to drift off before he’d closed his own eyes to pray. “Mon Brutal..
tu as m'occupé de moi beaucoup de temps. Permette moi à retourner la faveur.”

This time the freak wouldn’t even need a sleep spell, he was out like a light as soon as Pure whispered in his ear. The angel was finally in his element, truer than ever to his nurturing nature- only this time, he wouldn’t make the mistake of prodding at Brutal’s dreams. Besides, the voice in his head would find other ways to plague him with doubt.

”Tu es fini? This is going nowhere.” The unwelcome presence never failed to send a chill down the angel’s spine. Of course, he would appear unbothered.

“Ne me distrait pas,” Pure held Brutal closer as he willed the threat of sin away.

“C’est des conneries! Tu ne vois pas?”” The voice huffed, changing his methods when the angel didn’t even bother responding. ”Tu te perds dans ces méthodes absurdes, plutôt que lui donnant qu'est-ce qu'il veut… Tu es une blague.”

To that, Pure started to take offense. “You do not know what is best for him. I was sent here for a reason, j’en sais. Begone, demon, before I am forced to get rid of you myself.”

”...Tu es têtu, c'est en partie pourquoi nous sommes pareils.” Even so, the demon was hardly intimidated.

It felt like the nagging voice knew just how to push his buttons. “Je ne serai jamais comme toi.. merde, laisse-moi tranquille!”

Pure had raised his voice just enough for the freak in his arms to stir, and startled himself enough to lay Brutal back on his pillow before he awoke again. When he’d clasped his hands again to pray, the demon had the audacity to test his limits again.

“I will distract you how I feel like.. And I’ll always be here.” The angel almost wondered if this was hell itself. “I have big plans for us, mon ange.”

“Très bien, alors je t'ignorerai.”

“Hmm.. bonne chance,” the demon sang, and Pure was sure he would’ve had a smug grin; the giggling that faded into the depths of his thoughts told him that much. ”Il est si proche... imaginer les choses qu'il pourrait te faire, comment il pourrait te toucher, si tu lui donnais la chance…”

“Je ne sais pas qu’est-ce que tu dis, démon.” Pure shifted back towards the wall, unintentionally recoiling away from how close the voice was to his own thoughts; no matter what, the angel could never outrun him.

“Oh, shall I show you?”

“What..-” The angel caught his breath as a hand landed on his shoulder. Then another, both sliding into his jacket and down the comfort of his sweater. Clearly, he could see no one was there; still he didn’t dare to squirm, curiosity had pinned what was left of his dignity like the nonexistent hands pressed to his waist.

”You act so fragile, carry yourself like a saint..” The hand that dropped to his thigh gave him a tantalizing, experimental squeeze. ”Mais ton corps est fait pour être ruiné.” Pure would never admit that he’d succumbed to the demon’s will like this, though he allowed his legs to part just enough for a nonexistent one to slide between them, the pressure alone enough to elicit a sound. The foreign feeling of pleasure shot up his spine, making him arch into the hand that snaked its way into his sweater.

”Calme-toi, mon ange..” The demon’s free hand lifted to thumb his mouth open, shushing his whines as Pure started to drool. “Tu veux qu'il entende ta voix de salope?”

“Non..!” The angel squirmed just enough to glance over at Brutal, assuring that he was still fast asleep; then he’d glanced back down, and once again he’d nearly forgotten that the freak was there in the first place.

“Then, I suggest you pay attention..” The hand in his sweater squeezed his waist, forcing another moan against the thumb pressed to his tongue.

“Who..-” A gasp involuntarily escaped as the demon’s phantom hand slid up towards his chest; he’d never imagined such an electrifying feeling in his centuries of life, nor had he imagined just how shameful and adjacent to sin it could feel. “Who are you?”

Unlike the voice usually muddled with his thoughts, this time the demon’s voice grazed against his ear, sending another chill down his spine. “Oh, come on, I have answered you much too many times. I am you.”

“Non, I wouldn’t…- mm!” Another particularly rough squeeze sent him reeling; he could almost- almost- get used to this.

”Pardon me.. Should I stop, then?” The invisible hands slowly sliding away felt more like a punishment than anything; before he even knew it, Pure was shaking his head. ”I thought so…” The thumb pressed to the angel’s tongue recoiled suddenly to twist his head towards Brutal, forcing his gaze and his imagination all at once. ”He could be doing this to you instead.. Don’t you want that, ange beau?”

This time, Pure hesitated. He even contemplated the idea, only for a split second, before he lost the chance to say something he would regret. As soon as the freak started to stir awake again the angel regained enough control to rid himself of the feeling of those two hands completely, though he didn’t act fast enough to compose himself. Instead, he was left with a dumbfounded stare as Brutal’s eyes opened wide; surely he was a sight to behold, his sweater still folded up and disheveled, his cheeks burned red as he continued breathing heavily and his slacks much tighter than usual. Though he panicked, he didn’t spring into action until Brutal had already opened his mouth to speak.

“Pre’ey lil thing..” He’d passed out again in an instant; Pure had never recited the sleeping spell so fast.

The angel was trapped in panic, torn in a million directions between fear of persecution and the dizzying feeling of ever so coveted touch. He stood, despite his hatred of weight on his dainty feet, and started to pace the tiny bit he could in the shack. There was no doubt in his mind that he wanted to stay, and his evangelical duty was a convenient excuse to do so. However, he had never been permitted to follow his desires; in fact, he’d always been specifically taught to reject mortal desires in the name of purity. Little by little, Brutal and the demon were testing his limit. He could only take so much before…

He had no desire to wait long enough to find out what divine punishment had in store for him.

”You’re making a mistake.. Surely, you don’t think crawling back to the heavens empty handed is a good look for you.”

Pure ignored the voice’s warning and slipped his mask back on.

”...Going back will not get rid of me, you know.”

“Deus qui animam meam sacram custodis..” Pure glanced back at Brutal one more time before he finished the prayer, reaching one hand to graze his cheek and dare, only for a moment, to falter. It was better this way, the freak being fast asleep, for he couldn’t wipe the angel’s tears away and- more importantly- talk him out of his decision. “..Redi me ad portas tuas divinas et me sub ala tua recipe.”