Burning Touch

This story is dedicated entirely to my friend Mars, whom I adore and miss. It is an adaptation of a small fraction of an RP we once did.

Balthazar didn't usually get drunk. It wasn't his style and ended with him smelling terrible and feeling dehydrated. But today was special, he thought bitterly as he stumbled out a side door of Midnite's club, barely keeping himself upright. He'd just signed himself over to Gabriel for a mission that would likely end with John bloody Constantine deporting him to Hell. To Hell where Lucifer, his scorned boss, would roast his demonic ass for all of eternity.
He thought he deserved lots of alcohol for that, and possibly a raise.

He stumbled against a wall and vomited, which was something he hadn't done since the late 80s, when he first came to the mortal realm and discovered the joys of alcohol. He stumbled a few feet away from the spreading puddle of vomit, head bowed dejectedly, until hands caught his shoulders and forced him to come to a stop. He looked up into the face of Gabriel and hissed.

"You're in no state to be wandering around by yourself," the angel said kindly, though there was a light in his eyes that said he had other things in mind than escorting the demon home.

"Don't worry Gabriel," the demon hissed, "I'm a big boy. I can take care of myself."

"What would our Heavenly father think?" Gabriel asked, voice feather soft and calm. "It would not be very Christian of me to leave you."

"Spare me your 'Choose The Right' philosophy," Balthazar said, bored. "What is it you really came here for, angel boy?"

"You're under contract with me," the angel said, "Should I not check in to make sure my slaves are doing their jobs correctly?"

The angel's hands left the demons shoulders, tracing down his sides over his shirt, an almost smile on his lips. "Of course, I may as well get my monies worth while I can."
Balthazar nearly screamed when Gabriel's bare hands snaked up his shirt, pressing painfully to his bare skin and burning it. Nearly, but the sound that wanted to be was prematurely muffled by a brick wall as he was slammed against it, Gabriel pressing against his back, soft laughter that sounded too innocent to fit the situation spilling from the angel's lips.

"Come on now, demon," the angel whispered, "Won't you even fight back?"

Balthazar growled, but his body was sluggish, numb from the alcohol, and he could only barely manage to push back against Gabriel in a way that incidentally pressed his ass against the angel's crotch and the erection that waited there.

"Hungry for demon ass, Gabriel?" Balthazar asked, "Come on then, show me what your holy rod can do."

Gabriel responded by pressing his erection harder against Balthazar before pulling away completely. Balthazar felt hands on his waist, but was focusing all his attention on staying upright, arms braced against the wall. The sudden feel of cold air against his privates made him shiver as he realized Gabriel had pulled his pants, boxers along with them, down to his ankles. Then there was the blunt head of his cock pressing against his opening, angelic flesh burning his demonic skin wherever it touched.

"Behold," the angel whispered, lips pressing scorching kisses to the demon's neck, "The power of God."

And Balthazar screamed a blood curdling scream as Gabriel thrust into him, tearing and burning him as he went. He writhed and fought against the angel, but his position was awkward, and while the pain had sobered him instantly, he felt dizzy and like he was falling from cliff, or like he had missed a step on a flight of stairs. Gabriel was pounding into him hard, pressing his face into the wall with one hand while the other clutched tightly to his waist, forcing him forward and pulling him back in time with his angry thrusts.

"No wonder John likes you so much," the angel whispered viciously. "I might keep you around just to fuck, too."

The words made the demon tense, his struggles renewed as the angel continued to fuck him without hesitation.

"I like that reaction," Gabriel breathed, voice deeper in anticipation of his release. "I think you've more a soul than John does. I can feel the hurt in you at the idea that he doesn't care."

Balthazar was whimpering in pain, and Gabriel was feeding off that pain as well as any demon could. It made the androgynous angel feel powerful, a feeling he didn't often get as a lackey to God. The demon still struggled feebly against the angel, but his energy was waning as he was burned from the inside out.

"He doesn't care you know," Gabriel continued, a monologue that caused almost as much pain to his victim as his physical administrations did. "He just liked the noises you make, and the power that comes with making you submit to his will. I can feel that power now too."

The angel's heart was racing, balls tightening, his thrusting becoming erratic as he drew closer to completion. He began to laugh breathlessly as he came, his semen flooding Balthazar's intestines and burning through them like acid. He pulled free of Balthazar quickly, letting the demon slide down the wall to his knees. In a great imitation of affection, Gabriel leaned down and pressed an acidic kiss to the back of his neck before disappearing in a flurry of feathers. Balthazar stayed there for a long time, fingers clutching the brick wall as well as they were able, a mixture of semen and blood dribbling down the insides of his thighs.