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In retrospect, Aki should’ve realized something was off when Angel never asked for a second cone.
It starts well enough, in the sense that Aki does all the work, while Angel tries not to make too much of a fuss about having to walk. Still, there’s a heaviness in the air that Aki can’t quite shake off — something dense that clogs his throat and coats the underside of his tongue. He’d fault the devil they killed earlier, whose blood he can still unfortunately smell on his suit, if not that this hint of a scent is anything but revolting. If not for its persistence, Aki would just assume a passerby forgot to wear their scent blockers. Did someone scent him, earlier in the morning?
“Don’t want to work anymore,” Angel says, his cadence flat.
“And when is it that you want to?” Aki sighs. Tilting his head back, he can see Angel dragging his feet, walking only a couple of steps behind him, with both his shoulders and wings drooping — impossibly so, even his halo seems to be discontent. “Keep up.”
Angel whines about “not wanting to,” but he still makes an attempt. Aki raises both eyebrows, though he does slow down a little, measuring his steps to make it easier for Angel, who still looks disgruntled about having to keep patrolling the streets.
His gaze falls on Angel’s, then on his flushed cheeks, framed by long strands of red hair.
The scent in the air is too sweet to be coppery. “Do you smell it, too?” he asks. A human Alpha has an above-average sense of smell, but a devil, no matter its secondary sex, would be no match for a human. Surely, Angel can smell this scent, too.
Angel stops walking so abruptly, his sneakers creak against the asphalt. Now, he’s staring wide-eyed at Aki, his halo all too bright even in daylight.
The Future Devil’s voice is just as abrupt, accompanied by a too vivid image of Angel’s glassy gaze and ruddy cheeks, his body putty in larger, gloved hands.
‘getting cold feet?’
“Can we take a break?” Angel’s voice is airy as he punches out his request.
All fiends and devils working in Public Security are on heavy drugs to make sure their cycles stay monitored, if not completely suppressed. If not, it’s all too easy for their bloodlust to prevail over other desires — and even if it doesn’t, it does no good for devils and fiends to get too cozy, in particular if it were to affect their job and their human colleagues.
“Oi—”
Aki steadies Angel with a hand on his shoulder — fingers wrapped in leather, digging into his deceptively lithe frame, to keep him upright. His eyes trail over how Angel tenses under his touch, how his wings puff out and he tilts his head to the side, blinking slowly as if even that is too much work. Then, the scent hits Aki again, thick enough it coats his tongue in sugary vice — the scent of an Omega close to their heat, a scent undoubtedly emanating from Angel.
Angel leans in, his halo moving back as Aki feels Angel’s hair tickle the front of his shirt. He fully expects Angel to rest his head against his chest, a part of him anticipating how it’ll feel to have Angel so close, once more.
It never happens. Angel reigns himself in, his wings wrapped around himself as a last-resort barrier between them.
Even if Aki already knows Angel is an Omega, this is the first time he so much as catches a glimpse of his scent. Opening his mouth has never proved to be a more arduous task — he can taste Angel on his tongue. “Let’s get you out of here.”
He hasn’t left his car far away, but it does feel that way. Even with Angel’s wings pressed tightly against his body, he feels as if he can sense Angel’s body heat, just by walking by his side. He’s relieved that Angel is cooperating without protests, for once.
The moment his car is in view, Angel dives for the backseats, sprawling himself across them, in a cocoon of candid feathers.
Fingers tightening around the steering wheel, Aki observes him from the back mirror. “Just… hang in there, until we’re back to Headquarters,” he says, making the mistake of deeply breathing in. “Need scent blockers?” It’s not even a question.
“Don’t want to…”
“You need them,” he says, a little harshly, though he’s not even certain they’d do anything, at this point.
Angel shakes his head. “No. No, I mean… not there.”
Something tugs at Aki’s insides, something he should really not dwell on. Instead, he throws back a pack of unopened scent blockers from the glove compartment, and turns on the ignition.
He tells himself not to look back, to focus on the road and make sure they both arrive in one piece back at Headquarters, where someone will make sure the Angel Devil is back to his allocated room.
He sees Angel checking the blockers, peeling one on each side of his neck, replacing the older blockers that were already covering his scent glands. Aki doesn’t need verbal confirmation to know they won’t do anything. He can already feel temptation squeeze around his throat.
Weighted down by his own suit jacket and shirt, Aki wants — no, needs — to peel his layers off. He shakes his head off — that would be insanity. He looks at Angel through the back mirror, taking in the way he pants, lips rosy with spit, as his fists grasp the leather seats.
Aki’s arm is heavy as he raises one hand from the steering wheel to tug at his tie, loosening the pressure around his throat. Not that it’s the tie the problem — with every breath he takes, the sweeter the aftertaste on his tongue becomes.
Laying on the backseats, Angel also seems unable to find comfort. His body turns and twists, his wings bumping into Aki’s seat at every turn. Aki looks back again, noticing the way Angel keeps his nose and lips pressed to the seat under him, as if trying to keep out other scents.
Aki goes to open the windows on the back to get rid of the excess of pheromones, but stops himself. The need to be discreet — the desire to be selfish and covet this moment. It makes him sick.
“Angel, I’m taking you—”
“Please.”
Aki nearly hits the breaks. He doesn’t remember a single occasion in which Angel has begged for anything, just demanded favors off Aki.
He groans, head bumping back against the headrest. “What do you need?”
“It smells off…” — a pang of hurt overwhelms Aki — “doesn’t smell like you… here.”
Aki’s grip tightens around the steering wheel. Truly a devil. He refuses to look away from the road. His voice is tight as he asks: “What do you want me to do, then?”
Angel is quiet. Weak as he is, Aki looks back, eyes trailing along Angel’s movements, the way he rubs his cheek against the leather seat under him.
Making sure to always keep a hand on the steering wheel, Aki takes off his suit jacket and throws it behind him for Angel to catch. With the blockers he always wears at work, the traces of his scent, left on his jacket or even his own car, aren’t as strong as they could be, but Angel doesn’t seem to mind.
Aki is far too weak not to check for a reaction on the back mirror, just to see Angel nuzzle into the collar of his suit jacket.
“Angel.”
A whine rings in Aki’s ears as he takes a sharp turn into a secondary road, parking the car to the side. Head in hands, he inhales all too heavily more of Angel’s scent.
“Human… what are you doing?”
A deep sigh, then: “I don’t know.” The urge to step out of the car, stretch his legs, and force clear air into his lungs is scarily tempting. Yet, as he looks at the back mirror, meeting Angel’s gaze, he can’t move, not as he sees most of Angel’s face pressed into his suit jacket as the wings hug him.
He finds himself turning around, elbow pressed into his backrest to directly look back at Angel, whose eyes immediately follow him.
One of Angel’s hands pokes from his cocoon of ethereal feathers, dainty fingers stretched out towards Aki, before he stops himself. Aki watches as those fingers retract into his wings. He needs to trail his gaze only a little higher to face Angel's scowl.
“It’s way too risky,” Angel says, sharply. Not that Aki feels himself swayed, seeing Angel still bunching his jacket with a small fist, nose and lips still pressed into its collar, seeking Aki’s lingering scent. “I’m used to spend my heats alone,” he grits out, panting. “Worry about yourself, human. An Alpha so close to an Omega in heat is bound to make a foolish mistake.”
Angel doesn't need to remind him of how little time he's left for those.
Aki stretches his neck, leaning his head against the headrest of his seat. “So, should I leave you here and take a walk?” Aki asks. Just speaking lets more of Angel’s sweet scent in, now viciously tightening a hook around his throat. He has said that with sarcasm, but he’s slightly horrified at how Angel seems to be considering the option.
“We can’t touch.”
“We can through cloth.” Aki can see both annoyance and embarrassment flushing Angel’s cheeks red.
“You looked so scared, when we got in the car,” Angel says, voice nearly muffled by Aki’s jacket — not that he can hear him clearly, above the pounding of his heart — “now you change your mind. Stop being so reckless.”
“Then, do you want me to step out of the car?” he asks again, “at least until you’ve blown off some steam by yourself?” Aki doesn’t want to think about how agonizing it’d be stepping inside in his car, once Angel would be done, his scent lingering behind, for days to come.
Angel frowns, slowly shaking his head. “Devils are greedy. You don’t have to be a fool.”
“I’m offering,” he says. He can see and hear Angel grumble, as he shakes his head. However, Aki doesn’t move, not until he sees one of Angel’s hands reach out for him and grab him by his elbow. Aki goes easily, nearly bumping his head into the car roof, to crawl on top of him.
Angel stretches his wings away from Aki, one bumping into the front seats, the other hovering over Aki’s back, as if cocooning them both in ethereal white.
He observes how Angel hides away his hands, away from Aki and his own body, grasping for the leather of the seats under them.
“Let me help you out,” he mutters, “let’s get this over with.” Aki isn’t sure if Angel is humming in agreement or to call out his bullshit.
Close enough that Angel’s pheromones are all he can smell and taste, Aki has to repress the urge to cover the bottom half of his face to block out Angel’s scent.
He remembers how it felt embracing Angel in his arms, and without second thoughts, Aki reaches for him, hands settling over the dip in his waist, squeezing until the tips of his thumbs touch.
Angel’s eyes are focused on his every move. “You don’t need to do all this,” he says, as if Aki hasn’t perceived the change in his scent just now.
Still, he slows down, gently raising his hands. “You don’t like it?”
Angel scoffs. “I didn’t say that…”
Aki’s eyes soften. His hands hesitate but a moment before reaching for Angel, once more. They settle on the slight curve of his hips, trailing lightly up to his chest, tracing soft patterns with his fingers, just under Angel’s collarbones. Between Angel’s suit and his own leather gloves, Aki can barely feel the heat under his fingertips and palms, yet he can already see Angel squirm, so unused as he is to the barest of touches.
Seeing Angel blush past his neck, Aki can’t help but imagine how his pale chest would flush pink from lust. With one hand, he grasps Angel’s tie and tugs on it.
“What are you doing?” Angel asks immediately, voice tense.
“You’re overheating.”
Angel shakes his head. “I—no… too risky.”
“I’m fully dressed.”
Angel groans, eyes raking down Aki’s figure and settling over his crotch, where a tent is already visible in his slacks.
“That’s—” Angel mutters, shaking his head, hair falling over his eyes as his halo vibrates intensely. “Only my jacket… keep my shirt on.”
Aki hums, immediately getting to work on peeling one layer off Angel. There’s little finesse due to how cramped the car is, but Aki eventually manages to get Angel down to his dress shirt.
Then, he bows down, curling above Angel, and wraps his lips around Angel’s nipple. The reaction is immediate — Angel goes taut in his hands, a small whiny sound escapes from his lips, as Aki can see his feathers twitch and his halo brighten up the interior of the car. Aki feels himself smile against the soft, now wet fabric of Angel’s dress shirt. He sucks and licks, forcing more pressure with his tongue on Angel’s nipple, as his hands settle on his hipbones, pushing them flat to the leather seats under them.
“A-Aki…” A soft warning, one Aki can get inebriated on, any time. Angel is grasping the leather seats under him with such strength, Aki is sure they’ll soon break apart.
Aki bites lightly on Angel’s nipple, feeling him tremble under his body, legs kicking aimlessly, as Aki settles himself cleanly between his thighs. With their crotches pressed together, Aki can’t ignore anymore the pressure in his own slacks, how tight they feel against his bulge.
Angel’s thighs quiver around his, as if trying to squeeze him.
“Relax,” Aki warns, even if he feels feverish the more he looks at Angel sprawled out under him.
Angel lets out a high-pitched whine. “…too much,” he hisses. “Do something.”
Aki licks his lips, tasting Angel’s scent all over them. Then, he leans towards the passenger seat in the front, reaching for the glove compartment to grab a pack of condoms that Angel is eyeing with excessive amusement.
Angel’s stare, followed by a raised eyebrow, is enough to make Aki’s ears turn bright pink. “Not a word.”
Angel’s huff of amusement soon turns into a hiss, as Aki’s hands grasp the buckle of his belt. He makes quick work of it, lowering his slacks mid-thigh, eyes immediately drawn to the peek of Angel’s bare skin.
“Don’t just stare…”
Aki gulps, hands tightly grasped around Angel’s hipbones, the heat of his bare skin seeping through Aki’s leather gloves. A tight knots settles deep in his stomach at the sight of Angel’s white panties being visibly soaked through, his trembling thighs, their inner sides coated with a thin layer of slick.
Aki feels the irrational urge to bite down — maw on anything but the lethal, devastating angel laid half-bare under him.
“Ah, human, move!”
Aki does, his fingers slip under Angel’s panties, stroking between his folds. His eyes are now focused on Angel, on how he shudders under him, cheeks aflame and pupils blown wide.
He presses a fingertips inside, as he lays his other hand on Angel’s trembling thigh and squeezes, gently pushing it as far as his slacks allow to.
“Do you like this?”
Angel’s blush spreads as far down as his collarbones, now a shade similar to his hair. He nods, hands still clinging to the leather seats.
“More.”
Aki chuckles. “So demanding.” Still, he slides his finger between Angel’s folds, then pushes the tip inside his hole. He’s drunk on Angel’’s reactions — the soft whines escaping his lips, the tremor in his body, the tension in his legs and wings, all at the barest of Aki’s touches.
He pushes his finger farther inside, soon followed by a second. Angel is gasping under him, his eyelashes moist, nearly sparkling under the bright light of his halo.
With his thumb, Aki presses into Angel’s clit. It punches a moan out of Angel, his thighs now shakily pressed against Aki’s forearm.
Aki leans in, breathing in Angel’s sweet scent. “Relax for me.” He feels Angel squirm under the hold he has on his thigh, and squeezes as he curls his fingers inside him.
Angel gasps, lips rosy from being bitten — Aki wishes he could do that, dragging his lips over his body and kissing him bloody. He wonders if the leather of his gloves is rough on Angel’s skin, if it’s part of the reasons why he’s reacting so vocally to each brush of Aki’s fingers.
Aki sees the moment Angel reaches his peak, just as he thrusts a third finger inside. Angel clenches around his fingers, his body tensing before he melts under Aki.
His tongue goes dry at the sight — Angel’s mouth open around a silent moan, sweat running down his bare skin, with cheeks flushed and eyes moist, framed by the light of his halo, and his wings puffed out, each of his feathers shaking. Angel is divine.
“…Careful,” Angel huffs, voice wrecked.
Only then does Aki realize how far has he leant in, curled up above Angel’s body. He nods, slowly, reeling in his instincts to dive down instead. As he straightens back up as far as he can, in this cramped car, he becomes painfully aware of just how tight his slacks are.
His suit feels stifling, the fabric sticking to his body as if an uncomfortable second layer of skin.
“Are you…” he never finishes the question, unsure himself of what he wanted to ask.
If possible, Angel’s flush intensifies. “Better,” he mutters, as if uttering more than one word is too much effort.
To his surprise, he sees Angel raise his hands, carefully reaching out for one of Aki’s arms. Aki feels his erection fill out against his slacks, as he sees Angel guide to his lips Aki’s gloved hand, wet with his own slick. A pink tongue swipes across Aki’s index and middle fingers, licking up the traces left by his slick.
Entranced by the vision, Aki traces his thumb across Angel’s bottom lip, smearing more slick over his chin. “I… you need to tell me—I can’t—”
Angel lets out a low whine, half-muffled by the pads of Aki’s fingers pressed onto his tongue.
“More… need more.”
Angel isn’t really begging or pleading anymore, so much as he requests favors, and Aki can’t deny him — he definitely isn’t going to start, now.
“Turn around,” Aki says. He pulls his hand out of Angel’s mouth and grasp, laying it down on his shoulder to help him turn on his front.
Angel only stares, eyes blown wide, nearly eclipsing the red of his irises. When he does follow Aki’s request, it’s not smooth, and he nearly smacks Aki in the face with one of his wings.
Aki has to brace himself against the backrests not to crawl over Angel immediately, trying to cling to his last semblance of reason.
He leans back against the car door, unbuckling his own belt to pull out his cock. Even if the leather of his gloves seems soft at a glance, he hisses as he takes his cock in his hand — the leather feels coarse, which only makes his erection fills out more in his hand. He thinks back to when he’d those same fingers inside Angel, how unabashedly he reacted to each and every of Aki’s touches, and nearly came just at the memory.
Not wanting to risk that, or even making Angel wait any longer, Aki takes out a condom from the pack he’s brought with him, and rolls it over his cock. He strokes himself, his fingers and palm still wet from Angel’s slick and spit.
“Inside,” Angel groans, voice breathy. With a foot, he nudges Aki’s leg, as he looks up from where his head is laying over his folded arms. Aki has always been aware of how small Angel is compared to him, but seeing him easily bent across the backseats only makes Aki ache for more.
Aki is careful. He hooks Angel’s panties to the side and rubs his tip against his folds.
With one hand, he presses against the small of Angel’s back, fingertips grazing the feathers closest to Angel’s back. Instead of thrusting in, Aki lets his hand wander higher, slightly hiking up more of Angel’s dress shirt, to put more pressure between Angel’s spread out wings.
Those ethereal feathers appear as if part of a sacred image — immacolate, candid, everything Angel is not. Definitely not now, not with his head nestled in his folded arms, flushed cheek squished against his knuckles, back arched and ass perked up in the air.
“Aki,” Angel calls for him, “move.”
A shaky, breathy laugh escapes Aki’s lips at the whiny request. He still doesn’t thrust inside. Instead, he brushes his fingertips along the feathers of one of his wings.
It punches a soft moan out of Angel, quickly turning into a loud sob as Aki wraps his fingers around those ethereal feathers and pulls.
“Sh-ah—human! A-Aki!” Angel tenses in his arms. Aki can feel slick coat the tip of his cock, even through the condom.
Inch by inch, Aki presses into him, one hand flat on Angel’s back, the other grabbing him by his hipbone.
Angel’s hair falls over his shoulder, baring his nape for Aki to see, illuminated by his halo. Suddenly, he isn’t so sure this position was a good idea.
Angel pants, babbling nonsense between breathy whimpers and coy moans. “Aki!”
“I got you,” he grits out, tightening his hold on Angel’s hipbone.
Hand still wrapped in Angel’s feathers, Aki pulls, a little harder with each thrust, setting a rhythm that has Angel mindlessly rocking back into his hips, followed by more whimpers falling from his lips.
“Don’t stop—don’t you dare—ah!”
Aki groans, his body shaking as he feels Angel clench around him, trembling just as hard as he does.
He feels his own climax approaching, his body tensing in anticipation. A litany of Aki is all that rings in his ears, all that keeps him from forgetting himself and their circumstances. Angel is so warm and tight, his scent a second skin by this point — Aki pulls harder on Angel’s hip, making him wail and thrash about in his hands. He grunts when Angel clenches down on him as he finally reaches his orgasm, when Angel all but sag down, spent, while Aki tries and fails to slow down his thrusts.
All too soon, his hips stutter. Frantically, he pulls out and rolls off the condom. Before he can think twice, he comes in his hand, splatters landing on the dip of Angel’s back.
Windows rolled down, Aki hangs his head back, fingers twitching for a cigarette — he hasn’t felt this strong a urge to smoke, since he’s first thrown out his last pack.
“Are you alright?” Angel asks, voice breathy. “I didn’t trigger your rut, did I?”
Good question. Aki sighs, straightening his back and pulling his head back inside the car. “I should be asking this,” he says, feeling a trickle of guilt. He helped Angel dressed back up, after cleaning him as best as he could, but once hit with the realization of how strongly Angel’s pheromones have permeated his car, Aki couldn’t help but take a breath of fresh air. “Do you feel better,” he asks, frowning, “at least for now?”
He has no illusion that this is enough to completely deal with an Omega’s heat, but for the moment Angel seems back to his usual behavior.
He’s relieved to see Angel nod. “It was good.”
Aki feels his ears burn at the praise. “Let’s get back, then.” — Aki sees with the corner of his eye Angel lean against the car door, letting out a tired, confused grumble — “I’ll call Headquarters to let them know you’ll stay at my place tonight.” Maybe he should also give Kishibe a call, to ask him to keep Denji and Power away from his home, for a while.
Angel’s chortle captures all of Aki’s attention back for himself. Aki turns his gaze back on him, admiring how he's still lazily slumped against the car door, his wings gently resting above his arms. “I want some ice-cream, too.”
Aki peels his gloves off, before getting out of his car, all too aware of how he’s already stocked his freezer up with Angel’s favorite ice-cream, in the distant possibility of him visiting.
Sitting back behind the steering wheel, Aki hums, gaze fleetingly resting on the back mirror to glance at Angel, who is already sleepily staring at him.
“It’s a deal.”