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Thread: A Religious Madman (Churchw/Fisticuffs)

RE A Religious Madman Lucas may have been slightly boring and had a dry sense of humor but Simon had enough giggles to go around for the both of them. Having been so old and tormented for so long his mind was too great for a pathetic human vessel, it simply could not take it. Simon wondered if you would again be put into a human, perhaps a younger one next time to spend even more time on Earth, which to him was a hell in itself. Simon didn't pay attention to a lot of what Lucas had said to him. More often than not he didn't listen when people spoke to him, especially when they had no idea what they were talking about. Plus, his attention span had significantly diminished over the past few centuries. Simon noticed a change in the demon, he was suddenly much more direct, getting to the point instead of making conversation like Simon had been doing. He leaned back, trying to move away from him but the fingers found his forehead anyway, and for a brief moment his wings were back, he could feel them and they were there. Now, this demon held the angels attention. His body ached for the wings that were gone given the short rememberance of when they had been there. How did you do that? he asked softly, grey eyes meeting the solid black. What do you want? Can you make them come back permenantly? he asked, watching Lucas. He didn't really care what it took for Lucas to give him his wings back, there wasn't much he would refuse. The better question was why he was coming for help to an angel in an insane asylum when he couldn't even leave his room without a muzzle strapped to his face. Simon knew that there were plenty of angels on the outside who were more than willing to do a demon a favor for something that the angels themselves might not be able to get their hands on. Simon was just wondering what this demon so badly needed that he was willing to go through all of this trouble just to get to him. What is it going to take to get them back? he asked, suddenly his delierium had gone dormant for more important conversations to be had than him laughing for a while. Yes, Simon was crazy but when it came to something like his wings, it seemed to cut through all of the madness so that he could focus on something real and carry on an intelligent conversation.
Thread: A Religious Madman (Churchw/Fisticuffs)

RE A Religious Madman Lucas didn't bother to hide the smile that briefly jumped across his expression. Ah, he had reached Simon. The real Simon. Of course it wasn't difficult. The flesh had eaten at his mind. The mortal body was a prison too tight for such a fantastic creature as Simon. He was choked and dragged down with chains until his mind was squeezed into this broken form. Lucas had heard stories before. Both demon and angel inprisoned in such a twisted way. None of them lasted very long. Death had always been the better answer than.. this. Lucas might have felt sorry for Simon if he didn't need the man. At the moment, though, he could kiss the man for being so damn convenient . The question only pulled Lucas back, moving further away from the angel as he continued to speak. What did he want? The angel was clever. Nothing came without a price. I can. He teased the man with hope, dangling it in front of him like a bone to a god. He could make this permanent. He could, as far as Simon was aware. He bent his knees and rocked back to the balls of his feet as he met Simon at eye level. His dark eyes held interest as he studied every bit of Simon. His expression, his stance, his eyes. Simon, I am on the hunt for something I cannot obtain without the help of an angel. His voice was direct and even. He was telling the direct truth as far as he felt Simon needed to know. Five years. Five years in my service. You follow my command and no one else. If you help me, you will be free. If you refuse, I will walk out of this room and you will spend the rest of your miserable life inside that reached body
Thread: A Religious Madman (Churchw/Fisticuffs)

RE A Religious Madman Different emotions were running through Simon as he considered whether taking a deal like this would be worth it or not. He kept thinking about it, making it seem like he had given himself another choice but he had honsetly already made a decision in his mind. In the grand scheme of things five years was nothing, especially if he was free after that and was rid of this pathetic prison of a body. It was dangerous to do deals with demons if you were an angel, even if you had been shut out by your own kind, though there wasn't much else that Simon could do that could get him what he wanted like what Lucas was offering. When the other was eye level Simon could really see into his eyes, or he could see the black depths that no longer frightened him like it had. Fine, I'll do it. But if you break your promise, then something worse than Hell will befall you Simon said to him, wondering what it was exactly that he was needing that an angel had to help him out. He honestly couldn't think of anything worthwhile that would warrant such meticulous planning and making a deal with an angel trapped inside a human's body. A small smirk came to his face and he gazed at the door so how do you plan on sneaking a psycho cannibal out of here without drawing the attention of the entire staff and state and local police? Simon asked the demon. He would go along with whatever he was thinking but there was no way that they were all just going to let him fall off the map to trapaise around with Lucas, even if he could convince them that he was a doctor. By that time the two guards had come back to check on the two men, bringing restraints and tranquilizers just in case. They looked surprised to find Simon so calm and still, especially since he wasn't even laughing. They looked at Lucas and wondered who he was that he could calm down someone so quickly and seriously hoped that he would stick around to help out with some of the other patients who were rowdy almost as often as Simon was.
Thread: A Religious Madman (Churchw/Fisticuffs)

As Lucas retreated from that special room and stepped further down the white halls, he could hear the anger boiling from the lone man within. No one paid it any mind. It was normal in this place. So horribly normal. Lucas did not hide his cheery smile. He knew he would leave Simon wanting. He wanted to watch. To sit in the corner, invisible, and simply watch Simon stew . Alas it could not be. There were things to be done and Lucas couldn't wave his hand over such complicated proceedings. This.. this took a softer touch. That softer touch took one month and seventeen days. He was fully credentialed and now a full time specialist working for the hospital. Oh the interesting people he got to play with. None were quite as interesting as Simon though. That was why Lucas felt so.. giddy when the door opened before him. He folded his hands behind his back and walked in with a smooth stride. The white jacket a stark change to his previous attire. It only countered the blackness in his eyes. He watched dispassionately while Simon's binds were checked one last time and the men he couldn't for the life of him remember the names of stepped out of the room. His eyes slowly turned over the room, his steps taking him away from Simon at first, his hands still clasped calmly behind him. Simon's words burned. Lucas could feel the frazzled gaze on his back. He didn't turn around. Not until he finished talking. Hallucinations? He asked sharply, insulted. He regarded Simon, eyes flickering up and down his form before he stepped forward in defined steps, slow and purposed. You believe me a figment of your imagination? Lucas laughed at the possibility. He came to Simon's side and crouched down, long fingers slid gently through Simon's hair, almost caressing him as Lucas unlatched the muzzle and dragged it away from Simon's mouth. He held it up and smiled, Better?
Thread: A Religious Madman (Churchw/Fisticuffs)

Simon watched the other male, blinking when it sounded like he was angry. Why would his hallucination be angry at being addressed as such. He wondered if he were angry at himself for something so his mind was waging war on itself in a very strange way. Simon suddenly wondered if he would be beating himself up soon for something he didn't even remember doing. His eyes followed the form and the gentle swaying of the white coat that he wore, it barely offsetting the darkness of his eyes. Simon began to lean away from the approaching figure but he could lean back too far or he'd fall backwards, watching the outstretched hand warily. The touch was certainly real. There was no possible way he could imagine a feeling as gentle and calming, though his eyes meant demon, and why on earth would a demon be so kind. Simon felt the mask fall away from his face, looking into Lucas' face and unable to keep himself from smiling a little much. Though if you could get rid of this he said, shaking his arms and in turn the buckles on the jacket that would be great he admitted, looking up at the other. Simon suddenly remembered why he had thought Lucas was a hallucination and grew angry that he wasn't you left me here for almost two entire months. What the hell were you doing? You come marching in here and tell me you need my help and then you leave me in here while they keep sending idiot doctors for me to talk to. Simon looked on angrily at the other, his eyes scanning the others face for clues as to what he really wanted and why he needed the help of an insane angel trapped in a mortal body. He wondered how binding the contract was, of if there technically was a contract. Simon didn't really believe in verbal contracts and he hadn't given up his blood anytime recently. Maybe he could just tell this looney to fuck off and he wouldn't have to worry about it, maybe he could just die in peace, even if he didn't have his wings with him after all. I don't think you told me what your name was he said after a little while, wondering if he were a lesser demon or a greater, maybe it would help him have an idea of what he was wanting.
Thread: A Religious Madman (Churchw/Fisticuffs)

Lucas allowed a low chuckle to escape his chest as Simon teased him to remove the jacket binding his arms. Instead, Lucas seemed far more interested in the mask that he had pulled from Simon. Lucas rocked back allowing Simon his space as his thumb rolled over the smooth plastic. The metal bars that marked the mouth's location was strangely ironic. They were imprisoning Simon's lips, his teeth, and his tongue. Lucas smiled a hungry smile, imagining those lips bloomed in red, rending flesh and gnawing bone. Lucas' tongue slipped free, brushing across his own lips before his mind returned to reality, dark eyes drifting up to Simon. You are angry Lucas observed, as if he had not heard a single thing Simon had said. Though he did draw out a sigh, his hand waving as he set the mask down and dropped down onto the bed beside Simon, flopping back to sprawl across the sparse bed like it was his very own. I never promised I would free you from these white walls. He waved his hand over his head again, gesturing to Simon's little prison. I could. Oh yes, I could. He teased Simon, but you are broken, and I need you.. tamed. He sat up again, spinning a little to cross his legs and face Simon, his white coat flying out behind him. He had a nice little name tag on it, he pointed at it with a confident grin, My name is Doctor Smith. Again he teased Simon, just to see his reaction. He was feeling.. particularly happy today. Why not have some fun. You can call me Lucas.
Thread: A Religious Madman (Churchw/Fisticuffs)

Simon looked at the demon who suddenly flipped down on the bed as if it were his own. His eyes narrowed slightly at him when he spoke I am not some dog and I am not broken, he replied angrily and looked away from him. I did not agree to just sit here while you do whatever you feel like when I'm sitting in some cell without even some decent food. Simon turned to watch the other and frowned, waiting for him to give an actual name and not the name he used to infiltrate the hospital. Lucas he said, trying the name on his tongue. He was sitting there, motionless, when he suddenly moved quickly, bringing his leg up towards Lucas's head, attempting to pin his neck underneath his shin. Two fucking months you left me here you son of a bitch! For what?! So you could get into the pants of all the nurses before you decided to catch up with me again? You're damn right I'm fucking angry! He yelled, footsteps sounding down the hall as the two idiots who usually watched him came to check in to make sure Simon was still somewhat under control. You alright Doc? One asked, preferring to leave them alone since he hated working with Simon. He always had to watch his fingers around this crazy.
Thread: A Religious Madman (Churchw/Fisticuffs)

I remember exactly what you agreed to. Lucas said pointedly. His head tilted so that he could see the angel's sour mood written all over his body. You agreed to help me. And in exchange, I free you. Lucas tilted his eyes to the ceiling once more. I will free your soul, Simon. I said nothing about freeing your filthy human body from this place. He would have said more. Oh did he love to speak down to the man who could go no lower in the wrungs of mortal life. He would have, but his words were cut off when the heavy bone of Simon's shin pressed into his throat. A snort pressed out of him as his dark eyes flickered up to Simon's smoldering gaze. He met it with a cool gaze, though his face was getting red without the proper circulation. He hadn't even lift his hands to push the man. No, what he really seemed to be doing was observing . The knock at the door drew Lucas' eyes away. He heard the call. Ah, the men, coming to check on the mad patient and the good doctor. Lucas smiled. His hand lift to press against Simon's him and, in a mad rush, inhuman strength pushed into Simon, bowling him over as Lucas flipped the man. Simon's back hit the mattress and Lucas was suddenly there, on top of him. Excited breath escaped between Lucas' lips as he pressed his hand's into Simon's shoulders, pinning him while he settled himself between Simon's legs, pressing him with a mad grin on his face. I'm fine boys. Give me some time to work. I will call when I need you. He was the voice of professionalism.
Thread: A Religious Madman (Churchw/Fisticuffs)

Being on top of Lucas gave the angel a sense of power he hadn't felt in so, so long. His breath had quickened a bit and he looked down on him in anger, wanting the power that was rightfully his instead of having to cower to these mere mortals incessantly. The lack of fear struck deep inside of him as well, only furthering his anger of his position. Before, merely his presence would strike fear in demons, now he was a joke, nothing to be taken seriously. But how could he blame them? He had been forced into the body of a mortal. A pathetic, weak mortal. A body that could not even handle him. That was falling apart because he was simply too great a creature. Simon heard the knock, though didn't associate it with men. He was too focused on the demon beneath him whose face was growing redder as the short amount of time passed. In one moment Lucas was smiling, the next Simon was on his back, sucking in as the air was knocked from his lungs in the quick movement. His eyes shot to the door, wondering if the men had heard the noise and if they would enter. He wondered what they would do if they did. It was his word against Lucas' and he could easily make it appear as if he had been attacking him, though he had he had not been a real threat. The demon was clearly having too much fun to let him go now, the angel glaring up at the other as he was pinned to the mattress. Simon let a flash of pain cross his face, his body writhing underneath him until Lucas pressed harder, stilling him. Breathing nervously, Simon looked up into Lucas' face and wondered what was going through the man's head. Simon was mad. That much was clear. But Lucas, he seemed to be completely bonkers as well. Or he was just a sadist and enjoyed his job here a little too much. Simon cursed these pathetic bodies and their tender weakness, hating the fact that a little force in one area could bring a man to his knees and tears to his eyes. What do you want Lucas? His voice came out rough, a little worried with the man pushing down on him like that. Do you mind? This is a little intimate for a second date, he said, trying to be clever when he realized that Lucas might actually want that from him along with whatever else his ambitions were set on.
Thread: A Religious Madman (Churchw/Fisticuffs)

The men on the other side of the door never replied. Lucas watched the door with a dull interest, waiting until he was sure the men were gone. They were. His words had given them a clear excuse to leave without getting their fingers bit. Simon's words were what pulled his attention back to the man laid out before him, like a dish waiting to be eaten. Lucas smiled again. I don't appreciate being attacked, Simon. His words held a touch of teasing disappointment his smile widened to a full grin and he rolled his hips, pressing himself between Simon's legs as his dark eyes glinted with absolute glee. He was playing with Simon. I have offered you your freedom. Your wings on silver platter. And what do you do? He slid closer to Simon, ensuring every part of him was against Simon. His cheek brushed against the angel's and hot words whispered into the curves of Simon's ear, You bite my hand. A warm tongue slipped out and ran the edges of Simon's ear, sliding down to his earlobe as a hand lift and gripped at the locks of Simon's hair, tugging them tight between clenched fist, steadying Simon as the tongue pulled Simon's earlobe between sharp teeth. Lucas bit down until he tasted blood. His tongue quickly slid over it to lap at the small drop of blood. I thought you wanted to be free. I thought you craved your wings, Simon His voice dropped low as he rumbled in his chest.
Thread: A Religious Madman (Churchw/Fisticuffs)

Simon prayed he would get off. He could handle the demon being in the room but this? This was a little bit too much. Why was he such an idiot? He shouldn't have agreed to anything Lucas had said. But his wings. His beautiful, wonderfully white, perfect wings. He wanted them so badly. So very badly. His teeth were clenched tightly with his discomfort, looking up at the other. So many emotions were running through his head and his eyes were like an open book into his soul, surprise appearing as he felt Lucas pressing against him. His face flushed a bright red and he tried to take his mind away from the fact that someone was rubbing against his body in a way that he had never felt before. The demon was then so close. So close he could not even see his eyes though their skin touched and Simon closed his own eyes, hoping it would stop. His words sent a minute shudder through his body, unable to help what his body was responding to even though his mind had the brakes on and yelling at the demon to quit. 'Oh God, kill me now' the man prayed, feeling the tongue as well as the arousal in the pit of his stomach that burned like acid. You left me he whispered softly, almost pleading with the man for something though he wasn't sure what. His head was steadied though his eyes remained closed, not even trying to fight him at this point. A gutteral noise of pain came from his lungs and he moved his hips around to try and get Lucas to roll off of him. I do Simon whined desperately, his body going limp as he gave up against him. There was no use fighting him when he could even use his arms to fight back. Simon had never been one to think about sex as something he would do. It just wasn't. He had never even experienced lust because he hadn't allowed himself to but when he heard his name spoken by Lucas, a sort of need filled him and he wanted to hear him speak that way again though he would never, ever admit that to him. He wasn't real enthusiastic admitting it to himself. Lucas please, Simon begged, not knowing what he was begging for. Perhaps mercy, death, sex, or a number of things all at the same time.
Thread: A Religious Madman (Churchw/Fisticuffs)

I made no promise to stay. Lucas hissed back, his lips running gently across the angel's ear. Oh he did love to hear the soft, confused gasps escaping from his angel. The look of dread and anticipation flickering across his eyes was positively intoxicating. Lucas' nose slid through the golden locks, his body sliding up Simon's to follow his head. Simon smelled like human and institution and frustration. It curled in Lucas' stomach and the demon's grip tightened against Simon's locks in retaliation. Lucas, please . The demon's eyes opened and he leaned back, just so, to lay his gaze over his angel's expressive face. Silence filled the air as dark eyes took careful, focused attention to the details of Simon. Flushed cheeks, parted lips, pleading eyes. Simon was looking at him, at Lucas, with such lost confusion. He was looking at Lucas to guide him, and yet the mad angel was repulsed at his own reactions. An angel brought to lust. It was beautiful. His black eyes suddenly flash of deep, blood red. He leaned forward, his hips rolled into Simon as his lips captured those parted beauties. Lusting, sinfully skilled lips completely overtook Simon's as he kissed rough and cruel, lips parting to flick his tongue along the delicious lips. Lips that consumed and twisted in insanity. Lips he would control without remorse. He tugged Simon's lower lip much as he done with his ear. The moment the tender flesh touched Lucas' teeth, he bit, hard. The taste of blood was enough to cause a low groan to escape the demon. Hungry and demanding. Lucas sighed as his tongue roved over the split. His hold on Simon's hair ensured the angel could not pull away from Lucas' abuse.
Thread: A Religious Madman (Churchw/Fisticuffs)

This was so strange. Is this what all sex started with? Smelling? Was Lucas really smelling him? And angels gave up their wings for this. So they could lay with a creature and willingly commit adultery. A growl surfaced as his hair was pulled tighter, wondering if he would have any hair left at the end of these five years with Lucas. What was he doing? Was he finished? Simon didnt believe it himself but he could entertain the thought of release with Lucas pulled back, just looking at Simon. As opposed to Simon, Lucas was completely shut off. Simon couldn't tell at all what he was thinking or planning on doing. If he had, maybe he could have avoided all of this. Simon's breath hitched as the black became red, struggling some though his head was immobile. Pleasure shot through him and he let out a strangled moan, lips parting before being taken roughly. Lucas' lips were dominating, pushing against his and capturing his bottom lip within his teeth. The angel fought then, tasting the blood in his own mouth and the pain accompanying it. His head would not move, even if he didnt mind the pain of pulling his hair, the demons grip was simply too tight. He raised his hips to try and move him, but all he got was a soft noise of pleasure, unable to keep from making the noise. Pain mixed with pleasure. That's what he did. Either to train him to know pain was pleasurable, or because he was a sadist and enjoyed mixing the two, which is what Simon was leaning towards. He liked to think he would have been able to fight him off had he not been wearing this jacket, but Lucas was still stronger than him and Simon's fighting would have just angered him enough to make the pain worse. Hearing the groan from the other as he tastes blood pleases him, deep, deep inside of himself for some reason unknown. Lucas stilled while his tongue ran over the cut he had made, giving Simon's poor lips a rest against the abuse they had just received. There was no doubt they would be swollen for a little while following the incident, but maybe Simon could keep this from happening again in the near future.