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Gabriel sat uncomfortably at the table, glancing between his hands, the table, and the soul at the stove. He wasn’t sure how it happened but he had been convinced to have breakfast before leaving, and he was definitely leaving that morning, as much of a morning as it could be with this ring’s perpetual night. No matter how well Minos was treating him, he would leave and find some way to end his life, which was still at the forefront of his mind as the voices did not settle at all. Only murmurs now that Minos was here giving him something else to focus on. Not that he was staring. There was simply nothing else to look at. His eyes traced his back, even after being imprisoned for years he was still easy on the eyes. He had a nice figure and his broad back made him want to touch it, mark it– he shook his head before the thought continued, stiffening when Minos turned to him.
“I haven’t prepared a meal in centuries but I hope this is to thy liking.”
Minos found a surprisingly intact black apron with white frills and bold gold lettering spelling ‘Kiss Me’ across his chest, it strained against his muscular body as it was a few sizes too small. He wore it to see if he could make Gabriel laugh but the look of utter confusion and disgust on his face was enough to have him snickering instead, his shoulders stuttering up and down as he tried to settle his voice to greet him properly.
The plate he placed in front of him held fluffy pancakes covered in syrup, easy to eat and filling enough. Minos sat on the other side of the table, head in hand. Gabriel looked at the plate skeptically. He’d seen human food before, usually pictures, but he rarely tried it. Angels don’t need to eat after all although the option was there. The hunger pains in his stomach reminded him that he wasn’t so angelic anymore.
“Come now, Angel, I know thee is hungry,” Minos smirked when Gabriel glared at him.
“Don’t rush me, how do I know it even tastes good? Or isn’t poisoned?”
“I’m not as low to poison food, I’m not so uncouth.” Gabriel leaned back slightly when he heard how dead his voice sounded, obviously offending him but Minos didn’t seem to dwell on it for too long, “Please, eat.”
He sighed, he did not want to open his mouth but between the awkwardness he felt by being stared at and the hunger he’d been feeling he didn’t have much of a choice. He huffed. Grimacing, he cut a small piece of the pancake tower and brought a singular piece to his face. It looked…edible, and smelled okay. More coaxing from Minos who leaned forward with his arms on the table, making his chest look much fuller than it already was, he must be doing this on purpose. He finally opened his plates and takes a bite.
Fuck, that tasted good.
He’d eaten things before out of curiosity: apples, pomegranates, pears, and he quite liked them. But this, this was a whole new experience. The pancakes were soft and fluffy with bits of fruit inside? Something soft. Bananas, maybe? Whatever it was, it tasted amazing. The syrup he used was sweet and rich and stuck to his tongue. Minos smiled as he watched Gabriel devour his breakfast, pride filling his chest knowing he was still good in the kitchen.
Gabriel fought the impulse to lick his plate clean, especially after finally remembering he had an audience. He pushed the plate away, plates clicking into place, and sat more formally in the chair.
“Thank you…it was nice.”
Minos chuckled and stood up, moving the plate to the sink before sitting on the table on Gabriel’s left side. He took the lower half of his apron and gently wiped the mess Gabriel unknowingly made on his face.
“Are you sure it was just ‘nice’?”
Gabriel swallowed. He was glad his eyes weren’t visible. Why was it that seeing him with nothing but an apron made his heart pound in his chest? He’s seen him without clothes, he never wears apparel, but this singular piece of thin fabric straining around that sinful body of his was making him insane. Was it the way it fluttered around his massive thighs when he walked? How it made his waist seem so much smaller? How it made his hips so much wider and his hip bones so much more prominent? Maybe it was how it made his already large chest look massive and heavy? Whatever it was it was deplorable and he hated it.
“See something you like?”
Gabriel didn’t realise he had leaned in so close, almost falling out of the chair leaning back when he snapped back to reality. His face red hot hearing Minos laugh.
“Why must you mock me?” He growled.
“It’s called teasing, and how can I not when I have such a beautiful creature in front of me?”
Minos reached out to touch his face but Gabriel slapped it away.
“I never knew monsters had beauty in them, you should get your eyes checked…or check whatever you’re seeing out of.”
He didn’t look at him as he hopped off the table, so sure in himself he would continue mocking him. It’s what he deserved anyway, to be berated by any and everyone, but he was surprised when Minos suddenly turned his chair by the seat, silenced by his sudden presence right in front of his face as he grabbed the handles on the back of the chair. He looked angry, well about as angry as one could get with a black hole in their face. Staring into the black abyss on his face he could’ve sworn he saw his reflection and could see how pitifully surprised and scared he looked.
Minos was about to say something but after a moment he sighed, his face relaxing. He let go of the chair and facepalmed, dragging his hand down his face. This might be a lot harder than he thought. When he saw Gabriel looking at the floor, his legs pressed tightly together and his hands gripping the sides of his seat he realised his mistake.
“Gabriel,” the Angel flinched hearing his name so he said it again much softer, “I apologise, Gabriel, I lost my temper for a moment. I don’t like it when people spout lies.”
He slowly knelt in front of him, making him look much smaller in front of the trembling Angel who looked like he wanted to make one with the chair.
“I know thee is fighting many internal battles and that has made thee self-deprecating, I’m sorry for being impatient. I just can’t stand seeing you so hateful towards yourself. I won’t snap or raise my voice at you again, please forgive me.”
He looked up at him sincerely, hoping for forgiveness from him. It’s been centuries since he’s willingly knelt in front of anyone and never in front of a divine being, he thought it would be uncomfortable, to be physically below the people that ostracized him and his children for loving another, but he quite liked it. It stirred something in him that he didn’t hate either.
Gabriel had his face turned away from him when he started speaking, “It’s…fine. It’s okay, I-I forgive you.”
“Can you look at me?”
“I need to look at you to forgive you?”
“No, I just want to see your face, your very pretty face,” his uncomfortable shifting and his darkening blush made him smirk, “Please?”
Gabriel sighed and grumbled, eventually looking at who Minos grinned happily, he wasn’t sure how he was doing that but he could tell he was. He looked quite cute…
“Happy?” He shifted in his seat again, subtly tugging his skirt downward but not subtle enough.
“Very. If thee is uncomfortable I can find other clothes for thee to wear.”
“N-No, I’m fine.”
“Thee is not, thy fidgeting is apparent, and if– oh. Oh.”
Gabriel wished he could die right then and there. He could feel his face plates clicking in embarrassment as Minos looked at the problem, made even more prominent with Gabriel pulling his skirt taut. God, this must be a part of his punishment for committing heresy, being so wet right now with an audience and not entirely hating it. He must be going insane.
“Oh, Gabriel, this is nothing to be ashamed of,” he wasn’t sure if it was less or more reassuring to hear that from the King of Lust.
“I’m not supposed to be like…this,” He motioned towards the problem between his legs.
Minos gently touched his leg, leaning into him more, an innocent yet devious aura in his demeanor. If he wasn’t so fucking beautiful he would shove him away and tell him to fuck off, though he was sure he would love that.
“How thy body acts is not set in stone. People change, bodies change, and those changes can bring turmoil and pain but it’s up to thee to fight it or embrace it.”
Minos gently trailed a hand up Gabriel’s leg, enjoying the slight twitches and shudders in his breath, stopping at the knee he gently caressed.
“Will thee let me help thee embrace it? It’s much healthier, I assure thee.”
The mere fact that he was actually considering it made the voices stir in his head again, but he ignored them the best he could. Embrace these changes without knowing what his body will turn into at the end? Embrace that he was damned and will never be loved as he was before? Embrace that he was turning into a monster and will never interact with his people again? Dying sounded so much easier.
“Please, Gabriel,” Minos gently took his hand, gently pressing his knuckles to his face in a pseudo kiss, “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
Gabriel felt his insides knotting, heat rising in his core and between his legs and even more as Minos kissed his palm and fingers ever so gently. He hated himself for even considering his words, his ‘advice’, he hated how his skin tingled from his attempts at kisses, he hated how they made his heart flutter. He hated. Hated it. Hated it. He shouldn’t allow himself to fall into temptation, to allow the embodiment of lust and desire to seduce him to stray away from his practiced teachings of chastity and purity, of devout worship only to God…
The same God that abandoned them…
“Fuck it,” he muttered much to Minos’ amusement, “okay, fine. Just…just tell me one thing.”
“Of course, what dost thou desire?”
He let out a deep breath, uncertainty plastered on his face as he opened his face plates, his head turned slightly to the side in shame.
“Do you…do you really find me appealing to look at?” It sounded stupid the moment he said. Of course, he doesn’t, why would–
“Of course, you are. As beautiful as the rising sun, as perfect as the stars above, and as stunning as the hills with their first dew,” Minos laid kiss after kiss after each compliment. The hole in his face held a membrane that was hot to the touch and slimy, it left sticky kisses on his skin and sent shivers straight to his core.
“I can never keep my eyes off of you and if I do break eyesight I’m scurrying to find you as soon as I can.”
Minos moved closer, gently parting Gabriel’s legs and sliding his hands under his skirt. Gabriel shuddered as he pulled his underwear off, the cold air made his flushed skin tingle. He gripped the sides of the chair, yelping when Minos pulled him to the edge of his seat, making him slouch with his legs splayed out. Gabriel could feel his face growing red hot. He couldn’t move and the position was uncomfortable, he shouldn’t be thinking about the pain in his neck and shoulders though when Minos was staring right at his leaking slit. He didn’t have anything between his legs before, Angels did not need to procreate after all, so having this new addition to his body stared at so intensely only made the shame and embarrassment grow. He gasped sharply when Minos placed his legs over his shoulders and slid to his hips, exposing himself more to the soul.
“So perfect,” he said, his gaze making his groin tingle, “And eager.”
He leaned closer, stopped momentarily by Gabriel’s thighs squeezing his face suddenly.
“Warming my ears for me, Angel?”
“Why are you– what do you mean, you don’t have– never mind. What are you doing?”
“Pleasuring you,” Minos turned his head and kissed and rubbed his face against Gabriel’s inner thigh, “is something wrong?”
“No, just…how do you intend to do that?”
Minos chuckled, it tickled his thighs.
“You’ll see, My Sweet Angel. Now, let me continue.”
Gabriel grumbled to himself, something incoherent but related to how he could allow himself to allow this. Eventually, releasing him but quickly regretted this decision.
He watched with bated breath as what could only be assumed was a tentacle slowly slid out from behind the membrane. A long, black appendage that oozed black slime and had a dark grey tip, followed by two more. Fear made him retract but with nowhere to go, he didn’t make much distance between. Either from not noticing his surprise or not caring, Minos licked at Gabriel’s slit with one of the tentacles, strangling a rather undignified sound out of him. Gabriel slapped his hands over his mouth upon hearing himself make that sound, his face immediately blushing red. Minos paused at the sound but not for long.
“What a beautiful sound. Will thee give me more?”
Before he could answer, not that he was waiting for one anyway, Minos dragged that tentacle over his slit again, receiving another muffled sound that made him purr. He licked and lapped at the slit eagerly, holding Gabriel in place firmly by his hips. He tasted…sweet, pungent in teh most glorious way. Like amber and thick, raw honey. It made him drool and want more out of him. It’s been a long time since he’s tasted something so sweet, so enticing, so utterly erotic. He drank and lapped at the fluid Gabriel produced, making an utter mess of his pubic mound and his face, purring louder and louder. He feels the slit flutter open against his tongue, enticing him to go deeper, stretch him further.
“Hah- w-wait, wait.”
Minos pouted but pulled away, “Am I hurting you?”
“No…it’s just…it feels weird…”
Minos hummed against the creases of his pelvis, licking and tickling his skin, “weird good? Weird bad?” Gabriel couldn't answer, “I’ll pause as many times as thee needs until thee can figure that out, and I’ll stop when thee needs me to, is that okay?”
Gabriel nods, unsure of himself but not enough to fully stop.
Minos resumed consuming, a bit gentler than before but with enough pressure to leave Gabriel breathless. Feeling more slack between his folds he pressed more firmly, humming as his tongue brushed passed his clit. It felt and looked different from what he was used to back when he was alive, both times. It was more ovalish than circular and stretched horizontally than vertically. Its appearance didn’t matter though as it served the same purpose.
“O-oh, fuck~”
Minos grinned, licking his clit in circular motions. Gabriel panted, gripping onto Minos’ shoulders for stability. Is this pleasure? Is this the thing that regularly sent Sinners to hell? No wonder the Lust ring was so occupied. It felt good, so good. It was strange and scary, it felt like it should hurt especially with the way his hips squirmed without his say to move away from his face, and yet it felt like electricity was dancing on his nerves like an exposed wire in water. Frantic and wild but condensed and spreading. Intense. And he loved it. He moaned out breathy curses, bucking his hips into his face with fervor, it was scary but he didn’t want it to stop. It made his heart pound and his breaths shallow but fuck did it feel good. And Minos’ tongue. Oh Lord, forgive him. His tentacle tongue flicked at the bean quickly, attacking that spot over and over again while the other two teased at his entrance, not going in but barely ghosting over his folds. It was driving him insane. Did Minos do this with the other sinners when he was their king? Is that why he’s so adept at his actions and knew just how to make his heart flutter?
“You taste utterly divine, Gabriel,” he hummed against his clit.
Gabriel squirmed, “Hnn, p-please, don’t– hah.”
“Don't what exactly?” he smirked.
Minos didn’t let up on the licking or the humming, making Gabriel’s legs tremble around his head and the grip on his shoulders tighten. Gabriel whined, cursing under his breath. The frustration he felt from Minos not listening to him, though, to be honest, he gladly welcomed the actions that caused the frustrations, was quickly consumed by the intense pleasure he was feeling. It boiled and pulled at his groin and not just from him clenching his stomach every time he swiped that devilish tongue over his clit. It felt strange and hurt and intense, god it feels good but what is this fucking feeling?
He tried to get the words out, only able to mutter some words to stop but not loud enough to heard. His vision was blurring and darkening at the edges, his breath hitching in his throat. God, it was painful, but felt so fucking exhilirating.
“My, thee is full of surprises, aren’t thee?”
Gabriel, unsure of what he was even talking about, looked down and felt his heart drop. There between his legs, which Minos was lovingly suckling the tip of, was a– his fat cock. He looked at it strangely, that can’t be– where did that come from?
“A perfect size and girth for someone of thy caliber.”
Minos pushed the tip against the membrane until it gradually broke through, Gabriel screamed in pleasure as he slowly sunk the entire length of his new appendage into his face where he noticeably felt a wall and a tightening around him, squeezing around him in firm undulations that made his head spin. The inside of his mouth-hole was hot, wet, and utterly disgusting, his ‘drool’ was black and left dark stains that blended almost perfectly with his skin if not for the distinct shine it gave off. Having his dick out, this disgusting appendage he didn’t even know he had, brought a whole new experience coupled with Minos’ sudden fervor. It was so much more sensitive now that it was unsheathed, now having the entire appendage stimulated and sucked on brought stars to his vision. That intense feeling returned and he could feel it in his entire body now, it hurt but it felt so fucking good. And so so scary.
The feeling pooled in his groin, right at the base, it felt so weird. He felt like he was going to burst, tears formed in his eyes, his head hazy. It felt wrong.
“Hah wait, M-Minos, I can’t– fuck!”
Gabriel pushed Minos off just as his, unbeknownst to him at the time, very first orgasm pulsed through his body like waves of molten lava from a volcano, erupting through his body thick and fast. He cried out a pained moan as he came, body shuddering and trembling as he came hard, baring his teeth as he tried to ride through the waves.
Eventually, his body relaxed, slumping even more uncomfortably in the chair. He opened his eyes and gasped, heat rising once again in his face and chest.
Minos’ face and chest were covered in ropes of a white sticky liquid that dripped off his cheeks and chin, soiling the apron and creating stains he was sure weren’t going to come out when washed. His cum coating Minos’ tongues as well and while it couldn’t be seen well there was a very pleased expression on his face as he licked the cum off his cheeks and chin. The sight was fucking sinful and he hated that he made such a mess but holy hell did it make his cock and pussy twitch.
“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t–!”
Minos suddenly pulled his hips towards him again, returning to their previous positioning.
“Wh-What are you doing?”
“Forgive me, Angel,” His voice is lathered and saturated with a desperation that Gabriel had never heard before. Minos squeezed his thigh and with the other found his pussy, pressing his finger in as much as it allowed, which surprisingly was down to his knuckle, ripping a sharp gasp from him lungs, “but it seemed I’ve wasted my meal.”
His mouth found his cock again, easily slinking down once more. Gabriel whined from the overstimulation, his hands searching for purchase against his shoulders and forearms, only finding electricity and intense buzzing.
“Please, feed me again, I’ll make sure to devour everything you give me.”