A Blade and an Arrow

Heaven Decided, Hell Agreed

n. MY BABIES HOW ARE YOUUUUU???!!!?!

ive been well, thank you for asking. if you didn't, who gives a fuck, eh? BUT ANYWAYS.

HERE'S A DEMONxANGEL FIC!!

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"This isn't appropriate."

"I am... fucking aware."

"The lords will have our heads. Gods, devils, Satan, angels – if they find out what indecorous position we have now-"

"They won't."

Feng Xin shakes his head, his halo blinking lightly as though it shows how hesitant he really is now. As though it shows how he's not really reveling on the feeling despite staying in his spot. Never moving, never grinding. If he does, he does it in slow and small motions. So soft and so reluctant.

As most angels are.

Mu Qing had met a lot of them. Had interacted, conversed, tortured, saved, and killed a lot of angels in his eight hundred years of life. Enough to know what their weaknesses are, their strengths. The aspects they're afraid of and confident in. He knows angels like how he knows demons.

He's one of the seniors. One of the few oldest demons that have lived up to this long. Survived the wars between heaven and hell. Survived everything there is that has the utmost ability to kill strong demons and hurt the devil king.

He snorts internally.

No one was able to hurt the devil king.

He's left unscathed from all those devastations and chaos. Even from the battles against the strongest heavenly emperor.

The only one that was able to leave a gash on his chest was the angel he has in his arms now. Vulnerable, weak, so open for him to kill after hurting him.

The angel doesn't know that. Doesn't know the demon he had fought was the demon he's sitting on.

Doesn't know the cock he's sitting on was the cock of his rival just a few days ago.

Most especially doesn't know it's the devil king's.

Mu Qing shrugs internally, he can't fault him for it. Feng Xin just coincidentally encountered him when he was wearing a disguise trying to lure in mortals in the underworld. They battled with swords, Feng Xin managing to land an injury on his body and leaving in a haste before Mu Qing was even out of his stupor.

The silverette hunted him, naturally. As who dares to hurt the ruler of devils and leaving just like that? No one. This was the first. This was the first in absolute history.

"I still don't think this frivolous, foul, repugnant, odious... thing is right." Feng Xin's breath hitches, as Mu Qing runs his fingers through his spine. Feeling how the connection of his wings feel pleasant.

Better than the angels' connections he had tortured before.

"W-we should stop." Feng Xin whispers, and in spite of his words, he still held on to the demon like his life depended on it. Gripping his shoulders so tight Mu Qing wouldn't be surprised if he sees hand prints on it later on. "This is wrong. This is... this is-"