Polar Bear and Sloth

Untitled Part 2

Many boring, mundane things were listed on a Commander's or any person of power's list. At least, that's what Denzel told himself. He held his task list (how he loved making lists for things) and walked out of his Father's Office. He had been made aware of the current situation on their hands. Some dumbass rando was sneaking in between them and trying to get some valuable information.
He had been sat down and explained to that he needed to help them find a way to figure out why the demons were doing this.
And so, Denzel began to walk while staring at his list; check on Gatekeepers, train new angels for five hours, check up on things at the gardens, give speeches at the Healer's Office, give speeches at the Mess Hall, give speeches at the jail. And he had to do all of that every day. It was the boring part of being a soon-to-be Commander. He liked his job for the most part. He enjoyed giving speeches and yelling at angels that were many many centuries older than him. He also felt free on the training grounds.
He sucked in a deep breath and walked towards the Gate to do his first task, which was honestly not even a real Commander job, it was just something that Xander and Denzel were forced to do by Sidiian to make sure that Rory had his lunch. Denzel walked out and nodded in greeting to his brother. "Did you save me any?"
"Hell no." Rory chuckled and stood up straighter so that Denzel wouldn't tattle to his parents that he was slouching on the job. "Anything new?"
"Yeah actually." Denzel looked around casually. "There's word that there's an undercover demon snooping around the libraries. We have a spy right under our noses 'cause you can't do your job right." He raised a white brow to his brother, who looked nothing like him at all.
"Fuck off. I do my job perfectly fine. There'sh no way a demon could have shlipped pasht me." Rory didn't only take the red hair and the speed from Sidiian, he also got his attitude. He glared at Denzel and stomped his claymore sword onto the ground with irritation.
Denzel rolled his eyes. "You're lucky that Dad's the Commander, otherwise, you'd be so fired." He laughed, which made Rory laugh because they both knew that.
Denzel's eye caught a glimpse of the pretty deer demon who had been pestering him for so long. He never humored him ever before, but right then he remembered that he was a (soon to be) Commander and Commanders did anything and everything to save their peoples. He raised a hand to shush Rory, who was probably talking about wanting a break or something, then flew off towards Demon grounds. It wasn't a far flight. He had eyes on Ulysses the whole time.
If he pretended to try to like him, maybe something would slip and he would tell him who and why there was a demon infiltrating Heaven.
He landed gracefully in front of Ulysses and inspected his face. "Hey."Ulysses had heard of the alleged spy that infiltrated hell and was disrupting the demons work from his mothers. At dinner two nights ago they had been discussing it and though he had pretended not to pay attention to it he had also noticed the way they kept shooting him glances. Though they would never put blame on their beloved baby boy they definitely thought he had been letting angels in again. Which was outrageous. He was two months clean. Unless you counted him letting Mikhail in but he certainly didn't. Mikhail was a demon and him being banned was a ridiculous rule that he would not stand by.
Though he always pretended that nothing bothered him it still smarted a bit knowing that his mothers thought he was completely incompetent. Sure he had made them think that from all the times he broke rules, refused to do what he was told and his complete laissez faire attitude but this time he was not at fault! He was innocent! If he was going to be blamed for it he at least wanted to actually be at fault. He still stewed over it a couple days later as he stood guard duty. Okay standing guard duty was giving him too much credit. He was neither standing or guarding. He lazily leaned against an ancient oak tree and filed his nails into points. His scimitar sword hung on his belt. He noticed movement from the corner of his eye and lifted his head to see the pretty white haired angel approaching. Finally! His wooing must have finally gotten to him. He quickly tosses his file behind him and tries to appear cool and collected. He flashes a lazy grin at Denzel, "Hey there, Snow White. How you doing?" Denzel wrinkled his nose when he realized what a lousy ostiary Ulysses was. Okay, he didn't just realize that. Ulysses was never actually guarding Hell's Damned Gates when Denzel saw him. Rory made a chart of times he saw Ulysses actually doing his job. It wasn't very frequent.
He felt his eye twitch. "Do not call me that, demon." It was insulting to be compared to a Princess. Especially when your kill count was as high as Denzel's. He cleared his throat. His reply had been instinctive and he remembered that he needed to follow his sudden plan. "Call me Denzel." He relaxed but not enough to let his guard down. "Or Zel." He smirked.
Upon really laying his eyes on the Demon for the first time in a while, he couldn't deny that he was pretty prepossessing. His eyes were so big and innocent and he knew that it was just a way for the demon to lure in victims to kill so he quickly averted his gaze. "I've been thinking about what you've been trying to offer. I'm free today. We can go for a walk somewhere. No dinner though." He made that clear. "And we'll see how it goes from there." He just needed to get close enough to the demon to gain information. And what was the best way to spill secrets? "We can go get a drink. No, I have a bottle of wine in my house. I'll bring it here."Ulysses stretches his arms over his head in a move that was definitely not a purposeful show of his abs as his shirt rode up. "Zel? How about Cinderzella?" Hs teases. His eyes then widen slightly as the angel actually agreed but then immediately covered it up with a smirk, "Hmmm let me see." He pretends to look around, "Huh look at that I seem to be free as well." He says. He was only really looking for a hook up and thought Denzel was one of the prettiest men he had seen. Plus he kind of liked a challenge and pursing him had been kind of fun. He figured that him being an angel meant he was probably much more prim and proper so it would take more persuading but he was a stubborn bastard."Definitely not." Denzel frowned quickly because the Princess naming seemed to grow into a pattern and he had to nip it at the bud otherwise Ulysses would never stop. "It's Denzel or Zel to you. That's it."
He was very aware of Ulysses's move to make him see those toned muscles beneath his shirt. He didn't give Ulysses the satisfaction of letting him know that he saw it and therefore he looked away quickly. He couldn't help but still think about it and imagine what lay further. Anyone would appreciate sex with someone attractive.
"Yeah right." Denzel raised his brows but remained unbothered. "You've been free for years. I refuse to believe that you've actually worked a day in your life. While you were here chilling and filing your nails, seven people must have snuck through those Gates." He lectured. "But nevermind that. Let's go before I decide that I don't want to do this anymore."
The tall, white haired angel plucked his phone from his pocket and send a message. Seconds later, Rory at the Heaven's Gate looked at his own phone and disappeared, leaving a trail of red behind him.
Denzel sighed and lifted an American twenty dollar bill in the air. Rory was too fast to be seen by the naked eye but the red in the air could be seen, along with a loud whooosh. The bill was replaced with the bottle of wine and Rory was back on his post at the Gate, stuffing the bill into his pocket.
Denzel smugly looked at Ulysses. "Shall we?" He asked, already walking off slowly towards the edge, propping open the bottle with his teeth."Mmm... okay Zella." Ulysses winks. He straightens up so that they could go and then scoffs at him, "I work all the time. And I would have noticed if anyone tried to come in. I noticed you didn't I?" He would have noticed. The question was whether he would bother to stop them. He raises an eyebrow as a blur of red flashed past and a wine bottle appeared in Denzels hand. Ulysses was familiar with his angelic counterpart at the gate so it wasn't hard for him to guess what had happened. "No need to look so smug just because you have a fast brother." He says but then immediately got distracted by Denzel's mouth as he opened the bottle with his teeth. "Where are we going?" He asks, his voice lowering into a low rumble, "Somewhere private I hope~" The half-Commander bit his tongue so that he wouldn't curse at Ulysses. He had to take in a deep breath and remind himself that this was all for the sake of Heaven. His job's purpose was to keep the angels safe and protected.
He rolled his eyes as Ulysses defended himself and instead focused on prying the bottle open. It was dawning on him how annoying this antlered demon was.
"Damn." Denzel gasped when the bottle was open and his mouth was finally free (he noticed the staring and saved that information for later). "You talk way too much. Zip it. And I didn't look smug because Rory is fast. You're weird for knowing that he's my brother by the way. I was looking smug because I realized that you're really stupid."
He had to admit that the low rumbling of the man's voice was pretty hot. He totally imagined himself having sex with him.
"Is your job so boring that you lean against trees all day?" It was a terrible conversation starter but he was trying to slowly crack Ulysses open. "Do you sometimes check in on who enters Heaven?"Ulysses just smirks back, "Make me." He purrs. He had no intention of taking orders or being quiet. "I'm not one of your little underlings. You can't order me around." He then scoffs at him, "It's not weird. Everyone knows who you two are. It's not as if your parents are very inconspicuous. It's quite obvious. And don't call me stupid. Or maybe do. Perhaps I have a degradation kink." He winks. He walked with a jaunty little bounce to his step. "Not all day." He corrects. "But sure. It's dreadfully boring. Nothing ever happens. And I dunno about check in. But I do see who comes and goes. It's one of the very few things to do by the border. And its hard to miss your lot. You're all very... bright." He waves a hand at Denzel before reaching over to steal the bottle and take a swig directly for it. "You a top or bottom?" He suddenly asks since he found the current topic dull and boring. "I bet you'd be the type who's into taking orders in the bedroom. You spend all day bossing everyone else around so in the bedroom it's nice to let someone else take charge and make the decisions for once?" He randomly guesses and eyes Denzel for his reaction to see if he was right. Denzel gave a disgusted face to Ulysses. He could identify a demon who thought with his dick when he saw one. "Well, if it pleases your... Kinks, let me know so I absolutely do not do it again." He wrinkled his nose.
Ulysses hop made Denzel want to laugh but he would never break character and so he breathed in slowly and exhaled, especially when the bottle was snatched away from him. He had wanted to take the first swig, since it wouldnt have demon lips on the rim, but that opportunity was gone.
"Hmm..." Okay so it was safe to say that Ulysses was aware of the people that passed through Heaven's Gates. He saved that question for later because his train of thought was cut off as he was asked what his sexual preferences were.
Denzel wasn't a prude and he wasnt shy around the idea of sex or anything, but he also thought too highly of himself to be just talking about sex out in the open.
"Don't ask me if I top or bottom without telling me what you do first." He raised an inquisitive brow. "And do not assume that. I don't like taking orders in the bedroom." One of the worst things about being pale and having white hair was that any color in the face was obvious. His blush was very evident. "Besides. I bet you like being leashed, Deer Boy." He smirked."Mmm... I don't think I will. You'll have to figure out~" Ulysses winks. He figured he'd leave him wondering. He takes another sip from the bottle. "Oh. My bad I guess. I do both. Why limit yourself to one way ya know? Okay now your turn." He looks at him expectantly without an ounce of shame. He couldn't help the smug smile that crosses his face when he saw how red Denzel was getting. He thought it cute and was ridiculously proud of himself that he managed to make rhe baby commander blush. "You sure about that, Snow white? I won't judge if you do." He takes a third swig of wine before passing the bottle back to him. "And sure. I'm opposed to it." He winks. Ulysses was utterly repulsive to Denzel. Talking to him was like talking to a street prostitute, God damn! Denzel was seriously regretting his decision but he knew he had to do it.
"I find myself on the more dominating side during sex, if you must know." He cleared his throat and answered promptly. Denzel was used to bossing people around and yelling and cursing so it was completely understandable for him to do the same in bed.
It was getting irritating that Ulysses seemed to be finishing the bottle all by himself and he was about to demand for it to be given back but Ulysses handed it to him before he could. He wiped the rim of the bottle with the hem of his tank top before taking a small sip of it. He couldn't be drunker than the man he was trying to spy on.
"You're disgusting." Denzel exhaled when Ulysses agreed with the leash insult. He was walking them towards the edge because he didnt want any angel to see him with a demon. It would be very hypocritical. "Let's go down on more... Neutral grounds." He demanded, but then knew that he needed to persuade Ulysses, so he added, "maybe we'll find a nice quiet spot." And then glided down towards the human world.Ulysses clucks his tongue at his answer, "Do you have control issues or somethin'? I bet you've never relaxed a day in your life." He let him take the bottle and was genuinely offended when he wiped off the rim. "Do you think I have cooties?" He asks with a frown. Welp there went his daydreams about putting his mouth all over the handsome fair angel. If Denzel didn't even want to drink after him then Ulysses desires seemed to be unlikely to come true. Which then begged the question as to why the angel was suddenly talking to him. He'd assumed that Denzel had finally been persuaded by his nonsubtle attempts of seduction. But the angel had literaly just called him disgusting. He stopped at the edge of their world but didn't follow Denzel further as he eyes him with his arms crossed over his chest, "What exactly do you want, Denzel." It was obvious he was being serious because for once he didn't have any jesting nickname. "If you find me so disgusting then why are talking to me?" Denzel rolled his eyes and shook his head. "You folk eat humans." He grumbled with disgust. He made sure not a lot of people knew that he had been a human once upon a time. "I don't drink directly after cannibals."
He hopped off the edge but when he flew down and looked back to make sure the horned demon followed, he realized that he wasn't there and stopped midflight to fly back upwards towards Ulysses. He kept at a hover when he was back up and faced the demon.
Denzel crossed his arms over his chest. Fuck, he didn't want Ulysses to figure him out. "I find you disgusting... Yes. But I also find you attractive. You continuously pester me and flirt with me so I thought I'd give it a chance." He took a swig of the alcohol and handed it back to Ulysses to persuage him to not leave."We're not cannibals." Ulysses scoffs. "We don't eat demons. Only angels and humans. Which are different species." He says. He then stares at him a good long moment as he mulls over his explanation. "You must have very strange tastes if you are so attracted to someone who disgusts you." However he didnt necessarily disbelieve him. When the bottle is offered back to him he slowly wraps his fingers around the neck of the bottle before lifting it up for a long swig before looking at him again. "Fine. If that's true then what do you find so attractive about me? And make it good. I want to be wooed." He challenges with a smirk. "You eat another person. With feelings and emotions and the ability to yearn for life. You're a cannibal." Denzel was immediately upset that Ulysses didn't consider it as what it is.
Denzel didn't want to try to flirt anymore. He frowned as he watched Ulysses drink from his Father's favorite alcohol and snatched it so that he could take a swig too (not before wiping the rim of the bottle). He fluttered his wings a bit and tried to get comfortable.
"I'm not wooing you. You're just an ostiary and I'm about to be Commander. There's no way of doing that." He momentarily forgot about his plan and was just mad that he was wasting his time with Ulysses. "I just like your horns. I think they're neat. Even if it makes me wonder how you put your shirts on." He shrugged in annoyance.Ulysses frowns deeply at him and found himself growing just as annoyed, "Oh so you're saying you're too good for me Commander. I bet you only got that position because of who your fathers are." Not that Ulysses could say shit about being a nepotism baby and would probably be in a higher position himself if he actually cared to work. He was just angry and lashing out. "And you can't go around asking strangers about their horns. That's offensive." He sniffs. Not true. And he actually had to get all of his clothing specially made with buttons to take them on and off so he didn't have to pull them over his head. "If that's all then you've wasted my time. I thought you were pretty but your attitude is making you ugly." He gives him a disapproving thumbs down before spinning on his heel to stalk back to hells gate. "I am too good for you." Denzel nodded smugly. "But also, no. I'm about to be Commander because that's what I've been trained to do ever since I was a child. You haven't trained or practiced a day in your life." He wrinkled his nose and decided that he could find another way to figure out what was going on with the spies.
He raised his brows and scoffed. "Go fuck yourself. Seriously. You whore." And also walked away, his anger causing a cracking noise to sound in the air, but he had control over himself and didn't electrocute anything.
Denzel walked back into Heaven and back towards his office, which was adjacent to his Father's. He sat down and pinched the bridge of his nose. His attitude had gotten in the way of him helping his people. He needed to find a solution and fast.Ulysses bristled at his parting words. What an insufferable asshole and such a waste of time and effort. He should have known better. Angels were all pricks but Denzel was lovely enough that he'd gone out on a limb. Obviously a foolish decision. He went back to the gate to continue his alleged job. Later that day after his shift was over he was going to go out and meet some friends for drinks but he got accosted by one of his mothers- Seraphine.
"Darling, a word?" She requests.
"Yeah what's up?" He asks casually. Seraphine was a tall elegant woman that he had very obviously gotten his looks from. She was very pleasant compared to most demons but that just meant she would also be smiling when she put a knife through your back.
"I heard a report that you were seen in the accompaniment of a white haired angel earlier today. It was believed that he is the commanders son?" She prompts.
"Yeah he came over to pester me. Nothing to worry about." He says with an easy smile though he was still pissed at the angel.
"Will you be seeing him again? If so do you think it would be possible for you to find out about the spy that has been causing issues for us?" She asks, a calculating expression on her face. She was obviously hoping to use whatever Ulysses perceived relationship with Denzel was to find out information.
Ulysses hesitated and really didnt want to see that jerk again but then he thought about how useless everyone thought he was and if he could do this then maybe he could prove he wasn't totally hopeless.
"Yeah sure. I can do that." He says casually.
"Splendid! Let me know when you find out anything." Seraphine kisses his cheek before sauntering off. Back in the baby Commander's Office, the same conversation ensued. Sidiian walked into Denzel's Office briefly after leaving Xander's.
Sidiian was no longer Commander because he chose Healing as something more important to him (and because Xander seemed to only shown his weaknesses to him and he needed to be there in return.) However, he was still very aware of the things going on and was basically a part time Commanding assistant.
"Why were you with a demon today?" Sidiian glared at Denzel. Their family had a rough history with demons. "And why is that demon not dead? Rory told me that you gave him my bottle of Cabernet."
"Sorry, Ma." Denzel stood up from his chair to show his respect (he would kill Rory for tattling). "I was trying to see if he knew anything about the demon spies. I have a feeling he knows something about it. I just don't know what yet."
"Yet?" Sidiian asked.
"Yet. I plan to go back to him again. I just need to crack him open a little harder. I heard he's the child of some very prestigious people in Hell. He has to know." Denzel nodded firmly.
Sidiian broke into a very proud smile. "There's my Denny boy. You have a plan about all of this, no?" He affectionately pat Denzel's shoulder. "Then I won't bother you, bambino. I'll get outta your hair." He grinned and left back to Xander's Office to boast about their eldest son.
Denzel sat back down and sighed. This meant that he had to work extra hard to get Ulysses to open up, and that meant one thing.
He left his Office after half an hour and walked towards the blended trio's house. Sure, he loathed Mikhail but he needed his help with this. He knocked the door and waited.
Mica opened the door. "What do you want?" He asked boredly.
"Can I talk to Mikhail? I need him for something." Denzel frowned and looked down at the short angel. Mica turned his head back inside the house. "Kial! Come here!"After his mother left Ulysses headed off to the bar with his friends but in the back of his mind he was wondering how in the hell he was supposed to get Denzel to open up when he found him do disgusting.

Mikhail was sprawled on the couch with his head in Jaspers lap when he heard Mica call for him. He groans but gets up and heads for the door. "What's up- oh Denzel." He raises an eyebrow at the sight of the commander. "Finally come to admit you're devastatingly in love with me? Alas your feelings are unrequited so go cry somewhere else." He rambles as he leans against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest. Denzel was aware of Mikhail and Ulysses's friend so he quickly decided to himself that he needed to fully commit to his plan and lie about it to Mikhail.
"Uh. No. I don't love, like, or even want to be acquainted with you." Denzel frowned with disgust.
Mica left because he and Jasper were both over Mikhail and Denzel's constant childish bickering. "I'm here for a different reason. Ehem. I... I like Ulysses." Just saying that left a bitter taste in the Italian's mouth.. "and since you're friends with him, I wanted to ask what are some things I could do to get on his good side."
Jasper snickered from where he was sat on the couch, having turned to watch them. Mica took Mikhail's spot on the couch.
"So?" Denzel raised his brow to Mikhail.Mikhail choked, "What? No! You're kidding. I can't- no. I can't even imagine that. Disgusting." He fake gags dramatically. Ulysses and Denzel felt wrong on so many levels. He knew that Ulysses had shown an interest in Denzel but had never imagined that Denzel would feel the same. Mikhail wrinkles his nose at him as he debates if he should help him. But then in the end decided to do it for Ulysses even though he was pretty sure this would end badly. "I'm pretty sure Ulysses is only looking for a fuck. He doesn't really date." Mikhails warns. He hums as he thinks. "Compliments always go a long way with him. He also likes strong arms. Show off your biceps and he'll be drooling." Some very spiteful part of Denzel wanted to prove Mikhail wrong. He sighed in exasperation as Mikhail fake gagged and simply waited for him to finish his dramatics.
Okay, so Ulysses wasn't someone who wanted anything serious. He was just a live-in-the-now person. And sex. Of course.
"Biceps and compliments. Got it." Denzel nodded and noted that. He wanted to make sure he won Ulysses back. He turned around to leave without goodbye because he was still feuding with Mikhail, then went home to change.
He went into his room and dressed in a blue muscle tank and kept his black pants. That should work.
A couple hours later, it was an hour before lunch but Denzel needed to set things straight with Ulysses. He flew over to Hell's Gate wielding his sword and landed beside Ulysses.
"Before you start talking. I just want to apologize. I shouldn't have said what I said. You are not disgusting." Denzel lied but kept an honest facial expression. "As a matter of fact, you're really nice to look at. And I'm really entranced by your eyes." He complimented. "So I'm sorry."
Denzel had never had to apologize a day in his life, so this felt so strange, but it was alright and this was all for the sake of his comrades.Mikhail just shakes his head at him as he left and turned back to his husband's. "I dont think this is going to end well." He says and promptly tackles them for cuddles and attention.

Ulysses looks up when he saw someone approaching. He stiffened at the sight of Denzel. He was still angry and hurt but he reminded himself that he was going to try to milk him for information so he should be glad that Denzel came back. He lifts his chin as he listens but truly only heard half of it because true to Mikhails prediction he was too busy staring at his arms. He snaps his gaze back to Denzels gaze, "You like my eyes?" He perks up. He bites his bottom lip, "I'll forgive you. This time. But if you insult me like that again I'll stab you." Mikhail did know Ulysses. Denzel followed the demon's gaze and smirked, deciding to not comment about it.
"I do. They're very captivating." Denzel gave his best charming smile on. "So are your freckles. You look like a fawn. It's cute." It was half true. He did find it pretty cute.
He raised his brows and chuckled at the threat because he was too able and too cocky for that. He wasn't a baby Commander for nothing. "I'd like to see you try."Ulysses preens, "Now that's much more like it." He purrs as he steps closer to him. Trying to coax information out of Denzel was going to be no hard ship on his part especially since he was going to be trying to get into his pants too. What better pillow talk than asking about the spy? He reaches out and presses a hand to his chest. "How about we pretend earlier didn't happen and go to earth and get some drinks as we get to know each other?" He suggests. Denzel forced himself to keep still as Ulysses stepped closer. He cleared his throat and looked around to make sure Rory wasn't staring before taking Ulysses's hand and squeezing it before letting go.
"It's forgotten." He agreed, then shook his head. "No. I have a better idea. Are you down to sneak back to my place? I'm sure that you and I both want the same thing right now..." Denzel raised his hand and traced his finger from Ulysses's chin along his jaw and to the point of his ear.Interest sparks in Ulysses eyes, "I'm always down for a little fun." He purrs back. "It's even better if it involves a little rule breaking." The risk of getting caught slipping into heaven certainly made it more exciting. Ulysses was constantly letting other people in but he had never snuck into heaven himself. A small shiver runs through him when he felt the teasing trail of his finger against his jaw and his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. "Let's go." He says Denzel wanted to ask if Ulysses had no shame in leaving his job post without warning, but things were going good so far that he didn't want to ruin that for him.
He noticed how he made Ulysses willing to go. "Good." The angel nodded and not very subtly flexed his bicep as he stretched. He then began to walk back towards the Gate. It was in the shape of two harps and made out of gold and pearl and usually guarded only by one angel at a time, though other angels were welcome to hang about.
Denzel approached the Gate and Rory stared at Ulysses. "Uhm. He'sh following you." He pointed out to Denzel, not striking yet because Denzel was more than capable of taking care of himself.
"He's with me. Just pretend you didn't see us." Denzel waved his hand dismissively.
"Hmmm... Okay. I'll let you shlide jusht thish onshe" Rory glared at Ulysses in suspicion and let them in.
Denzel let Ulysses in and walked him inside. "And don't try anything funny. I won't hesitate to kill you." He winked at the demon and walked him towards the residential parts of Heaven.Ulysses was pretty shameless but this time he actually was feeling pretty good about himself because he was totally going to con some useful information out of this hunk. He wasn't just abandoning his post. He was on a mission! He follows after Denzel and wiggles his fingers at Rory in a small wave . "Yep. What he said. I'm with him." He somehow managed to make the words sound dirty and suggestive and he winks. He slips inside after Denzel and gazed around at heaven with wide eyes. "Wow. Ya know usually I'm the one letting random people in not the other way around." He muses. He then smirks at Denzel, "Ohhhhh So intimidating. It's pretty hot when you try to be scary." Denzel was very unamused when Ulysses made his comment sound dirty. He just sighed and pushed through, wondering why so many demons liked sex and wanted everything to be naughty. Rune was lowkey about it after marriage but fuck, Winter, Mikhail, and now Ulysses were horny fucks and two of them weren't even succubi.
"Not used to the Sun, huh?" Denzel was patriotic to his home in Heaven. He gestured towards the Heavenly Sun, which glimmered with halos of light and sent down simmers of sparkled gold on everything she graced.
He shrugged to Ulysses's comment and walked. They were nearing his house.
Xander and Sidiian's home became too small for four grown adults and a baby girl so they upgraded by moving to a bigger house. It was made of brick and surrounded by a little garden of stone statues and roses. Xander's pond of fish was moved there and Sidiian had made sure to craft a little fence around it to make it look extra special.
Denzel slipped inside the house. "No one's here.
both my parents and Rory are at work and my baby sister Masha's on a playdate." He informed and guided him inside towards his bedroom.
It was simple. There was a twin sized bed and a desk for work in the room. It wasn't simple in decoration, however. Denzel had an evidence board on one wall with the many things he would do when he was made Commander.
Along the windowsill was a little collection of snow globes and then the rest of the pandemonium was because of the piles of papers thrown everywhere.
Denzel took his shirt off quickly and knew what he had to do. He grabbed Ulysses's front collar and pushed him down on the bed. "You'll bottom." He ordered, unbuttoning Ulysses's shirt."It's far too bright." Ulysses responds. "I dont know how you don't all have headaches 24/7. Unless you do and that's why you all act like you gave sticks up your asses." He was far more accustomed to the darkness of hell. As they approach it he studies the house curiously and then quickly follows him back to the room. He gazes around the space curiously and noticed the evidence board and all the papers. He wondered if anything pertaining to the spy was here. "I never would have thought you were such a messy person-" He breaks off when he was grabbed and his eyes widen as he falls back against the bed. He'd been distracted enough that he hadn't even noticed that Denzel had taken off his shirt but now the angel had his full attention. Dear fucking fires of hell. He was everything an angel was supposed to be. He was pretty damn sure that Denzel was exactly what the stupid humans envisioned of an angel. He suddenly thought he understood them a bit more. He was the kind of man you'd start a religion for. His face was a pretty clear look of awe, "Wow, smite me. I mean fuck." (His equivalent of asking to be stepped on). "Yes sir!" He says with an easy eagerness as his shirt came off as well. He reaches out and fumbles with the button on the angels pants and quickly starts yanking them off of him. He had definitely had some lewd thoughts about Denzel before this and he was very eager to finally have him. Denzel disregarded the headache and the mess comment because if he had a chance to react, he would curse.
He instead prided himself in Ulysses's reaction to him getting on top of him. It was satisfying to see the demon realize that he was getting a good fucking out of this.
The angel smirked. "I don't smite the demons I want to fuck." He told him and felt even better when he was obeyed. "Good boy."
Denzel let Ulysses help him out of his pants and then slid them off to get it done. His dick matched his bigger physique.
Now that he was fully naked, all that was there was his metal foot. He slipped Ulysses's shirt off and followed by doing his pants too. It was pretty easy and the results were so worth it. The demon was so perfect beneath those clothes.
"It must be weird for you, huh? Being a demon in Heaven? It isn't allowed, is it, to be send a demon into Heaven?" He breathed slowly, feeling over Ulysses's chest."Oh-" Color creeps into Ulysses face when he was praised and he might have been far more into that than he cared to admit. He recollect his thoughts and asks, "Do you fuck demons often then?" He raises and eyebrow. Denzel was definitely his first angel. From his current angle he didn't notice Denzels metal foot when his pants came off. He helped get his own clothing off revealing more white speckles long his shoulders and hips and a faded scar right above his heart. His breath hitches as he felt his touch. "Not at all. You're breaking all kind of rules. How naughty~" He teases because he assumed Denzels question was some type of game. He leans up to murmur against his ear, "Guess we better not get caught then, hm?" He nips at his ear lobe as he purposefully and teasingly grinds up against his dick."Not at all. You're the first demon." Denzel assured. "I'm surprised you have one dick. I was scared you'd have two." It was a light tease.
He gazed down at Ulysses's body and lightly touched over the scar on his chest. He kept his question about it later because frankly Ulysses was a demon and he didn't care about it.
"We aren't breaking rules if I'm the one who enforces them." Denzel purred to Ulysses and felt his ear being nipped. He roughly breathed and slipped the rest of the demon's clothes off before feeling him grinding against him.
He smirked and turned away to reach into his nightstand for lubricant. It was a small little bottle and he squeezed a fair amount into his palm before letting his fingers slowly massage their way into the demon.
"We won't get caught." Denzel winked, taking a little bite on Uly's chest. "And no other demon has entered Heaven in the past few days, right?" He asked, taking advantage of the fact that he was basically fingering him. "Other than Rune and Mikhail, right?"Ulysses snorts at him, "How would two dicks even work? That doesn't make sense." A shudder runs through him when the sensitive skin of his scar was touched and he quickly pushes his hand away. "Mmm... Not sure everyone else would agree with that but I like how you think." He watches him pull out the lubricant and he could hardly wait for what he knew what was coming. When he finally felt the press of his fingers inside of him he moans and squirms slightly as his legs spread wider for him. He gasps at the unexpected sting of the bite and his back arched. "Shhh." He hisses with a hint of a growl edges into his voice as he claps a hand over his mouth. "I dont went to hear any other demons names on your lips while I'm in your bed." He warns. Denzel's curiosity only grew bigger when Ulysses pushed his hand away from his scar. It probably had to have some interesting backstory if it was over his heart. He still didn't want to ask because Ulysses was just a stupid demon he was fucking for the sake of some information.
He grumbled nonsense into Ulysses's palm when his mouth was cupped. "Mm-hm." Was all he replied with because it seemed like Ulysses wasnt going to be much help. He needed the demon to ask his Mothers.
"I didn't know you were a jealous person." Denzel purred after pulling away. He flipped Uly around so that he was on all fours and kept fingering him until he was big enough for him to push his dick into, which he did.
He took advantage of that position and reached over to grab and control Uly's head by his horn. "Tell me. Is it truly offensive to talk about a demon'd horns or were you fucking with me?" The angel asked as he slowly fucked him, turning his head towards him by his horns."There's a lot you don't know about me." Ulysses replies and then huffs in surprise when he's flipped over. He keeps his ass in the air while folding his arms on the bed and resting his chin on them. A lewd moan spills from him when he felt his dick finally slide into him and he presses his hips back against him as he wanted him as deep as possible. He gasps as his head is pulled up by his horns and another groan spills from him. His cheeks were flushed and he struggled to find a coherent thought as each of Denzels thrusts send his thoughts scattering. "Mmngh, n-no. I was just fucking with you." He admits unevenly. "I thought so." The tall angel leered, still keeping his grip on Uly's horn. "Well, I definitely still think they're mighty attractive." He whispered, reminding himself that Ulysses liked compliments. "And your... These aren't freckles, are they?" He whispered as he fucked him, his other hand trailing down Ulysses's back to inspect the lighter speckles on the demon's skin. "They make you look more a fawn."
It was very incorrect to group all the demons together and call them all ugly because in truth, this one was the complete opposite. Just looking at try to think while being fucked from behind made Denzel so hungry.
He leaned his head forward and bit along Uly's shoulders, enjoying this for himself too."You do? You didn't say that before. Jus' that you were curious." Ulysses was definitely eating up all of the compliments, "Freckles, spots, whatever you wanna call them." He shudders at the feeling of his hand trailing down his back. Demons definitely came in all different forms. They had a much higher variety than angels. "Fuckkk- you feel so good." He moans. The bite had him gasping and he let's his head fall back, "Woulda thought all you angels were into boring missionary sex but you're full of surprises, hm?" His eyes had fallen closed as he just enjoyed the burst of pleasure than came from Denzel's dick pumping into him. "G-go faster~" He begs. "Well, I was- am curious." Denzel confirmed. "But I also think they're beautiful."
He found the demon race's variety so interesting. Sure, angels came in different shapes and sizes and the hair colours surpassed even the color wheel but demons were on another level with their animal likeness or whatever it may be.
Denzel rolled his eyes. "That's your problem for thinking we're into boring missionary sex then." When he was plead to speed up, both his hands went down to hold Uly by his hips and then he did speed up. Whenever he thrust into Ulysses, he pulled on the demon's hips for more depth even if he didn't need it.
He was getting close, especially since he was fucking such a sexy man."Well you angels are pretty boring. Though you're turning out to be far more interesting." Ulysses smirks. More moans spill out of him as Denzel did as he requested. "Ahhh~ dammit. I'm not- I'm not going to last much longer." He warned moments before he came and splattered Denzels bed sheets. He let's his head fall forward against the bed and his chest rose and fell quickly as he panted. His legs quivered slightly from the effort to keep his hips up as pure ecstasy curled through him. "How very condescending." Denzel frowned but it was all erased away when Ulysses began to moan in the way that he did. He sped up while hearing his moans and some part of him wanted Ulysses to know that angels didn't fuck boring.
When Uly came, Denzel pulled out and flipped him over to see what sex did to him. "You're the first to make it past three minutes with me. Good job." He half-joked, gazing all over him before laying down.Ulysses falls back against the bed, his wings flaring out beneath him. "You're pretty good." He admits with a lazy grin. His expression glazes over slightly when he was praised, "Mmng- huh? Oh. Is that so? You're dicks good but I dunno if it's that good." Okay Denzels dick actually was that good but he didn't want the angel to get too full of himself. He sits up with a lazy stretch and let's his gaze trail along the length of Denzels body appreciatively. He stopped when he noticed his prosthetic foot. "Oh wicked. You're part robot. Do you have one of those magic ones that let's you still feel?" He asks and reaches out to attempt to tickle his fake foot. He was familiar with prosthetics from Mikhail. "Oh, judging from your twinky moans, I know my dick is that good." Denzel assured confidently. He felt pretty good after feeling the rush of an orgasm so he was definitely loosened up.
He watched Ulysses look at him and frowned. "What? I am not part robot." Denzel wrinkled his nose. "And no. I don't feel with it. It does everything a normal foot can but-" he knocked on it to hear the metal clanging. "No feeling." It was better that way. What was the point of adding shit so that he could feel the pain when he stubbed his toes on furniture?
"And you? What's up with that?" Denzel decided to ask to keep the conversation going. He pointed to the scar on Ulysses's chest. "Looks painful.""I'm not a twink." Ulysses scoffs. "I'm taller than you." He listens to his explanation. "Huh, I guess it's still cool." He muses. He follows his gaze to the scar on his chest and absentmindedly rubs at it. "It's a scar." He informs him but didn't further explain it. "You gonna tell me what happened to your foot?" There was a bit of a challenge in his voice. If they were going to get that personal then he wanted Denzel to go first. And if Denzel didn't want to share then he definitely wasnt. "Taller than me? Yeah. 'Cause of your horns, goat boy." Denzel scoffed, dismissing that fact because he was definitely taller without the horns involved.
He gave a gloomy look to Ulysses when he wasn't given a proper answer but then found it fair that Ulysses asked about his foot first. Ulysses knew how to play the game.
Because he didn't want to let Ulysses know that he was born a human, so he decided to skimp out on a few details. "A long time ago, my foot got caught in a machine part. My foot was yanked off." He sometimes could remember little details about how the sweatshop keeper cauterized his leg with an iron and pushed him back to work a couple hours later. He didn't want to get into it, however.
"Now you. What happened?" Denzel sat up as well, putting his pants back on. "It looks pretty dangerous.""I am not a goat!" Ulysses says in outrage. "If anything I'm a deer. And I'm still taller than you regardless." He huffs. His eyes widen at his explanation and he winces in sympathy. "Oof. That sounds awful." Something like that... that was no easy way to lose a limb. Not that losing a limb in any way was good but he imagined that being crushed in a machine was far worse than say a clean cut. He shudders at the thought and felt vaguely disappointed when Denzel put his pants back on. When it was his turn he stands up and wanders over to the angels board to examine his papers as he still needed to see if there was any useful information on them and he totally was not subconsciously distancing himself from the conversation. "Ah. You know. Your typically kidnapped kid story where some bitch wants to use you against your powerful moms but then you get stabbed in the heart and you die for like a minute but they manage to save you. No biggie." He rambles. Not wanting to stick to the topic he quickly snatches up a paper at random, "What's this?" He asks. "It is what it is. Besides, it happened a long time ago." Denzel shook it off easily. He didnt keep any hatred in his heart for the sweatshop keeper because his lovely angel parents took care of it for him.
He put his guard back up when Ulysses stood up. For a split second, he forgot his plan.
Denzel quieted when Ulysses answered his question and realized how similar they were. Raised by two powerful parents and being sought after because of their power. Nevertheless, Denzel and Rory had thankfully never gotten into an altercation as bad as Ulysses's.
"Oh..." Denzel frowned. "You died? And what happened? How fid they save you? It's your heart." He asked further, ignoring how Ulysses tried to steer away from the topic.Ulysses frowns when his attempt at diverting the topic failed. He hesitated before saying "My mom... or well one of my moms. She can harness death energy and use it as a power source. Conveniently my kidnappers were perfect sacrifices. She was able to kill them and harness enough energy from their deaths to bring me back. I don't know how she did it. But it worked." Ulysses shrugs. Trying to lightens things back up he turns and flashes a grin at him over his shoulder, "And now look! Because I'm alive we met and had an amazing fuck." He winks. "That's a pretty good origin story." Denzel smirked. He stood up and went to walk beside Ulysses so that the demon wouldn't see anything confidential. He slipped a few files in his cabinet.
The evidence board was more like a vision board with pictures of different types of swords and sketches of successful battle stances. He had his best speeches written and tacked on the board, a red string running over everything in an electric bolt pattern.
He realized that Ulysses seemed to be uncomfortable with the subject they were talking about and didnt want to scare the demon away so he let it go. "Yeah. That was some good sex. Better than anyone I've fucked in a long time." He assured, casually looking out the window. "Anyways... You don't think there are other demons here in Heaven other than Mikhail and Rune, do you?""Hah! Sure. The pathetic kid whose mommy had to come save him. Some origin story." Ulysses rolls his eyes. He skims his gaze over the papers to see if anything looked important and useful to what he was trying to find out. He noticed that Denzel put away a couple files and immediately decided that that must be the exact information he was seeking. He just had to find a way to get ahold of the files without Denzel noticing or growing suspicious. "Oh I'm always a good time." Ulysses winks and then smirks, 'Well, I'm here aren't I?" He definitely counted as another demon. He tried to think of a way to get Denzel out of the room so he could steal the files. "Could- could you get me some water? I'm not feeling great." He claims and sits on the edge of the bed and rubs at his chest for extra added effect. "Oh." Denzel frowned. Ulysses was dodging questions, it seemed.
Just like Ulysses suspected, those papers contained information about the angel spy that was sent in retaliation to the demon spy walking amongst them. Denzel was a good enough baby Commander to be quickly aware that the request for water was most likely a guise for the demon to snoop around. It confirmed their suspicions of having another demon amongst them.
"Hm." Denzel didn't move towards the door but rather approached Ulysses and crouched beside him to look at the part of his chest that he was rubbing. "My Ma is a Healer. I know a little bit from his craft. Are you sure water's going to do anything?" He asked and touched over his scar.Ulysses had to fight back by a frown when Denzel didn't immediately fall for his bait. He was worried that Denzel was onto him so he decided to double down on it. He widens his eyes into a look of doe eyed innocence and nods, "Oh I'm sure I'll be quite alright. I probably just over exerted myself and need a drink." He fans at his face, "You were just too good." He purrs, laying on a bit of flattery. Denzel held his breath when his noticed how big and pretty Ulysses's eyes got. He may have been one of the greatest fighters of Heaven and was known to have a stoic, stern attitude like his Commander Father, he was a sucker for whatever this look that Ulysses was giving him. He gulped and stood up.
"Yeah. Okay." The tall angel left the room and it was a full minute before he came back with a cup filled with ice cubes and water. He quickly scanned the room to see what Ulysses had been doing in his absence.Ulysses honestly was surprised it worked. "Thanks." He bats his eyelashes for added effect. The moment Denzel left the room he quickly leaped up to grab the files. But then realized that there was no way that Denzel would be gone long enough for him to read through all the papers so he did the only thing he could think of- put his pants back on and then shoved the papers down his pants to hide them so he could take them home and read them there where he would have the time. He swiftly moved to swoon back against the bed as he tried to play innocent. He lifts his head when Denzel returned, "Oh you're a true angel, Snow White." He tells him as he sits back up and take the water from him to drink it. Denzel looked around the room and immediately felt a little bad for assuming that Ulysses would steal his files or snoop around. It seemed that he had genuinely wore the demon out. When he was called Snow White again, he glared. "Stop calling me that, billygoat."
He sat beside him to observe and also reminded himself that he was supposed to win the demon over, so it was his turn for deception.
Denzel placed his hand on Ulysses's back and rubbed it carefully. "Do you feel better now, Ulysses? I can get my Dad to come check on you if you want." He offered, placing his other hand on Ulysses's thigh just over where the papers were."I won't." Ulysses says cheerfully. "And you really should learn your animals better. I am definitely not a goat." He sips the water and leans into him when he rubbed his back as he enjoyed the touch. "I'm feeling much better. Thank you." He flashes a smile. "No need to bother your dad. I don't think they would be all to pleased if they knew you had brought a demon here to fool around with." He says. He went a bit still when his hand rested on his thigh over the papers. The last thing he needed was for the paper to crinkle and give him away. He quickly grabs his hand and pulls it to his chest as he wraps his own hands around his. He leans into him, "I should probably get going. Y'know so we don't get caught. But we must do this again." He winks at him and then rose to his feet, trying to move carefully so the papers didn't make any noise. They crinkled some but he hoped it wasn't anything he would notice. Denzel kept his eyes on Ulysses and so he didn't notice the crinkling sound of the important files from his pants.
He disliked too much touch but let it slide as long as Ulysses seemed comfortable and almost susceptible to his feelings. He followed him outside, taking a deep breath of the outside air.
"Yeah. We'll do this again for sure. How 'bout I take you on a date next week?" He asked, trying to stay casual and believable. "Just you and I. My place."
He led him outside of Heaven and further away so that Rory couldn't hear them. "What do you say?"Ulysses heads outside and gives him a startled look when he heard his suggestion, "Like a date date or are you just trying to nicely phrase that you want to fuck next week?" He asks. Ulysses didn't date on principle. He'd learned the hard way that caring about someone else too deeply was giving everyone else in hell the key to your weakness. He'd been his mothers' weakness and he'd been hurt in the crossfire. He didn't want to give anyone else that kind of power over him. He also found it hard to believe that Denzel would actually be interested in dating a demon. He was the future commander after all. He didn't think it would look good if he was seen cavorting with a demon. However... he could very use a "date" to get more info if the papers he stole weren't sufficient. He flashes a grin, "Sure thing, princess. Next week it is then." "Both." Denzel answered with a little smug smirk. He nodded when the date was settled but there was this feeling of suspicious gnawing at him. It was growing stronger and stronger until he heard the crinkle of papers every time Ulysses moved his leg.
He walked back back towards the tree in front of Hell's Gate calmly.
Denzel stuffed his hands in his pockets casually. "Sneaky goat. Hand me those papers." He nodded towards his pants.Ulysses mentally cursed when Denzel caught onto him but playing the dumb airhead truly was his best skill and he fully intended to milk it as long as possible. He gives him a wide eyed look of feigned innocence, "What papers?" He asks, "Is that just a weird angel word for pants? You can't have my pants. I need those. If you want me out of my pants again you'll have to wait until next week." He rambles. Denzel's face immediately dropped and he was back to his normally stern self. He had thought he could do this easily.
"You bastard." He growled, extending his hand out to the demon. "Hand me my papers. I hear them in your pants. Thief."
Denzel's blue gaze was icy and livid. Fucking around with pretty demons was one thing, but interfering with his work was another.Though he wouldn't admit it Ulysses was incredibly disappointed to see Denzel's expression shift back into usual business face. He had actually been enjoying the strange banter. He just smirks back at the angel, "If you want them then you're going to have to take them~" he declared before flaring out his wings and shooting off into the air with a quick flap of his wings. He quickly dashed for hell.