Three Months.

Recovering.

Ash woke up the next morning in Sebastian's bed. The angel could hear the sound of cooking and talking; the other servants were awake and making breakfast for the Earl. When Ash stood up he realized we was naked as a stream of blood rolled down his leg.

Ash grimaced as he caught sight of the blood staining his thigh. He'd expected as much after last night's debauchery, but seeing it firsthand was still unsettling. "Such a messy little slut..." he murmured to himself, looking down at his body with a mixture of disgust and satisfaction.His mind drifted back to those frenzied moments spent beneath Sebastian, reliving the pleasure and pain in vivid detail. There was no denying it – he craved more."And to think I used to despise him," he mused aloud, "but now...now I can't wait to feel him inside me again."

Sebastian opened the door slowly, entering the small room with tea, painkillers, and breakfast for the beaten up angel. "Ah, you're awake." Sebastian looked Ash up and down, smirking at the bruises and hickeys he had left on the angel the night before. "I made you breakfast with tea. And I got you some pills for the pain you're probably feeling."

Ash eyed the tray warily, his stomach twisting in knots. Breakfast? After what they'd done last night? It seemed like such a trivial gesture compared to the carnal ravaging he'd endured."Tea," he muttered dismissively, refusing to look at the steaming cup. "And pills?"But even as he spoke, his hand reached out towards the tray instinctively. He needed sustenance – food and drink were essential for survival. Yet another reminder of just how dependent he was on this demon."Fine," he conceded grudgingly, "give them to me."As he did so, he couldn't help but wonder what Sebastian's intentions were today. Would it be more of the same rough treatment, or perhaps something softer? Or maybe...nothing at all.

Sebastian stepped closer and handed Ash the plate and pills, then set the tea on the bedside table. Sebastian walked over to his desk and pulled open a drawer, taking out a healing cream.

Ash watched Sebastian's movements with keen interest, his eyes narrowing as the demon retrieved the healing cream. "What's that for?" he asked, though he already suspected the answer.He popped the pills into his mouth and washed them down with a sip of tea, his gaze never leaving Sebastian's face. "Are you planning to nurse me back to health, demon?" he taunted softly, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Or is this just an excuse to touch me again?"

The demon chuckled and walked back to Ash, getting on his knees and pulling down Ash's trousers. "Both," Sebastian looked up at the angel. "Spread your legs."

Ash shifted uncomfortably on the bed, his heart pounding in his chest as he complied with Sebastian's command. He spread his legs wide, exposing his well-used hole to the demon's hungry gaze. He let out a soft sigh when he felt the cool touch of the cream against his sore flesh, a strange mix of relief and anticipation washing over him. "This is quite the turnaround from yesterday," he remarked sarcastically, "from treating me like trash to caring for my wounds."But despite his words, Ash couldn't deny the pleasure coursing through him at the tender ministrations. He was becoming addicted to both sides of their twisted relationship – the abuse and the care.

"What can I say?" The demon chuckled, spreading the cream against the angel's wounded flesh and tear. "I can't have fun with my toy if he's broken." Sebastian said, then stood up and whipped out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping the access cream off his fingers. "It's also called after-care."

Ash scoffed, rolling his eyes at Sebastian's attempt at humor. But he couldn't ignore the fact that he found the demon's words oddly endearing. "Don't get too attached," he warned, though the warning lacked its usual bite. "I'm not your pet to take care of." Despite himself, Ash found his hand reaching out to grip the edge of the sheet tightly. The touch was gentle but firm, reminding him just how much control Sebastian held over him. "But I must admit," he continued, unable to resist needling the demon further, "it does make a change from your usual rough handling."