The Angel King (boyxboy)

Chapter One

"Jess, how can you be so stupid?"

"Just because I have eyes, Luke, and I'm rational -"

"Declaring that Destiel isn't real isn't rational, Jesse!"

I stared at my stupid demon boyfriend. We were cuddled up together on our bed, watching Season Four of the show Supernatural, a show Luke had been trying to convince me to watch for months.

"Luke," I said patiently. "There is literally no evidence that the hot alcoholic and the weird angel are in love -"

"There is a ton," he snapped. "Just wait for Season Five."

I blinked rapidly. "There's a Season Five?"

He grinned. "There's eleven so far."

I sighed in desperation. How much longer would I have to suffer?

It had been a year since the war, or the Uncivil War, as many had taken to calling it. Just a little before that I had been thrown in a brand new world. Hell, as I had learned, wasn't just a simple lava pit. It was divided in Nine Rings, with the top seven each housing one of the Seven Deadly Sins and their demons. The Eighth Ring contained my boyfriend, King Phobos of Fear, or as most of his friends new him as, Luke. Only the Ninth Ring was reserved for the punishment of evil humans.

Lucifer, head honcho around here and also Luke's father, had allowed each of his demon King and Queen children to Resurrect one human burning in Hell in their entire lifetime. Luke had chosen me.

A year after the Uncivil War, everything has calmed down. Luke and I had gotten to the point in our relationship where we were comfortable with constant bickering, as long as it was accompanied by sex afterwards. Which generally meant we made love a lot.

We finished the episode we were on, then Luke promptly turned off the TV and gently massaged my spine. "I'm meeting up with Morpheus tomorrow, on the Surface," he said conversationally. 'Surface' was the term demons used for Earth. "Las Vegas this time. Do you want to come?"

I turned around and made a face at him. "Las Vegas? Again?" I kissed his cheek. "No thanks. I'd rather not have to endure what I endured last time again."

In a city as sinful as Las Vegas, Luke and Morpheus, King of Sloth, had been very popular. Of course, I had been overlooked, so I was forced to watch as my boyfriend was swarmed by slutty girls, and he didn't exactly push many of them away.

Luke pouted. "Okay. I guess I'll try to survive without you."

For some reason that comment irked me. "You'll be fine," I said distantly. "You'll have plenty of attention."

His eyes narrowed. "That's true," he said mischievously. "Maybe I should go to Las Vegas more often. People are nicer there than some people here."

"Maybe you should," I snipped. "And then the some people could get a break from you."

This conversation felt weird, wrong. We were veering away from playful banter and were dangerously close to insults. Luke removed his hand from my back and sighed dramatically, and I felt a twinge of guilt.

I leaned towards him and squeezed his shoulder before gently pushing him down onto the pillows. "Don't be gone for too long," I told him. "I'll miss you."

He smiled up at me. "Never, Jess. I'm emotionally tied to you."

We kissed, gently at first and slowly picking up speed and rigor. My hand trailed down his chest and into his boxers, fumbling around with his dick. I moved my hand up and down the shaft as I heard him moan and I felt him get hard. His hands were roaming everywhere on my body. Both of us were only wearing underwear, so there were no unnecessary layers between the two of us. He caressed my neck, my stomach, my thighs. I shuddered as each touch gave me undeniable pleasure.