Ineffable Bureaucracy (One/twoshots)

it's not love

Love

noun
1.
an intense feeling of deep affection.
verb
1.
feel a deep romantic or sexual attachment to (someone).
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it isn't love. that's what they tell themselves every time. it isn't love because they aren't in love, because they don't kiss or touch or show affection. they aren't in love so it isn't love.

it isn't love. it's what he tells himself every time he goes to meet them, every time he longs to run his hands through there hair, kiss their cheeks and lips, hold their body to his. but it isn't love, so he can't do that.

it isn't love. it's what they tell themselves every time they go to meet him, every time they long to cradle his head in their hands and kiss him breathless and feel his warm body surrounding their own. but it isn't love, so they can't do that.

it isn't love.

it isn't love.

it isn't love.

some people say if you repeat something over and over, it comes true. so, it isn't love.

it isn't love when he defends them in front of the angels. it isn't love when they demand the demons to show respect to him.

it isn't love when he calls them pretty. it isn't love when they say he's handsome.

it isn't love when they meet him more times than usual. it isn't love when he looks forward to the meetings.

it isn't love when they think of him at night. it isn't love when he wishes they were beside him in his bed.

it isn't love.

it isn't love.

it isn't love.

it isn't love when he saves them from an angel with holy water. it isn't love when they put out hell fire before he can fall in.

it isn't love when they remember before the fall. it isn't love when he remembers it every time he looks into their blue eyes.

it isn't love when he wants to kiss them. it isn't love when they want to kiss him.

it isn't love.

it isn't love.

it isn't love.

it isn't love because an angel and a demon were never meant to fall in love, fall in love so deeply that the both of them even longed for the slight burn with every touch. but it can't be love because they were never supposed to fall in love.

so it wasn't love when they asked him to go dancing. it wasn't love when he held their hips warmly as they danced. it wasn't love when their arms wrapped around his neck. it wasn't love when he picks them up and twirls them just to hear their laugh. it wasn't love when they ask if they could go somewhere more private.

it wasn't love when he bought the motel room. it wasn't love when they pushed him inside. it wasn't love when he pinned them to the door. it wasn't love when they threw their arms around his shoulders.

it wasn't love when they finally kissed. even though in that moment, they have never felt the word any stronger.

it wasn't love when he stripped them down. it wasn't love when they returned the favor. it wasn't love when he gently laid them on the bed. it wasn't love when they gazed up at him longingly. it wasn't love as he started kissing their feet, moving up and worshiping their body. it wasn't love when they started softly moaning. it wasn't love when he slid his tongue inside of them. it wasn't love when they moaned loudly, clutching his hair. it wasn't love as he ate them out over and over again. it wasn't love as they moaned and screamed loudly. it wasn't love when he stood back up. it wasn't love when they pulled down his boxers. it wasn't love when he slid inside of them.

it wasn't love when he fucked them hard into the mattress, bending the demon in half, listening to the sweet and erotic moans falling from their kiss bruised lips as their tight, warm walls squeezed around his long hard cock and drew him ever nearer to that cliff point.

it wasn't love when they let him fuck them into the mattress, being bent in half, moaning as he gave them pleasure they had never felt before, his long hard cock pounding into them and hitting every right spot every single time, drawing them closer and closer to the peak.

it wasn't love when he leaned down and kissed them right as the two orgasmed. it wasn't love when they whispered his name. it wasn't love when he smiled and tenderly cleaned them both. it wasn't love when they snuggled into his shirt. it wasn't love when he laid down and wrapped his arms around them. it wasn't love when the two fell asleep.

it wasn't love. there were fights. arguments. disincorporations. tears. apologies. hate sex, breakup sex, i'm-sorry sex. it wasn't love.

but whatever it is, it was their's.