Ineffable Bureaucracy (One/twoshots)

Caught in the Act

Gabriel twitched in his seat uncomfortably. All day, or mostly just throughout the incredibly long and boring meeting he currently was sitting in, the only thing occupying his mind was Beelzebub. He didn't know why, but the tiny demon he had became acquaintances with kept popping up into his mind. And sometimes, they weren't exactly pure thoughts.

Gabriel did not have a crush on Beelzebub, and would deny it if he were asked. However, this lie would be foiled once his face tinged lavender at the mere thought of them, even if the person he was speaking to was reiterating a gruesome fate the Prince of Hell had given to an innocent demon.

The thoughts during the meeting weren't the only thoughts he had. On the occasion he went to sleep, as he sometimes liked to do to avoid the idiots he worked with, he would often dream of Beelzebub, and they ranged from the two sitting at a desk not talking to him pounding them up against a wall. Other times his mind, which he now guessed was no longer as pure and holy as he tried to play it off as, would wander into the proverbial gutter when he was having meetings with the demon on his mind.

His current fantasy was of Beelzebub riding like a horse so hard and fast that the table he was laying on, which just so happened to be the current office table he sat at, started splintering. Their sweet and raspy moans of his name, even if they were only in his head, made his cock grow hard in his pants.

Michale was currently going over the budget of not only Heaven, but earth as well. Gabriel glanced up at the elegantly made presentation slide. One of the main things humans were spending money on was pornography or strippers. Gabriel was an angel, but he was no angel. He knew what a stripper was.

His mind began to create an image of Beelzebub dressed in tight lingerie and thigh high boots, slowly grinding on him while he held their thighs apart. The image was beautiful, and oh so sinfully delicious.

Michael wrapped up the meeting about twenty minutes later, and Gabriel hurried out of the conference room to his own room, closing and locking the door behind him. He laid out on the huge lavender colored bed and closed his eyes.

In his mind's eye, Beelzebub was laid out on top of him slowly grinding into his ever growing cock. The pressure and friction felt so good, he could have came just from that.

His hand slid down his chest and into his suit pants and he made a small noise. His large, soft hand was the complete opposite of Beelzebub's tiny, calloused ones. In his mind he pictures them having to wrap both hands around his cock just to jerk it off and he groaned louder.

He wrapped his hand around his throbbing length and pulled it out of his boxers. It was long and thick and red with blood. It throbbed in his hand, and he imagined it throbbing inside Beelzebub. He slowly started to jerk himself.

Gabriel has often thought of pleasuring himself, but he always refrained. After all, it was unholy and no archangel should ever deface themselves like that. That biblical bull shit went right out the window as his hand moved faster and his eyes rolled back.

His fantasy was pretty subpar but seemed to make his needy cock weep thick tears onto his length, making his hand's journey smoother. Pre come had already dripped onto his suit and pants, but he didn't care. The only thing on his mind was the demon.

He imagined Beelzebub begging for his cock, on their knees with their face helplessly pressed into the bulge of his pants, mouthing at it hungrily as he gently gripped their hair. He would deny them, but one hungry look from the demon had him picking them up and tossing them on the bed.

He crawled over their tiny body and looked down at their face. Beelzebub was flushed darkly, black hair spread out like a devilish halo on the bed, blue eyes shining with need and lust and want. He smirked and he could practically feel their thighs trembling.