The Last Light [boyxboy]

The Last Light [boyxboy]

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By the 31st century, the earth was already vacant of any human life. Not ten years before had the demons of the underworld taken over earth, and naming this war against the humans 'The Sinless Act'. Leonor though, is the last human as far as he knows. And it takes every ounce of strength and skill to keep that secret hidden. Azazel comes in contact with this mysterious 'demon', although everything in his being tells him this one is different. Azazel attempts to get closer with this so called Leonor, faking a friendship with him, only to see who he truly is. But Leonor starts to show Azazel the light within him and the fallen angel finds himself unable to kill the human. But just as Azazel begins to discover what Leonor truly is, so does every other demon. And for ten years they've been hungering for a human soul. [I'm not good at descriptions, you'll just have to read it ._.]
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Their kiss continued, brutal and hot. Aziraphale suddenly remembered how his arms worked circled them around the demon's waist pulling him closer. Crowley broke off the kiss with a sharp inhale and moved his head to rest against the angel's. "Tell me to leave, angel." Raw need vibrated through the demon's voice. He pressed his forehead against Aziraphale's. His hands trembled as they cradled the angel's face. He took another ragged breath. "You don't want to do this! You don't want this from me!" Now it was Aziraphale's turn to take a inhale deeply. Their mouths were so close that their breath mingled. He could feel heat from the demon, from their pressed foreheads, down his chest, to his groin. He drained away the minor alcohol in his system and let cold, hard clarity wash over him. This was...dangerous. This was wild and thoughtless. Hedonistic. This should stop. That would be for the best. Safe. Sane. Responsible. "No" Aziraphale's voice ghosted the word. Then bolder, louder, steadier "Stay, please. I want this." He clasped his hands against the demon's and tipped his head back to meet Crowley's eyes. "I want you."

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