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Ramiel stood at the door, feeling already foolish. What could possibly come of this? Still, he had already knocked, and regardless of outcome he felt it necessary to see this through. He shifted his weight, pit in his stomach only growing larger.
Stupid, stupid- Click.
The door opened partially, and he stepped back. Good heavens.
Gabriel stood, shirtless, wearing only his loincloth in the doorway. His toned muscles glistened lightly with sweat, behind him a mat spread out on the floor. He had been mid workout, Ramiel realized, guilt at his interruption coming to the surface. "Ah! Gabriel, I am sorry for interrupting you- I can come back at a later time, it is not important." Flustered already, he began to turn to leave, but a gentle hand reached out and grasped his shoulder. He almost shuddered, the warmth sending a wave of heat through his upper body.
"It is a welcome distraction, dear Ramiel. I always have time for anyone, but especially one of my most devoted disciples. Please, come in. What is it you wish to discuss?" Gabriel crossed his room casually, returning to the yoga mat in the centre of it, lowering to what Ramiel assumed was an approximation of his prior exercise. Finally, he allowed himself to breach the doorway, and Gabriel gestured around broadly, a gentle smile crossing his damp helmetless visage. It should have felt less embarrassing, seeing him like this. His form was sinless, as was Ramiel's. A divine creation of their Lord. So why in Heaven did it feel so... inappropriate?
"I insist you relax. You look so tense! What has you so worked up? Speak, Ramiel, unburden yourself. And while you're at it, why don't you sit?" Upon finishing these words, Gabriel stretched his body out across the mat, and rose stiffly. A plank. When was the last time Ramiel had done something even strenuous? Gabriel made it look easy.
Of course he did. He was perfect, strong and brave, intelligent and swift, sinless to no fault. Uncorrupted and incorruptible. Right?
His eyes traced the damp dark skin of his back, watching the muscles ripple, saw the way his stomach tucked flat and gold blessed lines wrote themselves across his lower abdomen, disappearing below his belt. Awful things flashed across Ramiel's mind and he fidgeted, lowering and tucking his knees while kicking his legs to the side, and he considered briefly on removing his helmet as well. Would it perhaps benefit him, to look his better in the face? To meet his many eyes with honesty, to ask for help no matter how tormenting a thought it was? But he felt the heat and worried for the tells that would present themselves; and so he denied himself such an escape. Gabriel let out a heavy breath, turning his head to glance at the younger angel. "Ramiel?" At once his attention snapped upwards, hoping his line of sight wasn't terribly obvious.
He let out a breath, apologizing quickly. "I shouldn't bother you, its quite silly actually. I don't want to waste-"
"Ramiel, the only thing you are presently wasting is time. Your stalling does no good, and while patience is a virtue you'll find I have little for beating around something that was important enough to bring you here in the first place." Ramiel was at a loss for words, attempting to quickly recalibrate. It was a well known fact that Gabriel was quick to anger, anything being squandered but time especially seeming to build his ire quickly. "Right, ah- well. I just. It's kind of hard to ask. Or it's not hard to ask it's weird it's just tough to-" his run on sentence got ahead of his mind, still half embroiled in the sights in front of him.
Ramiel paused, composing himself. "How do you... deal with lust. Like you-yourself? I have sat through endless sermons, prayed on it, try to push it out of mind and distract myself. But at the end of the day, I lay in bed, staring at my ceiling trying to sleep, and it creeps up on me. Desire for- things that make me feel evil, like Lucifer himself. Please help me Gabriel, surely you have wisdom you may impart on me, something to strengthen my resolve."
Gabriel had, in the time it had taken for Ramiel to finally admit his woes, shifted to face him fully, doing a butterfly stretch with his head bowed, again breathing deeply to aid his stark bend. When he sat up, he spread his legs forward, then splayed them outward.
Is this a test? He has to be fucking with me. Ramiel tried desperately to keep his head and endlessly wandering eyes level, tried to not think about the visible damp sweat soaking into the edges of the loincloth, tried not to look at rippling muscles; tried, tried, tried. But he was failing, the heat in his stomach travelling lower.
He thanked God he had sat in the position he'd chose, dick pinned between his thighs but definitely beginning to harden. Gabriel shifted to his right side, belt turning slightly and loincloth inching dangerously close to uselessness. He swallowed thickly, hoping Gabriel wouldn't see him pushing his thighs together tighter.
"I see why you are fearful my child, but I think the first step in handling this properly is abandoning your fear. You have nothing to be afraid of, and if you can bolster your courage you can stay strong and continue on the correct path." Bolster my courage, he repeated to himself in his mind. Gabriel leaned over to the opposite leg, bowing somehow deeper than the other side, opposite hip rotating slightly. The thick muscles of his thighs shifted, and again that belt... the loincloth slid over what would have been Gabriel's genitals, and it struck Ramiel at once that there was no bulge there. It wasn't frequently he looked at any one angel's genital area, due to both his desires and his fears, but they had all been given education on their bodies, the lesson designed to make the weight and responsibility of chastity sink in more heavily in the younger members. He knew the angels had genitals randomly assigned, similar to that of mankind. Knew they had two main sexes, with a broad array of appearances, but that they were functionally similar to that of a humans; minus any real reproductive capabilities, given they had no such need to do so.
He tried desperately not to dwell on this, to think of the heat that had only a layer of cloth to protect it from the outside, from him- What am I thinking?
He tucked his legs even closer, squeezing his thighs together uncomfortably, willing himself to think of anything else.
"-to recognize we are powerless to such urges, and to accept that we will experience them but need not act on them is key. Having a thought does not make you evil, but acting on that thought can. Seeking help from your peers and regulating your emotions will benefit you greatly, but you must be honest about what you are dealing with. Attempting to seal these thoughts away forever will allow them to grow into a beast that-"
Ramiel could barely hear what was being said, lightheaded and blood rushing. Gabriel had leaned back and to the side on one arm, gazing upwards at nothing in particular. He gesticulated with his other hand, no longer stretching. The universe had decided to save its cruelest tricks for his weakest moment, the loincloth now entirely askew. His breath caught in his throat, mouth now agape in his helm. He was practically panting, an unhinged nothingness soaking into his mind. He could no longer stop himself, staring directly at the exposed archangel's damp sex.
Gabriel had either not noticed, or more likely did not care. Nudity was, after all, not perverse in nature. But Ramiel was a pervert, then. In his mind, the word cycled, endlessly, and he felt himself twitching desperately at the thought. That he was nothing but a disgusting pervert, destined to defile and be defiled. He ground his legs together again, and before he could stop it his dick finally slipped from between them, tenting and straining at the meagre covering the cloth over it provided. Still, Gabriel did not shift his gaze from the ceiling, content to ramble on unaware of what was unfolding in front of him.
"-it's only natural, you know. The council makes it seem so Heaven-shattering, to even acknowledge you experience such things. But the truth is that choosing to demonize things that are entirely out of our control-"
Before he realized and could stop himself, his hand slipped under his covering, grasping at his shaft. He gasped slightly, then sucked his lower lip in, biting it. His eyes flicked back to Gabriel's face, and he noted that the angel was leaning even further back, having switched arms and now resting his full weight on the opposite one. Still, he spoke, though Ramiel no longer knew of what; his soft tone now simply a hypnotic white-noise harmonizing with the blood rushing in his ears.
He slowly stroked at himself, his mind chanting endlessly: Pervert, pervert, pervert... His head lolled back, momentarily, before he realized what he was doing.
Pervert, pervert, pervert, perv- He made a small noise in the back of his throat, unable to stop himself.
"-What the fuck are you doing?" came Gabriel's voice, nigh unrecognizable and in a tone Ramiel had never heard before in his life.
Uncontrollably, Ramiel bucked into his hand one last time before snapping his head back into an upright position. A maddening heat creeped further through his body as he realized not only was he more or less half nude, but jerking off in front of his mentor-turned-unwitting-spankbait. The roles had reversed, him not paying attention and exposing himself while Gabriel looked on, genitals covered once more. Ramiel couldn't put together a thought, much less something capable of explaining his current state.
He was fucked, that much he was able to surmise.
"Ramiel-" Gabriel started, but his voice faltered and something odd creeped into it. Fear?
At this, his cock twitched again, and before he could even try to redeem himself he leaned forward, beginning to close the gap between them. Gabriel shuffled backwards off of the mat awkwardly, glancing sideways towards the door. "Ramiel," he tried again, "I think- I think you should go." A brief glimpse of the angel's cunt while he struggled further backwards was enough. He had to see it again. Needed to see it. Needed him.
He pounced, landing over and straddling Gabriel, who, for his part, was utterly stunned; never before so speechless. Ramiel ground down lightly, shaft now rubbing against the angels exposed abs, shocks running through his body as the damp heat was the most intimate feeling he'd ever experienced. His skull was buzzing, thoughts and fears eons away as he rode the haze of lust. "Ramiel, get off of me this instant!" Gabriel insisted, struggling beneath him. Still, Ramiel was taller, and used his gauntlet to gather and pin Gabriel's arms above his head, before shifting his gaze to the belt around Gabriel's waist.
"You insolent pervert! Unhand me or so help me-"
Pervert. The word, now in Gabriel's voice, echoed in his mind, and his dick twitched against the toned muscle again. "I'm sorry- I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry..." he chanted, as if it would absolve him of his actions. He fumbled desperately at the belt with his free hand, before finally leaning back and simply shoving the fabric to the side. He let his dick rest next to the damp slit, momentarily drinking in how hot it was. Never before had he ever been this close to someone, in this way or any. How could this possibly be a sin, when it felt like it was the only place he'd ever been meant to be?
"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry..." he continued, words tumbling out faster and unendingly.
"Ramiel PLEASE I am begging you to see sense, this is not right and you know it; you must stop this instant!" his writhing had died out, replaced by begging.
Ramiel would not see sense.
He pulled back, lining himself up with Gabriel, unskilled but fueled by desperation. "I'm sorry, forgive me, please I'm sorry I need this I'm sorry-" He thrusted forward, a shaky inhale replaced his chanted cries, and Gabriel began to writhe anew.
"You can't do this Ramiel please, you are tainting us both, dooming us to a path of lust and treachery!" He cried, kicking his legs. Ramiel barely heard, couldn't think over the white hot that clenched desperately around the tip of his dick. Still, Gabriel's writhing threatened to take away that inch or so of bliss, and before he could stop himself he had flipped the squirming mass below him to his side, wrapping his free arm around Gabriel's leg, slinging it up over his shoulder. No longer able to close his legs, Gabriel began to sob. Ramiel, having gone only momentarily without, all at once slammed himself back into his cunt. Gabriel let out a choked sob, body going utterly limp "No. No no no nooo nono-"
"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry-" Their cries mixed together in a mess of desperation, the only other sounds in the room being choked sobs and the slapping of two sweaty bodies. Ramiel was close enough prior to starting, and the heat and tightness of Gabriel's insides was all at once too much. With a final apology, he bottomed out, cumming for what felt like far too long. He had climaxed before, in the privacy of his own room and far away from anybody that could denounce him for it.
He had always had a sneaking suspicion the others did similiar things, though none would admit to it. Still, he was certain none had gone as far as this before. He collapsed shakily, allowing the leg he had been grasping at to fall back to its resting position. He lay stretched over Gabriel, but also freed his hands, entrapping him then with his larger mass. He dick slipped out with a soft wet noise, and he felt something leaking against his shaft. He knew what it was, knew what he'd just done to possibly one of the few individuals that would have maybe- just maybe- forgiven him for everything prior to the last several minutes.
For a few moments, they laid there, Gabriel softly crying and Ramiel beginning to shake, the weight of his actions setting in as the trance-like haze left his mind high and dry. Then, a knock.
"Gabriel? Are you present? I have some matters I wish to discuss with you."
At once, Gabriel shot up, knocking Ramiel to the side. Hastily he yanked his loincloth back to where it belonged, running a hand over his lower region and wincing.
"Gabriel, I-"
"Go. Leave. Do not return."
"Gabriel? Is that you?" The voice behind the door spoke again.
Power Manadel, by the sound of it.
"Gabriel-"
"Leave." He hissed through clenched teeth, wings flaring gold in warning. Quickly, he straightened himself as well, backing towards the door. Gabriel stared, coldly, before turning and looking away, wiping his face with his arm.
Ramiel finally found himself at the door, hand on the handle, and turned back once more, a final glance at his victim. He opened his mouth again, but was quickly cut off by the door opening, narrowly missing him as it flew inwards.
"Ramiel?" Manadel, said, sounding confused.
"Er- Just- Justleavingbye!" He said, as quickly as his brain could conjure the words, stepping out and almost running down the hall.
He prayed Gabriel would keep his mouth shut, convinced himself it was more for his sake than Ramiel's.
Told himself he would gain nothing from admitting he'd been defiled.
Told himself it was Gabriel's fault anyways.
If Gabriel hadn't wanted it, surely he would have stopped him.
If something happens, is it not God's Will?