Title: Pure Lust
Author: Aly (wind goddess fuu)
Rating: R, I think…or NC-17…I don’t know I usually don’t write this kind of thing!
Song-fic – “Thinking of You” is not mine and is property of ‘A Perfect Circle’

I guess I went where I should not have gone. I did what I should not have done. And you just don’t know. You don’t know what it’s like to fall. You don’t know what it’s like to have had paradise and lost it. You don’t. You never had it to begin with. So long ago. But I know. I fell. I had never known anything but that wondrous place, high above the earth, lush and green, shining and bright, peaceful. And now. And now I’m here. I can feel the grit and dirt beneath the toes of my bare feet. I can feel heavy torrential rain pouring down on my naked body, beating down on my battered soul. My hair, once golden, radiant with a light of it’s own, is know soaked and clinging to my forehead, my face, my neck, my back. My wings, a shining pure white no longer as drop after of heavy water pounds down upon the once soft and silky feathers, the tips of my wings dragging on that same dirt now turned mud. I can feel the light inside of me fading and dying. The weight of my loss baring down on my shattered soul.

Bright no longer. Angel of purity, angel of beauty, angel of innocence. I am those no longer. The demon that hides inside my mind, inside my heart, inside my soul, has made me unclean and unworthy of such titles. I don’t understand. I’ll never understand what happened. How I came to be this way. Why.

There is little light in this world. What little I had is being sucked from being and vanishing in to the dark storm clouds above. Trees, barren and stripped, stretch their dying branches towards my shuddering and shaking figure as I drag my weary body through the mud, searching for a place to rest. Just for a little while. Just for ever.

I look up and I see it ahead. A spot of darkness with in the darkness. The hollow and yawning mouth of a cave. Through the last stretch of saturate earth, I crawl until I feel the cold, hard rock beneath my feet. I collapse face-down on the stone, hands and knees scrapping along the stone. My wings I draw around my shaking and frozen soul. Into oblivion…

lying all alone and restless

With sleep, with hopeless self resignation, the demon in him rose, spreading black and supple wings along the corners of his mind, running a delicate hand through midnight black hair, down along an arching neck and over a tight and seductive body.

The angel shuddered and turned in his sleep, body sliding along the stony floor, his mind filled with the image of the demon, who turned sensual midnight blue eyes on him as he hand moved ever lower along his muscular, sculpted body.

unable to lose this image

Shaking and sweating, the angel sat up with a start. He could feel the pain of the sharp rocks biting into the delicate, porcelain skin of his hands and legs. Concentrating on that pain and the ache in his soul he tried to clear his head. But he could still him, the demon that haunted his dreams, sleeping or waking, the dark splendor that sent fire running through his blood and heating his skin. That did things to his body that he had never experienced before. The demon was slowly stealing his innocence and purity. The demon was the cause of his fall.

The angel sat back, leaning against the rough wall of the cave, heedless of the pointed stone that tore at his wings. He was unsure whether it was sweat or rain that ran down is face, neck, chest. His skin was on fire and his breath was coming out in pants, but he could nothing as long as the demon remained visible before him, running smooth hands down his gorgeous body.

sleepless, unable to focus

The angel blinked his eyes rapidly but his vision began to fade, the darkness of the cave melting away and the demon visualized before him. Midnight blue eyes focused on him and he felt pulled in all, a steady beginning to grow in the pit of his stomach. He couldn’t move, could barely breathe, as the demon smiled seductively and slid to the floor with a boneless grace. Like a giant prowling leopard, he stalked the angel, crawling on all fours sensually across the cave floor. He paused just in front the angel, before continuing, straddling him, hands on either side, body hovering mere centimeters above the flushed and shaking figure.

The angel gasped as he stared into the eyes of the creature, whose faces was so close to his own he could feel the warm breath on his skin. He closed his eyes trying to will the creature away, be he could still feel the heat radiating off the beautiful body of demon and mingling with the heat of his own. Suddenly the heat was gone, only to be replaced by a new sensation. He gasped again and opened his eyes to find the demon kneeling, straddling his legs, one hand running down his chest over a sensitive and tight nipple, the other skimming up his thigh and along his hip to rest on his slim waist.

on anything but your surrender

The angel cried out, the new sensations frightened him. He closed his eyes tight and shook his head, whispering a prayer banishing the demon from his thoughts. His fevered skin was glistening with sweat, he could feel the beads of moisture beneath his hands. That wasn’t right.

Opening his eyes again, the angel found only the darkness of the cave before him, the demon no where in sight. But he could still feel the hands upon him. Startled, the angel looked down to find his own hands soft and moving, still caressing his body as the demon had been only a moment before, one hand upon his chest, one hand tracing the line of his hip bone and moving toward the meeting of his legs where the mark of his manhood pulsed, stiff and aching.

tugging a rhythm to the vision that’s in my head
tugging a beat to the sight of you lying
so delighted with a new understanding

He screamed, cried out, trying desperately to make his hands stay still, but they seemed possessed. His vision blurred again and the demon stared back at him, nose to nose. The demon moved back a smirk on his face as he moved the hands of the angel replacing them with his own.

The demon’s hand, soft and gentle caressed the angel’s pure and untouched length. His hand wrapped around it, moving up and down, slowly at first, watching with an evil delight as the angel, once a creature of innocence and purity writhed and bucked beneath his hand, no longer able to control his own body. His hand moved in a tantalizing rhythm reacting to the movements and the wondrous, almost painful expression of the creature he corrupted.

something about a little evil that makes that
unmistakable noise I was hearing
unmistakable sound I know so well

The angel lost of sense of time. He had no idea what was going on around him. He could only focus on the hands that touched his body in ways he never thought possible. His breathing turned to a hoarse pant and such sounds he began to escape his mouth that had never touched his ears before. Moans and whimpers, he was unsure whether they were of pain or pleasure. His body moved without his knowledge. His head was thrown back, eyes squeezed shoot, he could scarcely think. He only know that there was something coming, something big, something he wanted, needed.

It was upon him before he knew it. He cried out louder then before, body stiffening and shaking. His opened, unfocused, sparks of color flying around the edges of his eyes. It was nothing he had ever experienced before. He had thought he had known Heaven before, but that world was nothing compared to this sinful pleasure. Here was true Heaven.

spent and sighing with that look in your eye
spent and sweating with that look on your face like
sweet revelation
sweet surrender

That world, of course, did not remain clouded and gray. The angel emerged from the dark cavern into a stream of blinding sunlight, which reflected blue and purple, a haunting iridescence, off newly darkened black wings. The beam of light touched up tan skin, refracting through the beads of sweat and rain that still dripped along his body. His golden hair stole new light from the sun. The world couldn’t stay dark forever after all. He stretched aching muscles, extending his wings to their full width, basking in the warmth and radiance of the sun’s light. He smirked and took three running steps before his wings lifted him into the air. There had to be others on this world, other fallen creatures. He would find them. He would find them and feed of their most sexual desires, this new born angel of pure lust. An angel who would go, had gone, where no angel should go.