“But I’m so tired ...”
“If you die on me, Knight, I swear to God! I thought demons were immortal?”
He tried to laugh, but he felt too weak. Gently, he felt Saint easing him out of his lap and onto the bed.
“Okay,” he was saying. “Okay. Fuck. Okay.”
Knight felt him leave the bed. He tried to make a noise of complaint, his heart beginning to pound with panic, but he wasjust too tired. He heard the sound of rustling, and when he blinked again, Saint was back, kneeling beside him on the bed.
A hand gently tapped his cheek. His hazy eyes landed on his lover. He looked so sweet. So kind. “Knight, can you take your robes off for me?”
Knight blinked, and his robes were gone. The moment they disappeared, Saint was curling up half on top of him. He felt so warm and soft everywhere. Oh. He was naked.
“Mm.” Knight felt some energy returning to his limbs, letting him lift a hand so he could stroke Saint’s bare back, the curve of his hip.
“I don’t know if this is going to work, but ...”
He made a confused noise when one of Saint’s fingers pushed into his mouth, pressing hard against the sharp point of one of his fangs.
The taste of blood bloomed on his tongue.Saint’sblood.
Knight took what felt like his first real inhale since he’d been forcefully sent back to Hell. He grabbed Saint’s wrist, keeping his hand there, sucking forcefully from the wound, groaning deep in his throat.
“Oh my God,” Saint moaned, his body arching needily against Knight’s, his dick slowly filling against Knight’s hip.
The scent of his arousal thickening in the air had Knight almost gasping, the blood and his lover’s emotions rapidly filling all his limbs with energy until he was spinning them around so he was on top.
He let Saint’s hand drop from his mouth, hooked one of Saint’s thick legs around his waist and rocked their hips together.
“Knight,” Saint cried, jerking up against him.
Their mouths met in an almost violent clash of lips and teeth, tongues tangling, breaths mingling. Performing a small spell still had Knight’s head aching at the effort, but it was sofucking worth it to hear the sinful sound Saint made as the space between their bodies became slicker, the glide of their dicks sinful.
Saint pulled back from the kiss when he needed to breathe, his nails digging into Knight’s shoulders as he sobbed, “Yes, yes, yes—” arching his hips and making the space between their bodies even slicker as he came.
Knight lightly sank his teeth into Saint’s shoulder, his orgasm following right on the heels of Saint’s, his entire body shaking.
“You bastard,” Saint said when they’d barely caught their breaths. “How fucking dare you? Don’t scare me like that again.”
Knight laughed softly, still winded from both the weakness of earlier and his orgasm. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologise. Just don’t fucking die. Can demons die?”
“Yes, Saint. We’re immortal in the sense that we don’t get sick, we stop ageing at some point, and we don’t die natural deaths, but like any other creature, we can be killed.”
“Bastard.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Stop apologising. Fuck.” He was shaking.
Knight waved a hand, disappearing the mess between their bodies. Then he pulled Saint close, hugging him tight, wrapping his wings around him. “I’m sorry.”
“Fuck,” Saint said again.
Knight held him until he stopped shaking, his heart so swollen underneath his ribs he was afraid said ribs would crack.
“What happened?” Saint pulled back to ask. “Our ... the link ...”
