"No, seriously, he practically opened up a portal for me to enter through. It was an accident, though. But it was a happy accident." Pete tells Patrick the story of how he got a mortal to be his friend. Patrick listens to every word, amused and slightly awed.

Patrick laughs. "Why is it that demons can be conjured but not angels?"

"No idea. If you ask me it's just plain unfair." Pete says and Patrick agrees entirely.

Patrick and Pete laugh and bump shoulders as they watch the sunrise for the millionth time together. Pete has in fact been punished several times since the first time a month and a half ago, the beatings becoming more and more annoying rather than painful. It's like Pete's entire face became a callous from being hit so much, it's pretty much routine now. Patrick, of course, doesn't like it but Pete keeps telling him not to worry and that he's taking the pain for both of them.

Patrick has yet to be punished as far as Pete knows. His skin is always clean and flawless for Pete to tell otherwise and he wants it to stay that way.

Then the demon leans over and plants a kiss to Patrick's cheek and Patrick looks at him with a confused smile. "What was that for?"

"For seeing me as a person and not a demon."

Patrick reaches out and pulls Pete close to him until they're facing each other, sitting between each others legs and their thighs overlapping. He presses their foreheads together then runs his fingers through the hair on the back of Pete's head until he makes his way up to his small horns, rubbing his thumb against one and following it to the point. "You're beautiful. Demon or no." Then he leans forward and connects their lips and Pete brings his hands up to Patrick's soft cheeks, intensifying the kiss. Their tongues danced together in harmony, both never wanting this to end, wanting to exist like this for all eternity.

Both their breathing becomes heavier, panting in tandem and fisting each others hair to the brink of pulling. They break apart naturally and stare into each others eyes, their foreheads pressed together again. Pete's are half lidded and black, entirely, the whites of his eyes as dark as a black hole. It doesn't make Patrick afraid, just curious, he's never seen Pete's eyes do that before.

"Patrick-" And Pete's voice is different too. It sounds like there's a second voice, darker and deeper, talking in canon with Pete's original one. Now that maybe freaks Patrick out a little bit. But before Patrick could respond in any way, Pete reconnects their lips and they soon start panting again. Patrick begins to moan and Pete swallows it all, loving how they taste, and Pete feels himself hardening in his tight jeans. He bites at Patrick's bottom lip, causing the angel to let out the sweetest sound Pete has ever heard. Patrick's back arches toward Pete's chest, his head tossed back and exposing his throat that vibrates as he lets out another one of those sweet melodic sounds. Pete holds onto Patrick, one arm around him and his hand pressed in the center of his lumbar curve. His other hand is on Patrick's thigh, gradually making its way up to his hip as Pete presses his mouth to Patrick's adam's apple.

A swooshing sound fills Pete's ears. He looks up from the spot he's sucking on and realizes that Patrick's wings are in full span, spread beautifully as Patrick moans Pete's name. And, fuck, Pete wants to hear it again, leaking from Patrick's lips like a sin. Pete takes the hand that's on Patrick's thigh and presses it against Patrick's chest, gently pushing him backwards until his back is laying against the concrete of the ledge.

Patrick looks up at Pete, his black eyes almost appearing as if they've darkened even more and oh god, Patrick wants him. Now, while Pete sits settled between his legs. The angel grabs Pete's shirt and pulls him down into a fierce kiss and Pete is the one who moans this time, his demonic voice vibrating through Patrick's stomach and straight to his dick.

Pete grabs hold of Patrick's hips and pulls him as close as he can, Patrick's ass pressing into his lap and rubbing against his erection causing Pete to hiss loudly. He leans back so he can see every inch of Patrick and the sight is fucking beautiful, a love bite blossoming onto Patrick's throat. His legs are spread wide and he's lifting his hips up attempting to get as much friction as he can. Patrick's face is the image of pure want and lust, Pete can see the raw sin on his face and it makes Pete want to take him right here, right now. Pete lifts Patrick's hips until his ass is at the joint of Pete's hips, the perfect position to rub his dick against him.

He keeps one hand on Patrick's hip and puts the other one back on his thigh, rubbing upward until he reaches the bulge in Patrick's pants. Patrick immediately starts to move his hips, sliding his ass against Pete's cock and Pete throws his head back and lets out a groan, probably better described as a growl.

"Fuck." Pete hisses, then he turns his attention back to Patrick's squirming body and palms Patrick through the fabric of his jeans, causing him to squeeze his eyes shut and let out a cry of pleasure. Pete continues to grind against the fabric separating Pete's dick from Patrick's broad smile and he quickens the movement of his hand, rubbing Patrick's cock until Patrick can barely breath.

Pete sucks his bottom lip into his mouth. He's close, so fucking close, and he knows Patrick is too if Patrick's more rapid hip movements are any indication. He rubs harder, increasing the pressure and by the deep moan Patrick makes, he can tell that he loves it.

Soon, Patrick lets out a loud moan that could wake the dead when he cums and Pete couldn't love the sound any more that he already did. His eyes squeezed shut again and his back arches and his hips move faster, riding out the waves of his orgasm and rubbing Pete's cock. And Pete sees Patrick's wings flutter rapidly. Pete cums soon after, warmth filling the fabric of his jeans and his wings spreading into full span. He lets out another canon growl before he collapses forward and rests his head on Patrick's chest. Patrick's hips slide off of Pete's legs and back down onto the ledge then he combs his fingers through Pete's hair, thumbing one of his horns again.

They lay like that until their breathing goes back to normal. Patrick looks down at Pete to see that Pete is already looking back at him, his eyes back to that whiskey brown they were before.

Pete smiles when Patrick does and pecks him on the lips, the sun in full peak.