Patrick flies up the building a week later on a Thursday night, pacing back and forth on the roof and his heart pounding so loudly that he can barely hear himself think. Pete shows up a few minutes later, wondering what's got Patrick so hyped up that he can't stand still or even sit down for that matter.

Pete takes a seat on the ledge, his back facing the city, and watches Patrick walk from one spot to another. "Okay, you're worrying me a little. What's wrong?"

Patrick launches into an enthusiastic tale about the God and Lucifer love story and he talks so fast that he stumbles over his words a few times but gets his bearings straight by the middle of the story. Pete is listening to every word, his eyes wide and unbelieving the words that tumble out of Patrick's beautiful mouth. It clears the fog over this entire issue and Pete feels better knowing that Patrick doesn't have to be sent to Limbo and his wings don't have to be ripped from his back and that he won't forget about Pete. Pete stands up, takes two very wide steps and wraps Patrick with his arms and even his tail. He thinks about how this would play out.

Pete pulls back a couple inches. "Hey, what if-"

Patrick interrupts Pete's words with a shake of his head. "Don't ask questions, just kiss me."

Pete smiles and obliges, kissing him passionately and feeling Patrick smile back against his lips. Pete starts to move his legs, walking Patrick backward to the nearest wall and holding him against it with his body. He plants his hands firmly on the angel's hips, licking at his lips and tasting that sweet angelic mouth.

Patrick breaks the kiss with a hand to Pete's chest and Pete is about to ask what's the matter when Patrick says, "I want you, Pete." in a low gravelly voice that makes Pete's dick twitch. "I need you."

Well maybe we could go somewhere else- "Should we leave and-"

Patrick shakes his head again. "Right here, on this rooftop, below the sky that we've watched so many times." Then he starts moving his hips, occasionally bumping Pete's growing erection causing the demon to gasp and bite his lip.

"I want you to take me," Pete's heartbeat and breathing start to quicken at Patrick's words.

"Want you to love me," Patrick watches Pete's pupils grow until they consume his irises and works its way to the whites.

Pete lets out a breath and his voice seeps into it like a groan, that canon voice that used to freak Patrick out now turned him on causing him to let out a moan. It sets Pete off, his eyes entirely black by now and his voice in full canon.

Patrick starts to grab at Pete's clothes but Pete backs up and Patrick instantly misses his heat. But Pete is grabbing onto the front of his own shirt with both hands and pulling in opposite directions until the sound of ripping fabric fills the air. Patrick's never seen that, apparently Pete develops a boost of strength when he's worked up like this.

After Pete has torn his shirt to shreds the jagged strips of fabric remnants fall from his shoulders and onto the ground. Then he reaches out, repeating the action to Patrick's shirt and kisses him again. Pete is radiating heat, his skin is hot to the touch and it makes Patrick want to cling to him even more.

Pete goes for Patrick's pants, their mouths still connected, and practically rips them from his legs along with his underwear. Pete breaks the kiss so he can get a look at the angel's naked form, his palms hot against Patrick's white hips.

"Fucking beautiful." He growls out. Then his hands slide from Patrick's hips to the small of his back, over his smooth round ass and to the back of his thighs. And the next thing Patrick knows, he's being lifted up above Pete's head and his thighs being put on Pete's shoulders. Pete keeps his grip on Patrick as the angel leans back against the wall and spreading his wings out. Pete begins to kiss his way up Patrick's right thigh until he meets the junction and Patrick's moans were egging him on. He gets to Patrick's cock, hard and leaking, and licks a stripe from the base to the tip causing Patrick to whimper. He laps his tongue at the head, attempting to tease him a bit but when Patrick makes that melodic sound that he adores so much, the idea of teasing goes straight off the rooftop.

He sucks Patrick's head into his mouth and, shit, Pete's mouth is burning hot and wet and so fucking good. He tongues at the slit and Patrick cries out above him, grabbing at Pete's dark hair but ends up with a hand around one of his horns and the other on his shoulder. Pete works his way down Patrick's shaft, slick with pre-cum and Pete's saliva, then he pulls back and off of Patrick with a soft pop. He doesn't want Patrick to cum just yet, not until Pete is inside him.

Pete lowers Patrick back down but not onto the ground. He instead has Patrick wrap his legs around his waist and his arms around his neck. The demon holds up his angel with one arm across his ass and the other reaching into his pants pocket, finding a bottle of lube as if it had just magically appeared into Pete's pocket. He pops the cap with his thumb then brings his tail up to squirt some onto his fingers and kisses Patrick as he reaches back and rubs his fingers against Patrick's entrance. He presses in slowly, feeling Patrick gasp against his lips as he works him open. He adds a third finger and continues thrusting his fingers into him until he brushes against the spot that nearly makes Patrick squeal. The kiss breaks and Patrick looks into Pete's black ones, pressing their foreheads together.

"Pete," The angel breathes. "please. I need you."

Pete bites his lip, nearly breaking the skin, and nods. He slips his fingers free, rips his pants enough to free his dick and most of his thighs with the one hand (too impatient to try and get his pants off entirely) and squirts more lube into his hand with his tail before he whips it and tosses the bottle somewhere. He slicks up his leaking cock and lowers Patrick's ass down some until Pete's blunt head bumps into Patrick's hole, then looks into his angel's multicolored eyes.

"You'll always be mine," Pete says. "And I'll always be yours."

Patrick nods, "Always."

The word 'mine' rings though Pete's ears and bounces around in his head. "Mine." He whispers against Patrick's lips then he repeats it louder, "Mine." before he lowers Patrick down until the head of his cock is enveloped in Patrick's heat. Patrick's wings flutter out and Pete reaches up to brace his hand on the wall but finds that the pipe he runs into would be better.

He thrusts his hips up until they make contact with Patrick's ass and Patrick starts to move his hips, rubbing his cock against Pete's stomach. Pete pulls back and thrusts up into Patrick again, slow and careful as if Patrick might break. Then Patrick looks Pete in his black hole eyes resting his forehead on his again and moans when Pete thrusts into him, locking his ankles together behind Pete's back.

"All yours," Patrick breathes, fisting one of his hands into Pete's hair. "Who's am I?"

"Mine." Pete growls out.

"Who's?" Patrick teases.

Pete opens his mouth, letting out a loud canon growl. "Mine!"

Then Pete is moving his hips faster, his dick penetrating Patrick even deeper and Patrick's back arches away from the wall moaning Pete's name like it was the sexiest word in the English language. Pete moves Patrick down to meet his hard thrusts, the wet slap of sin against purity filling the space on the rooftop. The head of Pete's dick slams into Patrick's prostate on every thrust and it's almost too much and yet it's not enough. Patrick's cries get louder with each slam of Pete's hips and Patrick's body begins to give off this bright aura of light. It surrounds Patrick's lustful form and sheds light onto Pete's skin, but Patrick doesn't seem to pay any mind to the light. He just wants Pete to keep being with him in this moment, in their very own world where only they exist. Pete presses his head into the crook of Patrick's neck and breathes him in.

Patrick feels the familiar warmth spread through his belly, he's close, so, so close. And he knows that Pete is, too. His skin is heating up so much that it's practically on fire but not enough to burn the angel.

"Pete," Patrick moans directly into his ear. Pete lifts his head up but his eyelids are so low they appear to be closed and his mouth is open, so Patrick tightens his grip on Pete's hair until he winces. Pete moans at the slight pain then snaps his eyes open and wraps his tail around Patrick's waist for extra support. He takes his hand off of the pipe and holds his angel with both hands, snapping his hips up and pulling Patrick's ass down to meet his hips impossibly hard and causing Patrick to throw his head back and his body arches. He lets out a gorgeous wail of Pete's name as his release splashes onto Pete's chest and stomach.

Pete thrusts a few more times before he feels Patrick's muscles tighten up and is cumming deep inside of him, letting out a growl so low that it vibrates through Patrick's whole body. He continues to penetrate Patrick with his softening cock, milking the remnants of his orgasm between his cheeks.

Then Pete pulls out and quickly turns them around, pressing his back against the wall with Patrick still in his arms then slides down, holding Patrick's naked angelic body close to him.

"I love you," Patrick says around both of their heavy breathing, resting his head on Pete's chest.

Pete kisses his angel's forehead. "I love you."