Guardian Fallen Angel

for Kinktober2023 by Annika Sage Ellis

contains: cock warming, strap-on, anal sex, light dom/sub, cis/trans, angel/demon

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Pride was beginning to wonder what was taking Justice so long to get home when the door opened. He expected a cheerful greeting, his usual satisfied exhaustion after a day of volunteering, but nothing came. The door shut without preamble.

“Justice?” Pride called, warily, from the living room.

“Yeah,” came the weak reply. “I’m back.”

That… didn’t sound good. Abandoning the TV, Pride trekked to the foyer to see what was up. He found Justice there with his head back against the door, shoulder bag uncharacteristically crumpled on the ground, but that wasn’t the part that made his ichor run cold. It was the splotchy, purple-black bruise around his swollen eye. It spread over his cheek and obscured his freckles, turning his warm brown skin an angry maroon.

“Justice, what the fuck?” Pride blurted, caught between shocked and furious.

“I’ll explain it, I just—” his voice broke, and he took a shuddering breath. “I need to sit down, for a minute.”

He nodded, teeth clenched, and Justice shuffled into the kitchen. Pride fumed in the foyer for a few extra seconds, flexing his fists at his sides. He could not wait for an explanation, along with the full name and current location of who was responsible.

First thing was first, though. He followed Justice into the kitchen. There, he sat on one of the counter stools with half his head in his hands. Slumped, defeated. Pride had never seen him so crushed.

“Want some ice?” he asked.

Justice picked up his head enough to glance his way. “I can heal it on my own.”

“Yeah, but it still hurts. You know I know that.”

He smiled a little, probably remembering all the times he had to heal Pride’s copious, human-inflicted wounds. “Okay,” he agreed. “Thank you.”

Pride shoveled some ice into a plastic bag, wrapped it in a dishcloth, and handed it over. Justice took it gratefully. But he didn’t un-slump.

“What happened today?” Pride dared to ask.

“A lot,” Justice sighed. “It was busy today, a lot of people. A lot of… pain. I wasn’t handling it as well as I usually do, and—” He broke off to swallow. “It was just hard. To know that my help was only temporary, I wasn’t really fixing anything.”

Pride nodded, rubbing his back. If there was one good thing being a demon had brought him, it was removing his ability to feel everyone’s pain—physical, emotional, whatever. Angels had a rough time on Earth versus up in Heaven, where the tiny cries from the humans below were easier to ignore.

“And then at the end of the day, someone started a fight in the parking lot. I went out to try and break it up.” He sob-laughed, one visible eye welling up. “That went great.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” Pride tried.

“But I couldn’t stop any of it.” The bag of ice clattered as it hit the counter, Justice turning his palms to the ceiling in a plea for answers. “It feels like I’ll never be enough. No matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, I can’t help anybody.”

“That’s bullshit, and you know it.”

He shook his head, but couldn’t answer through his tears. Pride pulled him into a hug, careful of his injury, and let Justice muffle his sobs in his shirt. And though Pride stroked his hair gently, his eyes burned smoldering holes into the wall.

If it didn’t mean abandoning Justice, Pride would already be prowling the streets. He would search relentlessly for the sorry piece of shit who thought they would be able to get away with thinking about laying a single finger on Justice—on his Justice—and keep all their limbs attached to their body afterword. Or keep their teeth inside their head. Or keep their skin unpeeled.

A wet cough interrupted his rage. Justice wiped his cheeks, flinching when he touched the fresh bruise. Pride took a mental step back from his violent fantasies. No matter how correct he was or how much that idiot deserved it, it wouldn’t help Justice. It wouldn’t un-punch his face, and it wouldn’t make him feel any better. So he tabled his revenge quest. For now.

“Can I do something?” he asked.

“I think,” Justice sniffed, “I want to lie down.”

“Okay. My room or yours?”

“Yours, please.”

Pride kissed one of his salty cheeks. “Go ahead, I’ll meet you there.”

Justice nodded, shuffling down the hall. Pride made a detour to the living room so he could turn the TV off, then to the bathroom for a bottle of painkillers just in case. When he got to his room, he found Justice lying on the bed, an arm thrown over his face, not noticing him enter at all. A sinking feeling came over Pride as he realized how tired he must have been—he still had his hair half-up in his usual bun, and didn’t even bother to get his nightcap.

Pride snuck back to the bathroom. He took Justice’s favorite nightcap out of a drawer, long, dark blue, and constellation-patterned. Back in his room, he set the painkillers on the nightstand.

“Hey,” he said. “You forgot this.”

Justice peeked out from under his arm. “Oh. Right.”

With clear effort, he sat up. He scooted to the edge of the bed for the nightcap, but didn’t put it on. For a long minute, he rubbed the smooth material between his fingers. Pride couldn’t help but stare at the bruise. It was so unnecessary, and on the least-deserving face.

“Can I ask you something… weird?” Justice said at last.

“I love weird questions,” Pride replied.

“Okay. Well.” He sighed heavily, preparing. “I missed you today. I was really, really looking forward to coming home and being able to see you. Do you—Would it be okay if—if I warmed you? For a little while?”

Not a hint of lust in the air, it caught Pride by surprise. “You want me to get the strap?”

“If that’s okay?” Justice twisted the nightcap in his hands. “I want to be close to you, so…”

“It’s more than okay.” He gave Justice a soft kiss, and privately celebrated when he smiled.

While Justice put his hair up, Pride prepared his harness. He slipped it on over his trunks and fitted the O-ring with one of the medium-small dildos at his disposal. Less prep, still big enough to feel.

After being given the okay, they laid down together, on their sides so Justice wouldn’t have to put any pressure on his eye. He kicked his pants off and bent his top leg to let Pride stretch him open, one finger at a time, until he could take the strap with ease.

“Feels okay?” Pride asked, forehead pressed against his back.

“Yes,” Justice said. “Thank you.”

Pride kissed his shoulder. “I’ll be here as long as you want.”

He nodded, sighing contentedly, and snuggling into the pillow. Pride wrapped around his torso with his top arm, catching his hand and lacing their fingers. It was quiet.

It wasn’t the first time Justice had ever warmed his strap, but it felt different somehow. The other times, there was the expectation that Justice would lose his composure. That he’d be begging to move eventually, that sex would follow at some point. But not this time. When fingering him open, he didn’t get more than halfway hard. Even now, Pride could feel a bit of his dick against his thigh—completely soft. Not a single drop of lust floated onto his tongue, either. Justice wanted to be close, nothing more, nothing less.

In a way, it felt even more special. When Justice was tired and beaten, when he felt useless, when he needed to rest, he came to Pride. He sought out the comfort of his body, wanted to be as close to him as physically possible. Justice came to him to feel safe.

If only he’d actually been able to keep him safe. That thought sparked a bit of the rage he’d stamped down earlier. If Pride had his way, Justice would never be hurt again. Unfortunately, the universe didn’t correct course to his whim as it should have.

Despite how warm and comfortable it was to lie there, he couldn’t stop thinking about how unfair it was. That Justice, out of all the humans in that parking lot, got punched. A literal angel, who spent most of his time helping random passers-by on the street, got caught in the crossfire of a stupid fight that probably wasn’t worth the energy.

And what was worse, Justice thought he was the failure. That some idiot’s impulse made him the bad guy. He thought that if he couldn’t solve all the problems in the world by himself, it meant he wasn’t doing enough. That was the most unfair part of it, in Pride’s mind. Not even Justice was cutting himself any slack.

“Hey, Justice?” he said.

No response. He squeezed their hands. Nothing. He untangled his fingers and pinched his nose.

Justice twitched. “Hrmn?”

“Did you fall asleep?”

“Little bit. Feels nice.”

Pride grinned into his back, squeezing him around the middle. “I can get a bigger one for you.”

“Maybe later.” Justice pulled his leg up a little more. “I like this.”

Pride pushed his hips as close as he could. “Suit yourself.”

“Did you wake me up just to ask me that?”

“Uh—no, I had a thing.” Pride wasn’t sure how much sense he made, but he said it. “I know you want to fix people’s problems. And I know you feel like you didn’t do enough today, because you were only helping a little. But even if you never fix anyone’s problems, I still love you.”

“Thank you,” Justice said, softly. “I love you too.”

“And I totally would have killed the one who hit you if I was there.”

“No killing, we talked about this.”

“Fine—but I wouldn’t have let them touch you.”

Justice laughed under his breath. “Thanks, I think.”

“You’re welcome.” Pride was quiet for a moment, then added, “You know I’ll always protect you, right?”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“But I will.” He shifted onto all fours, keeping himself inside Justice the whole time. Pride brushed his cheek, under the very edge of the bruise. “I want to.”

Justice didn’t say anything. His mouth wobbled into a smile. His swollen eye leaked a single tear across the flat bridge of his nose. “Thank you,” he whispered.

Pride gently grabbed his chin and tilted his head for a kiss. He reached out to cup his neck, another bid to be closer. In response, Pride parted, pulled out, and rolled Justice onto his back. He pushed his knees back when he slid the strap back in, and Justice pulled him down for another kiss.

And for a while, that was all they did. Pride kissed him slowly and deeply, not moving an inch. Justice didn’t ask him to, either, content to warm him while they got lost in each other. The one thing that changed was the state of his mood. There was a faint whisper of lust in the air, and his cock was a bit more responsive.

Pride didn’t take any initiative. He kissed Justice, sucked his lip, mouthed a soft line down his neck and back again, but never made a thrust. It was hard not to think about, though. On his knees, with Justice’s legs splayed on either side of him, pressed against his hips, he did think about it. Very much.

“Pride?” Justice said, mid-kiss.

“Yeah?”

“Can I, uh.” He glanced away. “Can I have a bigger one now?”

Pride could not have agreed faster. He swapped the current dildo for a larger one, in both length and girth. When he came back to bed, Justice tasted of a lot more lust, and he was fully hard at last. Taking equal, if not greater, pleasure in it, Pride pushed his legs back and pushed in slow. Justice gasped hotly, scrabbling for the sheets. When it was buried to the hilt, he groaned. Pride leaned down close, kissing his ear.

“Is that what you wanted?” he purred.

“Yeah,” Justice breathed. “Yes.”

“Good.” He pulled back out. “Me too.”

Pride thrusted at last, and Justice whined beautifully for it. He swore to himself he was going to go slow, make it a tease, but that plan quickly fell apart. Before he knew it, Pride fucked into Justice deep and hard, and worked his cock for good measure.

“I’ll keep you safe,” he breathlessly swore. “I’ll protect you, I’ll make sure no one ever touches you again.”

Justice bucked his hips, whining and moaning. Pride caught his next noise in a kiss, breaking away enough to keep going.

“No one can touch you but me. You’re too good for everyone else, I’m gonna keep their filthy fucking hands off you, Justice, and I’ll make you feel so good.”

He nodded frantically. “P-Pride, I’m—”

Pride didn’t let him finish, landing a hard thrust to cut him off. “You’ll never get hurt again, I won’t let anyone ever, ever hurt you.”

A series of broken cries left Justice, then he jerked his hips and came. Pride rushed to shove his shirt up his chest to avoid staining it. He partly succeeded, some stripes flying further than he expected.

“Whoops,” he muttered.

Justice wheezed a laugh. “I was trying to tell you.”

“I was in the zone, okay?”

He laughed some more, and Pride scoffed about how he couldn’t have possibly known that’s what he was trying to say. In the end, Justice took his shirt off and let it sit in shame on the edge of the bed. Pride tried to pull out to clean up the rest of the mess, but Justice pressed his hips back in with his heels.

“A bit more,” he mumbled.

Pride happily obliged, leaning over to kiss him. “How are you feeling?”

“Better.” Justice smiled a real, happy smile. “Thanks to you.”

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