Angels & Demons 2: Black Sheep by Auburnimp

Heat Rating: Fire

Content Warnings: GLBT-homoerotica, Happy for Now Ending (eight book series).

Is Andriel betrayer, turncoat or innocent victim?

Andriel opened the door to his home and was pleased to note that the fire still burned, warming the house. He stood aside to allow the demon Prince in and shut the door behind them, keeping the bitter cold out.

He glanced at the demon, and wondered if he was only making things worse for himself. No matter. He needed this, needed the hated sexual act to drive thoughts of Lucifer's strong, firm body from his mind.

Yet he hesitated to take that final step and glanced sideways at the Prince of Lust. "Would you like a hot drink?" he asked, sounding pathetic even to his own ears.

Tobias chuckled. "Do you really think I came all the way here for hot chocolate and a cosy chat?"

He glanced around the simply furnished room and smirked. "You're right, the house is warm, but that's about all I can say in its favour. Where's your bedroom?"

Andriel swallowed hard on the lump blocking his throat. "Through there," he said, indicating a door opposite the blazing fire.

Tobias strode towards it and flung it open. He made a sound of derision. "Oh for crying out loud, Andriel, what are you, a monk?"

Andriel followed him. "The bed's big enough for me."

The demon snorted. "I'm going to be surprised if you don't wear a cilice!"

Andriel shook his head. He hadn't gone as far as wearing a cilice or hair shirt, at least not yet.

Tobias moved further into his stark, comfortless bedroom and motioned for him to follow.

He did so, slowly, suddenly afraid of the power radiating off of the attractive, auburn-haired demon. Tobias would know every last detail of inflicting either pain or pleasure and the thought gave Andriel pause. This hadn't been one of his better ideas. He inched towards the door, wanting to be out of this room and away from that dreadful power.

Tobias had other ideas however, and he found himself grabbed and thrown across the bed. The demon produced some cord from Heaven knew where and grabbed Andriel's wrists. He bound them together then tied them to the slatted headboard.

Andriel shivered as his shoes and pants were removed with consummate ease, leaving him exposed to Tobias' cold gaze. The demon smirked and ripped Andriel's shirt apart before flipping him over onto his front. Andriel shuddered in fear as he waited for what might happen next.

Tobias crouched by the bed to whisper in his ear. "Just remember, Andriel, you were the one who wanted this." He held up a small whip where Andriel could see it. "You wanted to be punished after all."