Sinful Intentions

However, he was anything but dead, and now he was back to resume his rightful place. Finally, he would make an end to that pitiful rule of Sevotharte. The Grand Minister had been remarkably displeased with his sudden appearance and would probably try anything to rid himself of the Inorganic Angel and gain his old power back.

But Rosiel didn't care. Sevotharte was nothing but a toy for him, an amusing pastime that was far too weak to harm him seriously. Though, he already had some nice ideas as to how he could humiliate the proud minister even more. That would be a lot of fun.

Rosiel chuckled softly at his thoughts and shifted into a more comfortable position, unsuccessfully trying to ignore the long repressed feelings that were welling up inside his nether regions.

It was true that even the holiest of angels could feel the forbidden carnal pleasures, which led them to lust after each other's touch now and then. And, at the moment, Rosiel felt himself becoming horny. Very horny. Even the mighty Inorganic Angel could not live hundreds of years in total abstinence, like he was forced to do during his captivity on earth.

However, Rosiel was still far away from being sleepy, and racking his brains would not help to get some sleep, nor would it help to release his pent-up sexual desire. So when he couldn't sleep anyhow, he could just as well get up and look for someone to satisfy his unsatisfied desire.

Translating his brilliant plan into action, the pretty angel got out of his bed and began to dress. He put on a thin, black silk shirt with long, transparent sleeves. His long, slender legs were covered by a lengthy matching skirt with thigh-high slashes. To complete his outfit, he wore high-heeled boots and black gloves.

After he was finished, Rosiel admired himself proudly in his large mirror. Yes, he looked irresistible, indeed. Surely there was no one that could resist such a beauty like him.

Soon after, he left his bedroom and disappeared into the dark, deserted corridors.

But to Rosiel's disappointment, it seemed Heaven was already consumed in deep slumber. No one, at this late hour, would be interested in him, even to fulfill his undying lust.

For a moment, he angrily considered going down to earth and picking up someone there, but soon decided that even the mere thought of that would be too desperate of an action, even for someone so unsatisfied and so desperate as himself. The mere thought of having sex with one of these unworthy humans disgusted him.

Well, if there was no one around that wanted to seize the unique opportunity of sleeping with the mightiest and most beautiful angel in Heaven, he would be full of resource. After all, masturbation wasn't a bad thing, was it?

Pouting, Rosiel already pondered giving up and going back to bed. But suddenly, his golden eyes caught a glimpse of light that came from one of the High Council's meeting rooms.

A wide grin spread across his feminine features, as he peeked through the slightly opened door and recognized the young angel that was sitting at the circular desk, working over a pile of documents.

Rosiel had found his prey, and what completely lovely and unsuspecting prey it was.

Carefully, as not to make a sound, Rosiel slipped inside the room. The short-haired boy didn't seem to notice Rosiel's presence, since he was still totally absorbed into his work. Trying his best to prevent himself from laughing about what he was going to do, Rosiel approached the other angel from behind to wrap his arms around his upper body all of a sudden, causing Katan to jump at the sudden unexpected touch and to gasp in surprise.

"My, my. Seems like you are quite hard-working tonight," Rosiel whispered into the cherub's ear, resting his head against Katan's shoulder.

Katan sighed in relief as he recognized the familiar voice and his breathing returned to its normal state as he recovered from the shock. "Rosiel-sama?" he asked. "Is there a special reason that you grace me so late with your presence? Can I help you with something?"

"Yes, there's indeed something I want you to do for me, my sweet Katan," Rosiel purred and took the fountain-pen from Katan's hand and moved it, along with his notes, carelessly aside. "Just follow me and you will see."

Without waiting for the cherub to respond, Rosiel grabbed his hand and led him out of the room.

Rosiel had gotten so horny at this point of time, he wouldn't have minded it to seduce the young angel on the spot. The only thing that kept him from ravishing the boy immediately was the risk of getting caught. In the worst case by Sevotharte himself. And this would let him become the laughing-stock in the entire vastness of Heaven. He couldn't risk putting a black mark on his record, even for indecent fornications. He would have to fulfill them elsewhere. So, Rosiel tried to ignore the aching heaviness between his thighs and hurried to his chambers, dragging the cherub behind him.

Katan didn't feel quite at his ease, but remained silent and followed his master obediently. Rosiel acted quite strangely tonight. To Katan he seemed a bit, well, hyperactive. It was also very unusual for Rosiel to be dressed up like this at such a late hour.

However, his thoughts were interrupted as they arrived at their destination, which Katan recognized as the Inorganic Angel's bedroom.

"Close your eyes, Katan," Rosiel commanded. He didn't want to waste any time sorting out a stupid excuse for his nightly visit, so he decided to just come to his point immediately.

Hesitating Katan did as he was told to. Although he couldn't see the small, wicked smile that played across Rosiel's lips, he could hear the faint clicking noise of the key, when the seraph locked the door to make sure that no one would interrupt what he had in store for Katan.

"R… Rosiel-sama. Wha… What are you doing?" Katan stammered nervously as Rosiel took his hand and guided him to his large bed, gently pushing him down to the comfort of his soft mattress. Shortly after that, he felt something soft and silky attached to his wrists, and his eyes flew open at the sensation of Rosiel's weight settling down on top of him.

His eyes went wide in fear and confusion as he saw that Rosiel had straddled his waist and bound his wrists together to the ornated bed-head with some blood-red silk scarves.

Finally realizing Rosiel's intentions, he opened his mouth to protest. Before he could say a single word, he was silenced by his dominant master's soft lips, which were pressed forcefully onto his own. Rosiel's slender fingers were tangled possessively into Katan's short, silvery hair as his tongue obtained easily access into the puzzled boy's mouth.

The seraph felt Katan tense as one of his hands slid eagerly between his struggling child's legs to rub him gently through his pants. He smirked triumphantly as he felt the growing response of Katan's body against his palm, who couldn't help but whimper into Rosiel's mouth at the sudden rush of pleasure.

"Ah, the delicious taste of innocence… It has been so long since the last time I got the opportunity to taste it," Rosiel murmured as their lips separated again, a small string of saliva connecting the tips of their tongues. Licking his lips in anticipation, Rosiel kissed his way down his captive's neck, feeling the quickened throb of Katan's pulse under his lips as he nipped delicately at his throat.

Rosiel was utterly delighted. Now Katan would be his to corrupt. His alone. He had wanted to seduce his lovely cherub and claim his virginity for a long time, but now the opportunity had come earlier than he would have expected.

"Rosiel-sama, please don't do this…" Katan begged and strained at the scarves as Rosiel ripped his shirt open, not bothering with undoing the buttons.

"Don't?" Rosiel asked, not being able to hide the amusement in his voice, as he gently cupped the, meanwhile clearly visible, bulge in his servant's pants. "This, my pretty Katan, says otherwise," he chuckled.

Rosiel wanted the boy badly and what Rosiel wanted, he always received. All that Katan needed was a little bit persuasion. "There's no need to be afraid, Katan. I will be gentle and make this very enjoyable for you. You are going to love it," Rosiel promised him.

"B… But…" Katan started as Rosiel fumbled at the buttons of his pants.

"Hush now, Katan. If you don't want it, why are you so hard then, hmm…?" Rosiel cooed, licking slowly over the cherub's quivering lips. "Come on now. Be a good boy and submit to me. I know that you yearn for me. Don't try and fight it. Surrender to your lust."

Timidly, Katan nodded, although he felt ashamed about the sinful act they were about to perform. But he had to admit that a part of him indeed liked what his master was doing to him. And besides that, the feeling of being completely helpless at this effeminate beauty's mercy was somehow highly arousing to him. After all, what choice did he have? Katan knew that Rosiel would have his way with him, whether he wanted or not.

"Good," Rosiel smirked. Things went easier than he had thought. Capturing Katan's lips again, he noted with satisfaction that the cherub was lightly kissing him back, hesitating and a bit awkward at first, but with growing passion.

Smiling, Rosiel lowered his head to nibble gently at the pale skin of his neck, before he moved further down to trail small, loving kisses over Katan's exposed chest.

Rosiel was already tempted to remove the scarves from Katan's wrists. There were certainly plenty of pleasurable things these hands could do to him, now that he had managed it to convince Katan to admit his own need. But on the other hand, he decided that he would maybe need them later, so he left them in place.

It didn't take long and Rosiel had stripped both of them down to nothing, enjoying the enticing feeling of flesh against flesh.

Kissing his way down the flat belly, he dipped his tongue briefly into the small, tempting crevice of Katan's navel, before he pushed his legs apart. Lowering his head, Rosiel began to gently lick and kiss the insides of his thighs, while his slender fingers lightly stroked up and down his hard length, causing Katan to squirm around and whimper helplessly at the pleasurable sensations. Rosiel found himself enjoying the sound of the younger angel's soft cries, as he finally encased the swollen organ gently in his hand and began kissing and licking at the sensitive tip, greedily lapping up the bittersweet liquid that was leaking from the tiny slit.

Katan reflexively thrust his hips up, arching towards the moist, velvety softness of his master's mouth that was surrounding him, but was soon held down by Rosiel to keep him from choking the older angel.

Very pleased with his son's reaction, Rosiel began sucking him, circling the tip with his tongue, and nibbling gently on the stiff flesh. The violet-haired beauty could hear Katan's breath catch in his throat, as he turned his gentle sucking into long, wet licks down the entire length. Moving lower, he traced his lips over the sensitive scrotum, eliciting another gasp of pleasure from Katan.

Taking again hold of his subordinate's slender legs, Rosiel spread him further apart for better access to the next act.

Katan gave a small, surprised cry as his master's warm, wet tongue flicked delicately against his virgin rosebud.

Smiling, Rosiel began to lick him, caressing him in the most intimate way that was possible, and after a little while, he even managed it to slip his tongue inside, practically making love to Katan with the pink muscle.

Rosiel continued until he was sure that his lover was slick enough. Then he got up and positioned himself between Katan's thighs, causing the bound angel to whimper quietly at the sudden loss of stimulation.

Rosiel felt himself getting even harder, as if that were actually possible, at the sight that was presented to him.

A fine film of sweat was covering the young cherub's shivering body, his silky hair was clinging to his forehead. His cheeks were flushed in lust and shame, and his breath was coming in short, little pants. To much of Rosiel's satisfaction, Katan's half-lidded eyes were brimming with tears from all the pleasure he had just received. Altogether, it looked to Rosiel like Katan's body was just begging to be kissed, licked, stroked, and just basically screwed senseless. And Rosiel would gladly comply to that request.

Rosiel covered Katan's sweet mouth again with his own, distracting the younger angel with a long, heated kiss, and used the opportunity to enter him quickly, burying his neglected, painfully throbbing arousal to the hilt into the cherub's body in a single thrust.

Katan wrenched his head out from the kiss as a pain-filled gasp escaped his lips. The sudden, painful intrusion caused his inner muscles, unaccustomed to allowing entrance to anything, to clench down on Rosiel.

"Shhh… My poor darling," Rosiel panted, kissing away Katan's tears that had spilled over and trickled down his cheeks in little rivulets. "I know it hurts in the beginning, but that won't last long. Just relax and it will feel good soon."

Katan was so tight, so hot. Rosiel was barely able to contain himself from just taking the cherub roughly, but forced himself to stay still until Katan had adjusted to the new sensation of being so intimately connected to his master, before he started to move.

Not being able to hold back anymore, Rosiel moaned loudly, lost in shameless pleasure, enjoying the wonderful, virgin tightness that surrounded him. Angling his thrusts, he searched for his son's sweet spot. A smug smirk spread over his face as a loud, wanton moan from Katan told him that he had found it.

Now Rosiel began seriously pounding into the angel beneath him, hitting the spot again and again. One of his hands snaked between Katan's thighs to grasp his hardness and stroke him in time with the movements of their hips.

It didn't take long until Rosiel sensed the cherub's approaching climax and crushed his lips onto Katan's in a bruising kiss, swallowing the sobbed cry of his name that escaped from the younger angel as his climax hit him.

Rosiel followed only a few moments later. Throwing his head back, he cried out his release and dug his long fingernails harshly into Katan's skin as the sudden tightening of the cherub's ring of muscles milked his aching member into orgasm.

Panting, Rosiel rolled off his spent lover and for a moment, he just lay there to come down from his height. After he had finally regained enough strength to move again, he untied Katan's wrists and laid a tender kiss apologetically upon the reddened and raw skin there.

"Look, what a mess you've made," Rosiel reproved his no longer virgin son affectionately, as he held up his hand, which was covered with the evidence of Katan's release. Smiling, he began to lick the cherub's milky seed from his fingers and placed his lips onto Katan's, giving the dazed angel a taste of himself.

Yawning, Rosiel took the already half-asleep boy into his arms and cradled him gently in his embrace. "Well?" he chuckled lasciviously. "What about using some toys and a blindfold next time, my darling?"

Katan gave a faint nod before they both drifted off to sleep.

~ End ~