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Minos set the blade aside.
Blood soaked into his sheets but at this point he couldn't bring himself to mind it.
The incision was long, and deep, opening the angel's body down to his organs.
Laying his face against his stomach, he could almost be grateful he was holy. Otherwise he'd be too easy to kill, and they couldn't do this.
His tongue, one of several snaking, disgusting things, slipped under Gabriel's skin into his guts.
He heard him sigh as if he'd finally gotten comfortable.
If Minos could appreciate anything about how things turned out, it was his newfound dexterity.
The tongue, more a tentacle than anything, curled around an intestine.
Savoring the taste, he pulled it out into the open.
Under him, Gabriel tensed and squirmed, uselessly pushing his groin into his chest.
Blood trickled down his chin, and into his open face. It flowed a long time before it reached his throat and he could swallow.
He wished he had the teeth to bite into him. Take a piece of his skin and keep it. It was the least Gabriel could give him.
His thoughts skipped back to the blade at his side.
He could a cut piece out of him.
Perhaps later they could discuss it.
He took the organ into his "mouth", a mass of tongues cleaning it of blood until it only tasted like raw meat.
The overwhelming flavor of iron made him sick.
It was perfect. He considered it holy.
Under him, Gabriel continued hopelessly trying to get off.
He could hear his breathing, heavy and ragged.
He sat up off Gabriel's stomach, earning a soft whine.
Like this, impatient with his hands tied above him and bleeding into Minos's bed, he almost seemed sweet.
He sat down on him, straddling his waist. That alone, pressure over the injury, made him groan.
What came next made him writhe.
Minos leaned over him and sunk his dick into the incision. Warm and wet, it wasn't that different from anything else he'd fucked aside from angle.
Routine, he let Gabriel get used to the feeling before he started to move.
He kept one of his hands on his chest, holding him down so he wouldn't hurt himself squirming.
Kindly, he was gentle with him. He was unfamiliar with how much abuse an angel's organs could take.
It still looked like it hurt.
Gabriel's head thrown back, pressing his face into the side of his arm, every muscle constricted.
It made for a beautiful sight.
His breathing had turned high pitched and desperate.
The thought he could get off on this made up for the fact Minos couldn't fuck him as hard as he pleased.
The thought came a little late that an orgasm inside the incision could be bad for him.
He pulled off of him so he came just outside it.
For a moment he stayed on top of him, before untying his wrists and standing at the bedside.
His sheets were ruined.
He didn't really mind.