Page 11 of Conquest (The Four Horsemen #1)

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Raziel stroked his fingers over the scarred skin of Conquest’s shoulder, watching as the water of the shower trickled over them and down Conquest’s muscled chest. “Does it hurt?”

“No.”

It looked like it hurt. Raziel knew for sure that he never again wanted to witness the kind of horror he had seen during that fight. When the barrier Conquest had surrounded him with had dropped, Raziel had never been more terrified in his life. And then the dog…hound… thing…

Raziel’s stomach churned uncomfortably and he wrapped his arms around himself. He had melted it and he still didn’t even know what he’d done. The damage had been horrific and he’d been the one to do it. He didn’t know what that said about him, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. Conquest was right. The question wasn’t even who was he, it was what was he. Angels didn’t have Gifts like that. They never had.

Raziel’s chin was gently nudged up so that he was looking into Conquest’s handsome face.

“What is it?” Conquest asked.

Raziel shook his head.

“Raziel.” The command was gentle, but firm. “Tell me.”

“I-how did I-who am I?”

“An excellent question.” Conquest pressed his lips against Raziel’s briefly. “We’ll find out. Even if I have to pry it from Diablo’s scheming fingers.”

Raziel shuddered. Lucifer had been terrifying and every second in his presence had been stifling. Conquest was powerful but he wasn’t overwhelming, not in the way Lucifer had been. It was as though the King of Demons had wanted to make people uncomfortable, and pushed his power outward deliberately to do so. Conquest didn’t need to display those kinds of parlor tricks.

“Don’t worry about Diablo,” Conquest said, reading Raziel like a book. “I won’t say his bark is worse than his bite, because he’s a rabid dog. But I won’t allow anything to happen to you.”

Raziel wanted to believe that it was because Conquest cared, but he knew that wasn’t it. As much as he wished he could bask in that belief, bask in a world where the Horseman looked at him like he mattered, it was too surreal. He’d never mattered to anyone before, and he never would.

His gaze drifted downward, to a part of Conquest that he had been avoiding. Conquest had only undressed himself when Raziel was naked and already in the shower, so he had been able to keep his eyes above the waist. But now he let his eyes trail further down to where the trail of soft hair ended.

His mouth went dry as he stared. He couldn’t help it. It was in proportion to the man himself, so it was big. And hard, jutting out, begging for attention.

“Do you want to touch?”

Raziel’s eyes darted to Conquest’s, his lips parting. Touch it?

Conquest reached up, twisting his arms until he could grip the top of the glass shower wall behind him. His chest muscles flexed with the movement, skin rippling over the sharp cuts and angles. Droplets of water carved a path down his torso, through the dips and curves.

Raziel wet his lips, riveted by the water’s movements. What would it feel like, taste like, to follow it down with his tongue? One drop caught on Conquest’s nipple and Raziel leaned up to lick it off, unable to help himself. He suckled on the small bud, his eyes fluttering closed.

“Your teeth.”

Raziel pulled away, his gaze returning to Conquest’s heavy-lidded eyes.

“Take it between your teeth.”

Raziel curled his fingers against Conquest’s chest as he took the nipple back into his mouth, rolling the nub between his teeth. Desire pooled within Raziel, a dark heat that started from his stomach and made its way to his groin.

A hand threaded into his hair and guided him to the other nipple. Raziel latched on immediately.

Conquest groaned. “Put your hands on me.”

Raziel panted softly as he looked down at the hard cock pressing against his stomach. It was circumcised and curved upward, the large mushroomed head red and angry, pre-cum glistening from the top. Rocking back onto his heels Raziel tentatively pressed a few fingertips to the head.

“Wrap your hand around it.”

It was warmer than Raziel had imagined it would be, considering how cold Conquest’s skin always was. And silkier. The shaft was so thick that he couldn’t reach all the way around it with one hand, and why that made his own dick twitch he had no idea.

“Tighter. And move it up and down, nice and slow.”

Raziel bit his bottom lip as his palm easily slid over the silky length.

Conquest pressed a thumb against where Raziel was biting and traced across the abused flesh.

“Both hands. Squeeze at the top, then down. Mm, yeah, just like that.” Conquest pushed his thumb into Raziel’s mouth. “Suck.”

Raziel tried his best to keep stroking Conquest but he was getting distracted by sucking on him, his thumb stimulating Raziel’s mouth in a way that was incredibly arousing.

The fingers against his scalp tightened, pulling his hair. “You like that? Want to put your pretty mouth around my dick?”

Raziel moaned. What would it feel like in his mouth? He did want to put his mouth around it, so much.

Conquest’s thumb slipped from Raziel’s mouth and he tried to follow it. Conquest curled his hand around Raziel’s neck and pushed him down until his lips met the tip of his dick.

Raziel licked the substance leaking from the top. It was salty, musky and just a little sweet. He mouthed the head, licking up more of it hungrily.

Conquest pressed down on the back of his head, forcing himself into Raziel’s mouth until the head hit the back of his throat. “Fuck,” Conquest groaned, his voice thick and low. “Your mouth was made for cock sucking.”

Spit dribbled from Raziel’s mouth as he choked but Conquest held on, not allowing him to pull away.

“That’s it, choke on it. Take all of it.” Each word was punctuated with a low thrust of his hips, pushing further into Raziel. “Made for this. Made for me,” Conquest said roughly.

Raziel couldn’t do anything but hold tightly to Conquest’s hips as Conquest drove into him. He felt so full, in a way that made him dizzy and his own dick ache. He loved how heavy Conquest felt in his mouth, how he tasted. He curled his tongue around Conquest every time he pushed back in, trying to get more of the feel and taste of him.

Conquest sped up, pushing impossibly deep, Raziel gagging around him. “Look at you. You’re a fucking mess.” He pushed his thumbs into Raziel’s mouth on either side of his dick. “I’m going to shoot my load down your throat and I expect you to swallow all of it,” Conquest told him.

Raziel could only moan to show how much the command excited him.

Keeping his thumbs where they were, Conquest used his fingers to grip Raziel’s jaw as his thrusts became borderline brutal. Until he bellowed and gave one last long push. Warm liquid filled Raziel’s mouth and he made sure to swallow every drop, loving the way it tasted, the way he was almost drowning in it.

Raziel suckled the head, milking Conquest, wanting more.

“You were born to be between my legs.” Conquest bent and kissed him. It was a gentle kiss, lingering and sweet. Raziel leaned into the Horseman, opening his mouth for more.

Conquest let out a deep groan. He turned Raziel and pushed him against the glass, crushing their bodies together. He deepened the kiss, mapping the inside of Raziel’s mouth with his tongue. He wondered if Conquest could taste himself in Raziel’s mouth.

Raziel softened, letting Conquest take what he wanted.

Conquest licked across Raziel’s bottom lip, nipping it lightly. He shifted and bit a path down over Raziel’s shoulder and chest, soothing the abused skin with strokes of his tongue. Raziel couldn’t help the soft mewling sounds he made as Conquest devoured him like his own personal buffet. When Conquest gracefully dropped to his knees, he was still almost as tall as Raziel.

Raziel scrambled to grip behind himself when Conquest suddenly lifted him off the floor and he found himself with his legs draped over Conquest’s shoulders. Raziel’s erection was now face level, and Conquest blew on the tip, causing it to jump. Raziel’s heart stuttered, his fingers sliding on the glass.

“So responsive,” Conquest said, with a wicked grin. He suckled the tip and Raziel cried out. He felt like he was on fire, every part of him so attuned to the obscene way Conquest was licking his slit.

A disappointed sigh left Raziel’s lips when he slipped from Conquest’s lips. His erection slapped back against his stomach, leaving a wet spot. He stared into Conquest’s eyes, fascinated with the way they seemed to turn into molten metal whenever he was feeling a strong emotion.

“You’re mine,” Conquest said, his voice deep and aggressive in a way that sent a shiver down Raziel’s spine. “ Mine.” He swallowed Raziel to the hilt, his nose tickling the soft skin at the root of him.

“ Oh.” It was-it was. “Please,” he begged, not even knowing what he was asking for. His head fell back against the glass with a crack that would have been painful under any other circumstances. At this point the building could have been falling down around them and he wouldn’t have cared.

It felt so unbelievably good that it had to be a sin, right?

Conquest let him go with a pop. “I own you, Raziel.” He bit into the soft, sensitive flesh of Raziel’s inner thigh and Raziel’s entire body twitched. “Every inch of you is mine, and I can do whatever I want to you. No-one else.”

“No-one,” Raziel agreed, not entirely certain what he was agreeing to but not caring. He just wanted Conquest to keep touching him.

Conquest sucked him back down and Raziel curled his fingers into Conquest’s hair, gripping so tight his fingers went white. He squirmed and babbled incoherently from the overload of sensation as Conquest bobbed up and down his shaft rapidly.

Raziel could feel something building up inside him, a tightening that centered around Conquest. “Please, please. Conquest.” He repeated the words like a mantra, a personal prayer. He knew he needed whatever his body reached for, desperately. He wanted to watch the way Conquest was sucking him down but he couldn’t make himself open his eyes, too overwhelmed.

Large hands kneaded his ass cheeks and pulled them apart. He inhaled sharply and his back arched when a finger brushed against his hole. His toes curled into the muscles of Conquest’s back as he unconsciously clenched his ass, his hole quivering.

“Wha-what are you doing?”

“ All of you belongs to me.” Conquest’s finger circled the sensitive muscles of his hole. “I’m going to bury myself in this tight channel soon. I’ll be the first, and the only.”

Raziel could only nod. He had no idea how Conquest would fit but he wanted it. As stupid as it would be to give everything up to this Immortal, Raziel wanted to. He wanted to be owned by someone as powerful as Conquest, wanted to feel protected and cherished and wanted.

The tip of a finger pressed inside Raziel and he exploded. Color burst behind his eyelids, jolts of pleasure overtaking his nervous system as tension bled from the inside. He emptied himself into Conquest’s hot mouth. He quivered as Conquest sucked him dry.

Conquest stood, maneuvering Raziel’s limp body like he was a toy until he was being carried bridal style out of the shower. His skin tingled when Conquest used his energy, rather than a towel, to dry them both. There was something intimate about the feel of the power that was pure Conquest, like Conquest was the one touching him, inside and out.

When he was softly deposited under the covers of the bed his eyes lazily opened. He blinked at Conquest, who was kneeling with one knee on the edge of the mattress. The Horseman’s hair was disheveled, still sticking up at different angles from when Raziel was pulling on it. His eyes held an intensity to them that Raziel had never seen before. It made him feel warm on the inside.

He reached for Conquest when he went to stand. “Stay,” Raziel said softly.

Conquest hesitated.

“Please.”

Conquest slid in beside him, and Raziel turned, curling into his cold chest. He snuggled his cheek against the firm skin as Conquest’s arms circled him, pulling him in tighter. Despite the fact that as an Angel he didn’t need sleep, his eyes drifted closed and he fell into a deep and peaceful slumber.

* * *

Conquest checked his watch, scowling. War was fucking late.

“Want one?”

Conquest eyed the butter tart that Raziel held up to him. “No.” He stretched his legs out underneath the table in the alfresco dining section of the café they were currently sitting at in Ottawa, Canada.

Raziel merely shrugged and took a large bite, some of the filling dripping down his chin. He thumbed it off and sucked it into his mouth before resuming his feast. He closed his eyes in delight as he chewed.

Conquest shifted uncomfortably, his pants tightening. He glanced around and confirmed that War hadn’t yet joined them.

Raziel cried out in alarm as Conquest tugged him onto his lap. Conquest gripped the Angel’s hips and ground him down onto his hard dick. Fuck, that was good.

Raziel squeaked and the tart in his hand dropped as he scrambled for something to hold onto. That something ended up being Conquest’s suit jacket, leaving sticky fingerprints in his wake.

Conquest couldn’t give a shit. He grabbed the collar of Raziel’s t-shirt and pulled him into a hard, unyielding kiss. He used his grip on Raziel to urgently rock against the crease of Raziel’s ass.

“Move your hips, rub yourself on me,” Conquest demanded, his voice hoarse with need. He slanted his lips back over Raziel’s. Everything about this Angel turned him on; his innocence, those wide ridiculous blue eyes, those plump luscious lips. He wanted to keep Raziel on his knees, just waiting to wrap himself around Conquest’s dick, waiting for Conquest to fuck his face. He had been sloppy and uncoordinated when he’d sucked Conquest off yesterday but fuck if that hadn’t made it so much hotter. He was untouched, virginal, and he belonged to Conquest, which meant no-one else would touch unless Conquest allowed it.

And he would never allow it.

“Should I wait, or come back?”

Conquest kissed Raziel a moment longer, easing it into something gentler, less frantic. He pulled away and admired his handiwork; Raziel was breathing heavy, his eyes glazed over and his lips glistening with their combined saliva.

Fuck War and his bullshit timing. Conquest wanted to bend Raziel over his table and fuck him until he was a broken mess of lust, until all the Angel could do was beg for more.

“I’m enjoying the show, don’t get me wrong,” War said.

Conquest lifted Raziel onto his feet and stood, towering over his small frame.

“You’re late.” If it was because he was getting up to no good with Famine and his creepy fucking pet, Conquest would lose his shit. For a spider, Paul was such a fucking sheep and War dragged him into some bullshit.

“I was busy, fuckin’ sue me,” War said.

Raziel squirmed out of Conquest’s grip and sat back down at the table and went back to eating. He wiggled to his own tune and hummed under his breath as he chewed.

Conquest eyed War’s outfit with disdain. The idiot was wearing a bright red hoodie that looked three sizes too big for him - which was an impressive feat considering he was a giant - with an American University logo emblazoned across his chest and baggy dark blue jeans paired with ridiculous white sneakers. He looked like a frat boy tourist. The dark brown Viking braid that came over his shoulder and down onto his chest, and the large brown duffel bag he carried in one hand, looked out of place. As did the splattering of a deep red and green just below the University logo.

Conquest scowled. “Is that blood?” he asked.

“Yeah, a serpent and a hound ambushed me in the fog.”

“ In the fog?” Fucking hell, that was getting desperate. It had been two days since the Fallen Angels had ambushed them and it didn’t look like Diablo was willing to let whatever was up his ass go.

War clicked his tongue at Raziel, who froze with a piece of fried pastry hanging out of his mouth. “Whatever Luci’s deal is, he wants your Angel badly.” He dumped the bag onto the table. “All the goodies your black heart desires.”

Raziel yelped and pulled his plate of pastries to safety, cradling it carefully.

“He can find his own toys. Did you get everything?” Conquest asked.

“Did you doubt me?”

“Frequently.”

“That last incident wasn’t me. Famine was bringing the goods,” War argued. “I was backup, and only there for fucking-shit-up duty.”

“You were told to bring the hostages.”

“I was asked. I said no.” War folded his arms over his chest. “Paul had already eaten one, if you recall.”

Conquest shuddered. Logically, he knew it wasn’t Paul’s fault how he fed on things, but Conquest did not appreciate having to deal with the carcasses left behind. The one time War had left one hanging in Conquest’s room hadn’t been a good day for anyone involved. “Don’t try and blame your bad habits on the spider.”

“Insect.”

“It’s a fucking spider.” Conquest rubbed his forehead. “Whatever, I don’t give a fuck. Did you get everything, or not?”

War rolled his eyes dramatically. “It’s all set. Famine sent in his creepy crawlies and the guy we want will be there within the hour. We just have to set up and boom , light show.”

The man they were targeting was a high-level politician who was making a lot of appearances in the media, advocating for peace and strengthening the Canadian ties to the American government. In reality, he was a piece of shit who was using his ties to both governments to profit from his underworld pursuits.

Conquest enjoyed when his goals merged with his desire to purge the scum from the world. The man would end up dead, and the alliance between Canada and America would begin to crumble. Not to mention War would feed his incessant need to blow shit up. Famine and Death would be pleased. After War had destroyed their house in one particularly spectacular incident, he had been banned from playing with his explosives, or his Power, in the house, or on the island it was built on. He had been forced to find a new space to feed that particular habit.

“The schematics?”

“Yeah, got ‘em right here.” War conjured a large roll of paper and handed it over. “Famine said that if we use the West entrance and plug it somewhere close to a structural pillar, the whole building should fall like dominoes.”

Conquest hefted the bag over his shoulder and gripped Raziel’s upper arm, tugging him from his chair.

“Wait, I’m not finished,” Raziel protested, his mouth stuffed with food.

“You can have more afterwards.”

Raziel sulked, looking at the food still left on his plate.

For fuck’s sake. “Get a container and bring them with you. Hurry up.”

War laughed loudly as Raziel scurried inside. “That Angel has you wrapped around his little finger.”

“Fuck off.”

“You sure about keeping him? Whatever leverage you and Famine think that you can gain from him, I don’t think the Angels are playing your game. And Diablo wants him something fierce. Why don’t you just hand him over and call it a day?”

“Hand him over to who exactly?” Conquest said mildly, already knowing he wouldn’t be handing Raziel over to anyone. He belonged to Conquest until Conquest said otherwise. Anyone who wanted to test that would die, painfully.

War studied his face before shrugging. “All right, man. You want him, you got him. We’ve got your back.”

Raziel came out with a small plastic container and carefully placed his pastries inside, a pleased smile on his face.

“Ready now?” Conquest asked.

Raziel nodded happily. He carried his prize in one hand as he followed behind Conquest and War.

Conquest ignored the amused look War shot him. If he kept it up Conquest was going to punch him.

They paused at the side of a clothing store close to their destination. Conquest dropped the bag, crouched and unzipped it. He rifled through the various parts War had brought with him. Once he was satisfied everything he needed was there, Conquest stood and picked up the bag by its straps. “I’ll go in.” Conquest pointed at War, but he spoke to Raziel. “Stay with him. Not one foot away. If something happens, get behind him and do exactly what he says.”

War wrapped an arm around a stunned Raziel, pulling him up against his giant frame. “Don’t worry, little Angel, I’ll keep you safe.”

Raziel struggled against War’s hold. War grinned at the futile effort, but let him go with a roll of his eyes when Conquest glared at him.

Raziel jerked forward and grabbed at Conquest’s jacket sleeve with both hands. “Where are you going? Why can’t I come with you?”

“I don’t need a distraction. Stay with War.”

“We’re blowing up the American embassy,” War said gleefully.

Raziel’s jaw dropped open. “But there are innocent people in there!”

Conquest and War exchanged a look. “Yeah?” Conquest said slowly. Of course there were innocents in there. “That’s the point.”

“You can’t just do that!”

“And why not?” War asked, with a smirk. “Ever done it? Nothing gives you a thrill quite like it.”

Raziel looked to Conquest, his eyes wide and conflicted, the line of his slim shoulders rounded. The pure innocence of him shone through, and Conquest wished it weren’t quite so alluring.

He tugged on a strand of Raziel’s hair. “They aren’t the first, and they won’t be last to die in this conflict.”

“There has to be another way.”

“Con, we have to go,” War urged. “This window of opportunity will only last so long.”

Raziel took hold of Conquest’s hand before he could move away, his gaze pleading.

“Oh, here we go,” War muttered.

“Shut the fuck up,” Conquest said. Fucking hell. Who really gave a shit if the Angel didn’t like something he did? He was there for Conquest’s use, and that was all. He served no other purposes and his feelings on the matter wouldn’t influence anything. “ Look, if we blow up a vehicle nearby then the building will be evacuated. You get the guy we need and tie him up inside. If you can use your flames to weaken key structural points, I can fold it in on him.” They didn’t have enough parts with them to make two bombs, and they needed it to look like a human had created the damage. Conquest wasn’t interested in coming back here later and they were running out of time, regardless. They would make do.

“Want me to neuter you while I’m at it?”

Conquest took a single, menacing step forward. There was about to be more blood on War’s stupid fucking outfit.

War backed up, holding his hands in surrender. “Chill, dude. Your job, your call. I’ll go get the target and get the building ready for you; you find what you want to wreck, I’ll meet you there.”

War stalked away, tense and stilted. He was pissed, but once he got to set off some fireworks he’d be fine. Fire shows always helped him cool down. And someone was going to die, so there was that too.

“Thank you.”

Conquest refused to respond to the quiet words. He wasn’t doing it for Raziel. The new plan would work just as well, if not better. That was the only reason he had changed it.

He and Raziel walked straight past the guards at the gated entrance to the Embassy unnoticed. They found a large black Hummer in the parking area.

Perfect.

Conquest dropped the duffel on the hood of the Hummer and unzipped it. “Hold this,” he said, shoving a stack of wires at Raziel. He waited until the Angel had taken a shaky hold of them before releasing his own grip on them.

“Okay, the asshole is locked up nice and tight, ready for massacre,” War said cheerfully, appearing beside them.

Raziel squeaked in surprise and moved quickly so that Conquest was between him and War.

“The broken nose was not my doing, but the tripping bit was me, I will confess,” War said, not sounding sorry at all.

Conquest pulled out the casing, power source and charge, leaving the detonator in the bag, and spread them over the surface of the hood. He pulled wires from Raziel’s stack one by one, rigging them in place as he pieced the explosive together.

“Wait, you’re doing it wrong.” War ruffled Raziel’s hair, ignored the Angel’s scowl, and grabbed their main charge - a landmine - from Conquest’s hand. “If you put it here, it will ignite better. And use these two wires, here and here. If I pump it with some of my flames it will set up a bigger chain reaction, too.”

Conquest narrowed his eyes at the setup War had constructed. “Yeah, and if you do that we’ll blow up the whole goddamn city.” He sighed. “For fuck’s sake, War, we’re just after the building.”

“A whole city would cause a way better reaction,” War said, utterly unrepentant.

“Building. Only,” Conquest said through gritted teeth. “You want to blow up a fucking city? Do it when it’s your turn.”

“Bitch, bitch,” War muttered. “ Fine. But I am officially disagreeing with your decision.”

“Noted.” He shoved War away from the explosives. “Let me finish in peace.”

“You’re such a killjoy.”

“Get the car open while I do this,” Conquest said. He pulled out the wires War had placed, and reset everything to ensure the explosion was only the size they needed it.

War pressed his hand against the lock of the driver’s side door and melted it, before swinging it open. He bent inside and yanked out the wiring under the steering wheel.

“Should we maybe hurry up?” Raziel whispered. His gaze was darting between the cars surrounding them, his delicate features tight.

“They can’t see us, Raz, remember? Stress less.” War’s voice was muffled but easily understood.

“We’re almost done,” Conquest assured the Angel. He pulled the detonator out of the bag and handed his completed bomb to War, who positioned it in the spot he had made in the car.

They moved far enough away from the building that they wouldn’t be caught in either blast, but close enough that War could still enjoy the fruits of their labor.

Conquest pressed the detonator and the Hummer exploded almost instantaneously. He lifted a hand and raised a quick energy shield to stop debris from hitting Raziel.

A piercing alarm sounded throughout the building in response.

“Yes!” War cheered. “That’s what I’m fuckin’ talkin’ about!”

The sound of sirens in the distance grew louder as dozens of people began to flood out of the building. Their panic was palpable.

Raziel pressed his face into Conquest’s chest, his hands burrowing under Conquest’s shirt to press against his cold skin. Conquest absently stroked his Angel’s hair as they waited.

Once he sensed that only his target remained in the building, Conquest closed his eyes and concentrated. His energy flowed from his crown, and across the concrete parking lot. It made its way through the embassy, finding the charred areas that War had left for him. The tendrils wrapped around the weak spots and with a tug of his hand, the entire building collapsed in on itself with a deafening roar.

Raziel tightened his grip on Conquest.

“It’s all right, it’s over now,” Conquest soothed, stroking his hair again. Raziel nodded, but didn’t move away from Conquest’s embrace.

“That was a thing of beauty,” War declared. He winked at Conquest and slapped Raziel on the back. “You did good, Raz.”

Feud stepped out of the fog, flames licking across her body, and stopped beside her rider. She dipped her head in greeting at Conquest and after dousing her flames nudged her nose against Raziel’s ear, sniffing him.

Raziel slowly released his grip on Conquest and came out of his hiding spot to greet War’s horse. He scratched up to her forehead and behind her ear, while she rubbed her nose against his face and neck.

War mounted her gracefully, taking hold of the reins and setting them on fire at the same time. “Let’s do it again sometime.”

“Do we have to do that again?” Raziel asked quietly, once War and his mare were gone.

“No.” Not at this point, anyway. The few stops he had to make now were to influence people, not kill them. He might consider leaving Raziel with Famine the next time he and War had to get violent.

Conquest summoned Victory, and waited while Raziel awkwardly climbed up onto her. If he used some of his energy to help him, well, Raziel didn’t need to know that.

Conquest gave her a scratch before he hiked himself up behind Raziel, one hand holding the reins and the other sliding around Raziel’s waist. “Let’s go.”

* * *

Conquest hurried to War’s side, his glaive hanging loosely at his side.

“I can’t say I’m sorry to see the end of him,” War said glumly, looking to where Conquest knew Abaddon’s lifeless body was spread out. His breath hitched and his face morphed into a pained expression.

“What is-” Conquest followed his gaze. Uriel was defending someone on the ground, killing Demons like flies. The someone was Raphael, desperately crouched over Michael, who was very clearly gone.

Fucking hell. Who had killed an Archangel? It hadn’t been Conquest. By War’s horrified gaze it hadn’t been him either.

Conquest gripped his elbow. “War, come on.” They had to leave. Michael might have been gone, but the Angels were still victorious this day. If they didn’t leave now, they would be joining the Archangel of Kindness.

The Demons had begun to retreat, dragging Angels and mortals alike below with them. Conquest turned his head left and right, searching for Famine and Death.

Death’s scythe caught his eye, spinning in the air, powering a barrier between the Angels and Demons fighting, and the two Horsemen behind it. Famine was propped up on Death’s legs, more blood than skin showing. His eyes were closed and he was deathly still. Death had both arms upright, one held out to the left and controlling his scythe, the other to the right holding up a portal through the fog.

Conquest kept looking. Where the fuck was Diablo? There was no way he would have fled, not with Famine looking the way he was.

Between Conquest and War, they made short work of all that stood in their way as they made their way across the battlefield to their brethren.

Their horses…they were all gone. Conquest knew they would resurrect in a few years, but the time between would be damaging for all of them. He already felt the missing presence of Victory like a lost limb.

Once they made it safely across, Conquest knelt in front of Famine and checked his pulse. It was weak, but there.

“Where the fuck is Diablo?” War spat.

He helped Conquest get Famine on his feet.

“I don’t know. He was gone when I got to Famine,” Death said.

“He just left him like this?” War exclaimed.

“No,” Famine said weakly. “Help.”

Conquest pressed his shoulder to Famine’s armpit, supporting him. “Time to go, Fam.”

“No, he needs help,” Famine croaked.

“I’m sorry, but we can’t,” Death said. “We need to leave now.” He turned his gaze to Conquest. “If we don’t get Famine home, we’ll lose him.”

They ignored Famine’s protests as they hurried into the fog and away from the chaos surrounding them.

Conquest gripped the arm of the sofa as he jolted into a waking state. Fucking hell, why had he been getting these nightmares lately? They pulled him under and forced him to relive them. He was sure they had a purpose. What that purpose was, he had no idea. He’d rather they just fuck off.

A snuffled snort had him turning his head to the side. Raziel was curled around a cushion, curled into an almost perfect ball. He was wearing ridiculous winter pajamas that were rainbow striped. It shouldn’t have been endearing, in any way, shape or form. But that innocence... It was like a drug to Conquest.

Conquest moved into a kneeling position and placed a hand on Raziel’s hip, just above the curve of his delectable ass. Raziel shifted, but didn’t wake as Conquest took the cushion away and stretched Raziel’s legs out before slowly pulling his pants down to reveal the smooth milky skin underneath.

He kissed the tender skin of Raziel’s hip, nipping and sucking as Raziel woke. He pressed a hand against Raziel’s chest to stop him from getting up.

“Conq- ah!” he cried out as Conquest swallowed his dick in one go.

Conquest worked it over until it was nice and hard in his mouth. He pressed a finger against Raziel’s hole, imagined the way it would spread around his dick. It throbbed in anticipation. “I’m going to fuck this ass,” he whispered hoarsely. “No-one else will ever touch you like this, do you understand?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Do you want me to eat you out? Do you want my tongue deep in your ass?” Conquest flipped Raziel onto his stomach. He gripped the Angel’s hips and used his hands to prop his ass in the air.

“I don’t know?” Raziel moaned low when Conquest gripped an ass cheek, digging his nails into the supple flesh.

“Say yes.” Conquest spread Raziel’s cheeks wide, his hole on display for Conquest’s viewing pleasure. He stroked a finger over it and it quivered under his touch. So sensitive.

“ Yes.”

Conquest dove in. He twirled his tongue around the muscles, before pushing his tongue inside, over and over, mimicking the way his dick was going to enjoy it soon. He stroked Raziel’s dick in time with his tongue. Raziel squirmed beneath him, small cries of pleasure falling from his lips. He lifted his ass, pushing it against Conquest’s face. Conquest renewed his efforts, eating Raziel like a man starving. And he was. He rarely did this to partners, didn’t trust where a Demon had been before. But it was an act he enjoyed.

Raziel was untouched. Raziel was his alone, the first and only.

He pulled away, admiring his handiwork. Raziel’s rim was wet with saliva and pulsing, just begging for Conquest to stick something in there. He spat and used the saliva as he pushed a single finger inside. He groaned as the tight heat squeezed around his digit. Fuck, that was going to feel amazing around his dick.

Conquest flipped Raziel back onto his back, and pulled his hips so that the Angel’s ass was flush with Conquest’s thighs. Raziel had a dazed, blissed out look on his face, his eyes half-lidded and his mouth hanging open.

Conquest spat into Raziel’s open mouth, and then kissed him, tangling their tongues together. He kissed Raziel’s chin, along his neck, down his throat. He wrapped an arm around Raziel’s back and arched him up as he claimed a nipple. He teased it until Raziel was writhing underneath him, making desperate mewling noises, before moving to the other. So ridiculously responsive. Conquest would be his first everything, exactly as it should be.

He kissed and licked his way down Raziel’s body, paying special attention to that v cut at his hip. He wasn’t usually one for foreplay; sex was quick and dirty, it didn’t mean anything. Right now he wanted to spend hours on Raziel, find out everything that made the Angel tick, made him scream for more.

He slid a hand under the sofa cushions, feeling around until he found the cold bottle.

Raziel stared at it a moment, before locking eyes with Conquest. “How did you-?”

“I like to be prepared.” Conquest poured a generous amount over his fingers and Raziel’s dick and balls. He used his fingers to spread it around and down to his hole.

He finger fucked Raziel as he kissed him, gradually adding another finger, until he had all four fingers pistoning in and out of Raziel so hard he had to keep a hold on the Angel’s shoulder to keep him in place. If the cries and shouts of Conquest, Oh, Oh, Yes, Please, were anything to go by, Raziel was thoroughly enjoying the rough treatment.

Good. Because Conquest was most definitely enjoying it himself.

He pulled his fingers out and Raziel whined low in his throat. Conquest chuckled. His teeth caught and dragged Raziel’s lower lip down. “Do you want something else, Raziel? Do you want something bigger?”

Raziel wriggled in anticipation. Conquest kissed the corner of his mouth. “Say it. Tell me what you want.”

“I-I want…” Raziel moaned as Conquest latched onto his neck, sucking. “I want…”

“Say it,” Conquest whispered in his ear. “ Say it.”

“I want you in-in me,” Raziel stuttered.

Conquest tugged Raziel’s earlobe with his teeth. It was close enough. Conquest wanted it too much to care about wording semantics.

He coated his aching erection in lube before lining himself up. He took hold of his dick and rubbed the tip against Raziel’s muscles. They tried to pull him in each time he went over the hole, like even Raziel’s body knew that it was made just for Conquest.

He pushed slowly in, inch by agonizing inch. Fucking hell, Raziel’s body was squeezing him like a vice.

Raziel squealed and fisted his hands against his hips. “It’s-it’s so-it’s too big.”

“It’ll fit,” Conquest reassured him, his voice tight. It did fit. It was goddamn perfect. “Push down on me, relax your muscles.”

Conquest bit his lip and held still when he bottomed out. It felt so fucking good, he had to get himself under control. Once his heart rate had calmed and he wasn’t at risk of blowing his load in zero point six seconds, he pulled out slowly, until only the tip remained inside. Then he slammed back in.

“ Ahh!”

Conquest bent forward, cradling Raziel’s body against his as he swallowed all of the Angel’s delicious sounds. He set a brutal pace, unable to be as gentle as Raziel probably needed. It was too good, too tight, too fucking incredible.

Raziel wrapped his arms around Conquest’s neck, enthusiastically returning his kiss. He gyrated his hips as Conquest pounded into him. He was so sensitive that Conquest bet the Angel would come the second he touched his dick.

“Con, I’m-”

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” Conquest whispered hoarsely. He was fucking close as well. There was no way he couldn’t be, the way Raziel was wrapped around him like a second skin, inside and out. “Come for me,” he ordered. He took hold of Raziel’s dick and one stroke was all it took. The Angel’s back arched, his fingernails cutting into Conquest’s back like tiny pinpricks as he exploded all over his stomach.

The way Raziel’s ass muscles squeezed and convulsed around him pushed him over the edge too, and he groaned loudly as he emptied himself inside.

He leaned his head against Raziel’s chest, both of them breathing heavily.

Raziel ran his fingers through Conquest’s hair and he closed his eyes under the ministrations. Who knew something so simple could be so soothing?

He flicked Raziel’s nipple absently, tonguing it every now and again, as Raziel continued to play with his hair.

It wasn’t long before he was hard again, rocking slowly in and out of Raziel’s writhing body. He hoped the Angel was well rested, because it was going to be a long few hours for him.