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writetomyheart2016-02-02 01:21 am
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[Team Sonic] Perfect Melody
Since Team Sonic died off, I'm starting it up again XD
Random Angel/Demon AU.
A rustle of wings is all the warning Kouchi gets. His sword of light is bright, shining as brightly as his wings, but what good is that going to do him against this particular demon? He would recognize that particular soul-melody anywhere, even changed as it is.
Jesse’s long arms wrap around him from behind, fearless as always. “Hi.”
Kouchi’s sword vanishes into nothing even as Jesse’s lips press against the back of his neck. This is one danger a sword cannot help him against - or no, he could cut out his own heart to get rid of these feelings. That, his sword might be able to achieve.
“You shouldn’t be here.” But even as he says these words, Kouchi’s hands close over Jesse’s. If he keeps his eyes closed, perhaps he won’t even have to lie to his superiors when they ask if he’s seen any demons on his patrol. No one is likely to ask if he’s kissed a traitor, a fallen angel.
“Shouldn’t I?” Jesse drawls, breath puffing against Kouchi’s ear. “No rules for the wicked.”
What does it matter? What does any of it matter, when Jesse is warm against him, when the music of Jesse’s soul harmonizes with his own effortlessly even now? Kouchi can feel the questions bubbling up inside him, the things he can’t say heavy on his tongue, so he does the cowardly thing, turns around in Jesse’s arms and kills the words against Jesse’s soft lips.
Jesse’s fangs prick his tongue, drawing blood, but even the short, sharp pain can’t stop Kouchi from getting lost in the kiss, so right and yet so wrong. The demon’s wings are surprisingly soft under his fingers, hot and freezing cold at the same time. Kouchi can feel the corruption seeping into his skin at every touch, every kiss and every caress.
It would be so easy to give in. So easy.
It takes almost more willpower than he possesses, but Kouchi wrenches himself away. He takes to the air, his white wings carrying him up and up and up, into the sky, away from it all. He’s still pure, but he can feel it in his soul - the day when he won’t be able to deny the perfection of the twisted melody Jesse is waving for him is drawing ever nearer.
Random Angel/Demon AU.
A rustle of wings is all the warning Kouchi gets. His sword of light is bright, shining as brightly as his wings, but what good is that going to do him against this particular demon? He would recognize that particular soul-melody anywhere, even changed as it is.
Jesse’s long arms wrap around him from behind, fearless as always. “Hi.”
Kouchi’s sword vanishes into nothing even as Jesse’s lips press against the back of his neck. This is one danger a sword cannot help him against - or no, he could cut out his own heart to get rid of these feelings. That, his sword might be able to achieve.
“You shouldn’t be here.” But even as he says these words, Kouchi’s hands close over Jesse’s. If he keeps his eyes closed, perhaps he won’t even have to lie to his superiors when they ask if he’s seen any demons on his patrol. No one is likely to ask if he’s kissed a traitor, a fallen angel.
“Shouldn’t I?” Jesse drawls, breath puffing against Kouchi’s ear. “No rules for the wicked.”
What does it matter? What does any of it matter, when Jesse is warm against him, when the music of Jesse’s soul harmonizes with his own effortlessly even now? Kouchi can feel the questions bubbling up inside him, the things he can’t say heavy on his tongue, so he does the cowardly thing, turns around in Jesse’s arms and kills the words against Jesse’s soft lips.
Jesse’s fangs prick his tongue, drawing blood, but even the short, sharp pain can’t stop Kouchi from getting lost in the kiss, so right and yet so wrong. The demon’s wings are surprisingly soft under his fingers, hot and freezing cold at the same time. Kouchi can feel the corruption seeping into his skin at every touch, every kiss and every caress.
It would be so easy to give in. So easy.
It takes almost more willpower than he possesses, but Kouchi wrenches himself away. He takes to the air, his white wings carrying him up and up and up, into the sky, away from it all. He’s still pure, but he can feel it in his soul - the day when he won’t be able to deny the perfection of the twisted melody Jesse is waving for him is drawing ever nearer.
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Whaaat? A cliffhanger? This AU needs a proper fic! ^w^ Can fallen angels turn back to angels?
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Thanks for commenting! <3