The sound of his quickened breathing was driving him mad. No one could be expected to survive this! Ryan tried to think clearly, he really did, but it was impossible. He lay on the bed under the pavilion, but he was not alone. Anifiel was behind him. How long had they been laid here? Was it five minutes or five hours?

"Pet. Be still," Anifiel had suggested smugly when they lie down, his voice saying that he was certain Ryan would be able to do no such thing. And sure enough, with every second the command was becoming more and more difficult to obey. Ryan could sense Anifiel behind him. Just the suggestion of his body heat and the touch of the angel's apple scented breath stirring his hair enough to make him hard and in desperate need for something. As the time passed he became hypersensitive, and itched just to roll back and into Anifiel. That was something he would resist if it killed him. Ryan sighed. If it killed him, again.

Long minutes passed and nothing changed. Well, except for Ryan's frustration. That became a torture that was impossible to bear. His breathing became ragged with the strain of being so close to Anifiel. He could feel the sweat breaking out on his skin as he fought against the inevitable fascination of the angel, longing only to give in to it and do anything Anifiel required of him. But Anifiel had told him only to be still. Impossible!

Ryan whimpered, hating the sound but unable to keep it in when the time continued to pass and nothing altered. Through his own tormented existence though, his mind worked on something else. Nothing had changed. Ryan concentrated. Anifiel's breathing was slow and steady against his neck. Oh, God, just tickling the back of his neck!Ryan clamped down on that thought and returned to his original idea. Slow, steady. Was it possible that Anifiel slept? Angel's didn't sleep, did they? But he hadn't moved, and nothing had changed. Ryan was desperate to turn and look, but more than that, he was desperate to move away and gain some much needed clarity. Making his mind up, he shifted forward minutely, trying to keep his weight from making any disturbance whatsoever. And that was when Anifiel moved. One of the angel's large, powerful hands landed on the bed in front of Ryan's face, stopping him from moving any further away. Ryan had seen cats play with mice like this. Exactly like this. In spite of his sexual arousal, Ryan began to seethe.

"I told you to be still, did I not?" The amused voice was the last straw. All of Ryan's frustration came to the surface, boiling over into rebelliousness, and he couldn't stop himself. He grabbed hold of Anifiel's forearm where it rested in front of his face and sank his teeth into the angel's flesh.

Time seemed to stop. Nothing happened. Anifiel didn't pull away, and didn't bellow in pain. But something in Ryan gibbered at the seriousness of what he had done. He tasted Anifiel's slightly salty skin, and knew he had bitten with the intention to hurt. He had attempted to harm heaven's most glorious angel. Darkness came over his vision and he released Anifiel with a whimper. He closed his eyes and waited for judgement.

He gasped when the collar around his neck jerked upwards, and tried to follow it to save himself from suffocation. He ended up lying on his back while he meekly allowed Anifiel to take his hands and move them above his head, still reeling from what he had done. When he realised that he was still in the middle tier with Anifiel, he relaxed a little, but then cried out in realisation. Anifiel had bound his hands above his head with the spare length of the leash, and then tied that to the bed. He opened his eyes nervously.

"Only bad pets bite," he said lightly, but Ryan trembled at the darkness in Anifiel's green eyes. He cringed and whimpered, trying to move away from Anifiel, but it was impossible, every pull on the binds of his hands tugged at the collar around his neck. Anifiel watched him struggle curiously, that bland gaze sweeping his entire body. Ryan was ashamed to realise he was still hard. His cock throbbed when he saw Anifiel glance at him there. "Perhaps a taste of your own medicine would help you see the error of your ways," he considered thoughtfully, and before Ryan could think what he meant Anifiel had lowered his head swiftly and was biting his neck. Oh, God. Oh, God. He thought it over and over again while Anifiel's teeth sank into his flesh. Ryan was sure it must be marking his skin, and he couldn't stop his hips from thrusting upwards, but there was no relief for his erection. He heard himself whine, and couldn't stop it.

Anifiel finally pulled back, and regarded Ryan with a raised eyebrow. "You smell of lightning again, human," he observed. "Is there anything that does not encourage your weakness?" Anifiel asked in mild contempt, extending a forefinger to touch the head of Ryan's cock. He cried out loudly, jerking on the bed as though he had just been electrocuted.

"Oh, God…" he moaned helplessly, aware that Anifiel had only touched him once, but unable to stop feeling it. His cock twitched on the verge of orgasm as Anifiel watched him.

"Why do you always insist on resorting to this 'God' of yours when you know it is not a truth?" he demanded. Ryan would have laughed if he could, but he was still thrashing and writhing on the bed. He gritted his teeth as his orgasm drew away a little, and then slumped against the bed in absolute defeat. He needed! Ryan couldn't help but gaze up at this vision of perfection beside him pleadingly. Something changed in Anifiel's expression, but Ryan didn't know what. His eyes darkened further, and it seemed that only the two of them existed. Was Anifiel coming closer to him, or was that his imagination? The angel's face filled his vision, and he imagined Anifiel on top of him so easily then that he moaned again. He wanted to close his eyes, but Anifiel's intense gaze wouldn't release him, and demanded that he keep the eye contact.

"I'm sorry," he whimpered, remembering his crime. "I'm so sorry." All of his body was tuned in to the angel at that moment, and he was so ashamed of his actions. He had desired to hurt Anifiel. The thought actually wounded him now as the intoxicating affect of the angel's proximity worked on him again, until Ryan would do anything to make amends. Anything Anifiel wanted. It was why he existed.

"Usually you have given in to your corruption by now, little human," Anifiel noted curiously, and the spell was broken. They were no closer. Anifiel wasn't about to claim him. Ryan tried to shake his head in confusion, but was then reminded of the collar around his neck.

"Why haven't you this time?" he asked. "Are you trying to fight it?" The angel's tone suggested that it was the last thing he expected Ryan to do, as if he was a lower animal and the idea was crediting him with too much intelligence. Ryan longed to snarl, but settled for a strangled 'Please,' in answer when he realised Anifiel was looking at his erect member again.

Suddenly the green eyes shifted to Ryan's face, and Anifiel smirked as if he knew too much. He moved back from Ryan a little. "It does not matter," he said lightly, waving his hand imperiously as if Ryan's answer would be worthless. "I think I like this look for you, pet," he said, folding his arms where he sat, obviously intending to enjoy the view for a while.

Ryan groaned in humiliation, feeling blood heat up his cheeks as Anifiel sat staring at him in his lust and arousal. He looked away from the angel at last. "I hate you," he hissed vehemently as he wished for his erection to go down, but something about having Anifiel look excited him. He soon became completely miserable. "Why do you do this to me?" he asked wretchedly. "You make me feel so dirty!" He was expecting Anifiel to laugh at him, but still the sound of it made him hate in a way that one really shouldn't in heaven.

"At last you begin to see the truth then," the angel observed calmly, and Ryan threw such a baleful glare his way that Anifiel frowned at him.

"It's not dirty," he insisted stubbornly, refusing to allow the thought to take root in his mind. "It's natural. It's an expression of -" He stopped short, realising what he had been about to say while Anifiel looked on him thoughtfully. He seemed to come to a decision.

"Little human." Anifiel shook his head. "I will help you see the truth." And with that Anifiel came close to him once more so that his mind clouded with the angel's presence and his anger drained away like rain after a storm, leaving him with only one desire - to please Anifiel. The angel looked down the length of his body, and slowly reached forward to curl one strong hand around his erection. He was gentle, and the palm of his hand was warm against Ryan's sensitive skin. He thrust upwards helplessly, a cry of pleasure on his lips while Anifiel nodded indulgently.

"That's it, little human. Admit to your weakness. See it for what it is." His hand moved down over Ryan firmly, and then - oh, God - back up. He stared helplessly into the green depths of the angel's eyes. He couldn't think about what Anifiel was doing to him. Jesus! There was an angel giving him a -

He came into Anifiel's hand suddenly, arching up frantically to press himself into that warm grip as his seed erupted from him. He jerked on the bed a few times, and then relaxed in complete exhaustion as Anifiel looked curiously at the pearly white essence on his hand. He narrowed his eyes, and then held the hand to Ryan's mouth. Instinctively, Ryan turned away.

"Yes," Anifiel nodded encouragingly. "You realise how dirty it is, don't you?" Through the post-orgasmic haze of his mind, Ryan realised what it would mean to refuse. It meant Anifiel would win. He looked sharply towards the angel, but Anifiel's gaze was as free from deceit as ever. Ryan did the only thing he could. He licked his own release from Anifiel's hand as if he truly was a pet. The green eyes darkened again at that, and he pulled his hand away from Ryan's lips much too quickly, his fair features almost went to make up a scowl. Ryan couldn't help it - he laughed.

He soon stopped laughing when Anifiel left him however. The angel moved from the bed and stalked off without another word, leaving Ryan bound and helpless. He hoped Anifiel would not forget about him for too long. "You should really pick up a book about pets," he murmured to Anifiel's retreating figure. But there was no real animosity in his voice. Ryan was exhausted. He relaxed, breathing in the scent of the honeysuckle deeply, and waited for Anifiel to return to him.

 

THE END