My Prison My Cage

Story

The best hunter always got his prey. 

Tracing the familiar power signature, Geryon walked into the dark alley and found the unconscious injured Raziel. 

Geryon thought he had no hearts, but it was painful to see Raziel fragile and vulnerable.

The fading disturbance in the air told him that a recent fight had taken place. Raziel probably exhausted himself from the combat. His companions were probably looking for him and would bring him back to heaven to heal. 

However, why would Geryon let his perfect brother go for his own good? After all, Geryon was fallen. He was supposed to only live for his desire. 

After destruction of evidence of Raziel's whereabouts, he knelt by Raziel's side. He wrapped his arms around his back and behind his knees. Then he lifted him and teleported them to his base in the mortal world. 

Geryon's place was in an old abandoned building. The aged ceiling was stained and the hardwood floor was damaged. The sponge painted wall looked like dirt. He chose it to remain a low profile from his heavenly pursuers, but he felt ashamed of it now that Raziel was here.

It didn't matter, he told himself. Raziel was so beautiful that no place deserved him. Besides, he placed a lot of furniture specifically for Raziel. 

Geryon patched Raziel up and washed the dirt and blood away from his hair. Then he buried himself against his neck to taste his scent. He washed Raziel thoroughly until his skin was pinkish. 

After the shower, he fed Raziel potions with his mouth to restore his health. Conveniently, the potion would force Raziel in his physical form. He would need to endure physical sensation Geryon inflicted on him without escaping to heaven. 

He set up a magical suspension rig that held Raziel in a vertical position, with chains around his body and extended wings. He looked like a classical painting. Geryon wanted to ruin him so that he would stay by his side.

Angels weren't supposed to reproduce like mammals, so Geryon used to wonder why they had vestigial nipples. Now that he had fallen, he finally understood their appeal. 

Geryon pierced Raziel's nipples and decorated them with emerald rings connected by a thin golden chain. Then he kissed around them because they were beautiful. The rings was sculpted with magical tracking sigils, so he would locate Raziel even if Raziel tried to escape. 

The unfamiliar physical sensations probably unsettled Raziel, because even unconscious, he struggled against the chains vigorously. However, he only succeeded to torment his beautiful wings with more pleasure and sensations. At the end it was hard to tell if he was trying to escape or wanting to get more. 

Geryon remembered how much he fantasised about Raziel when they both were in heaven. He would be delighted with a mere chance to fly by his side and touch his wrists, but now he could caress him as much as he wanted. 

Holding himself in mid-air, he nibbed and stroked Raziel's feathers from the base to their tips, attracting more sounds and moans from him. He teased them with gentle touch and light kisses until he could feel Raziel's tremor.

Then he moved to Raziel's front.

He tensed up when Raziel opened his eyes, but they were unfocused and burning. Sweat dripped from Raziel's blushing face to his heaving chest. He looked more like a lust demon than a pure angel. 

He was the forbidden fruit in Eden, the shameful dream of the heart. He was so lovely that he dared people to believe that something in this world was worth breaking themselves for. 

Geryon fell to Hell for desiring him. Now he only wanted to trap him in a damned embrace forever. 

With a clasp of his hands, the chains rearranged Raziel's position so Geryon could kiss and lick along his body easily. One gift of his fall was new appreciation for the concrete specifics and the physical sensation. Raziel's skin was soft but uneven in place, carrying old scars from the heavenly war. It was salty, warm and exquisite. 

Far too long he thirsted for his perfect brother in heaven, jealous as too many fellow angels set their eyes on him, but only Geryon could see him drowning in desire. Heat flew through Geryon at the thought. 

"You're mine, " Geryon said. "Even your master can't take you from me."

"Geryon…"

Geryon's heart would have burst at the sound of his name if he were a mortal. Did Raziel still remember him? 

He was afraid to let Raziel's coming words ruin his fantasy, so he interrupted him with a fierce kiss. 

So soft and sweet, Geryon thought, tasting and conquering Raziel's pretty mouth. 

Pressing their bodies together while lying horizontally in midair, Geryon pulled the various chains to stimulate Raziel further.

He bit Raziel on his neck, his collarbone and his chest, branding him with his marks while reaching for his wings, which trembled with only a slight touch. Raziel always looked so regal, but now everyone could see Geryon's claim on him. 

"Geryon,... is it you?" Raziel's voice was deep and soft. "What're you.."

"Yes, Raziel. It's me." Geryon replied before biting and licking Raziel's swollen nipples. He pulled the rings with his tongue. The sound Raziel made was like music to his ears. 

"Stop it," Raziel said while leaning towards him as much as the chains allowed. "Turn away…"

Geryon freed his captives, satisfied at the sound of frustration Raziel made. "All right."

He turned around and held himself in midair. Then he bent over while straddling Raziel's shoulders, putting his head between legs. 

"What're you…" Raziel's voice was muffled as Geryon slipped himself between his lips. 

Raziel looked and felt so hot. "You're born for this. You're born for me. I want to keep you with myself all the time. You'll love this." 

The position allowed Geryon to kiss, nip and suck Raziel's inner thighs before swallowing his cock and sliding along the shaft, while his hands could caress Raziel's wings. When Raziel's tongue touched his head, it was almost enough to push Geryon over.

He swirled and lapped his tongue around him, flexing his tongue and moaning around him. Raziel shyly returned the favour, which tempted him to fuck his throat raw.

No, too soon, he thought. 

He adjusted his pace and angle to test the effect on Raziel, who soon caught on and sucked him accordingly to show his approval. When he figured out how Raziel liked it, he repeatedly drove him to the edge and paused, until Raziel was frustrated enough to nip him lightly as a warning. 

Geryon smiled while helping Raziel to curl up. Then he breathed hotly into his hole, licking and lapping his heated skin

Raziel's response was more than he expected. He came over Geryon with a shout. 

Geryon's face and hair was splashed with his come. He rubbed them away with his hand and licked it away. He felt lightheaded because of the taste. 

He bent down to lick away the mess on Raziel's muscular abdomen and reached between his legs, leaving marks along his skin. The trace of his saliva shone on his abdomen. 

"Let me go," Raziel said weakly.

Geryon spread Raziel's long legs over his shoulders so he could push his fingers inside him. He was so tight that Geryon's fingers felt trapped. 

"Brother, I am in charge now, not you." Geryon pushed another finger in, opening him up for conquest. 

Raziel bit his lips. His long hair was a wet mess now, and his red swollen lips begged for another kiss. Old and new fantasy filled Geryon's mind. He felt weak about the possibilities. 

Then Raziel said, "Free me. I will make it worth it."

Geryon knew it was probably a lie, but the temptation of a willing Raziel was too great. Holding Raziel with his arms, he took away the chains. 

Before he could react, Raziel pounced on Geryon, rubbing their organs together and brought so much pleasure that they both came together, making a mess on Geryon's abdomen and thighs

Who taught him to do this? I'll kill…

Then Raziel flew away from Geryon. 

Panicked, Geryon tried to pull him back. 

Raziel pressed Geryon's arms behind Geryon's arched back against a wall and restrained them with one hand. Then he pulled a black feather from his wing. The pain overwhelmed Geryon.

Then Raziel shoved Geryon's legs to his chest and spread them apart, teasing Geryon's organ with his feather. The residue feeling from his torn feather maddened Geryon as he felt the double sensation of the teasing and being held by Raziel's hands. 

"Wait!"

Raziel ignored him. He wetted his organ with the mess they made and thrust into Geryon. 

As Geryon tensed up in pain, Raziel bent over to swallow his organ, moving up and down along his length. Just the sight of his swollen red lips around him made Geryon get hard and come again. 

I won't survive this, Geryon thought as he looked into Raziel's red rimmed eyes. Now that I know, can I live without this? 

He soon lost his thoughts as Raziel drove inside his body. Geryon licked his lips and thrust back towards Raziel, reaching out for as much of his wings as possible. 

Raziel looked so wild and beautiful driving into him that Geryon shouted incoherent encouragement. Raziel was declaring his dominance of him. Geryon ceded the battle willingly for the first time in his life. 

Raziel overwhelmed him with so much pleasure that it stretched out into pain. Geryon felt liquids along his face. It was salty to his taste. 

"It's all right," Raziel held him in his arms with his wings around them, muttering words between kissing and licking away the wet strains on his face. 

Geryon felt so safe and warm that he slept. 

When Geryon woke up again, they were both clean and cuddled on the bed. He pinned Raziel underneath his body. "Will you stay with me?" 

Raziel looked away from him. A blush spread across his cheeks to his neck, as if he wasn't the person who fucked Geryon into losing consciousness and filling him with his come. Geryon could still feel the liquid dripping along his ass and thighs.

"I'm sorry. We can pretend that it didn't happen and never talk about this again. You can still return with me."

Did he want to deny what had happened? 

No, he wouldn't let him get away with this. 

Geryon sat up and straddled him, admitting Raziel's half hard organ into himself and started to ride him. 

It felt uncomfortably full at first, but Raziel's dilated pupils and breathy sounds aroused Geryon further. He tugged the chain between Raziel's nipples, satisfied at his surprised sound of pain and pleasure. Raziel's organ enlarged and filled him to his rims. 

"You want me," Geryon said. "You're mine forever. Say it! "

Raziel seemed to hesitate, so Geryon stopped in the middle, denying him any friction. 

"Please…" Raziel was so sexy when he begged that Geryon almost forgot his plan. "I'm yours forever."

Geryon resumed his action again. Then Raziel thrust up into him, hitting him at an angle that made him see stars. When Raziel touched Geryon's wing tentatively, he came so hard that he pulled Raziel over his edge. 

Geryon landed hard on Raziel, their bodies pressed together. His wings spread and covered them both

"Mine," he whispered before biting a mark on Raziel's neck. 

Raziel gently massaged his wings and answered softly. "Yours."

His eyes and smile were as bright as the sun. However, Geryon didn't see his expression because of the angle.