They finally had a moment alone. No pointless errands in Purgatory, no nosy neighbors, and the imps were temporarily someone else’s problem. There was nothing to do but enjoy each other’s company. Fully anticipating that sex would be the first order of business, Kyle had flopped backwards onto their bed, stretching to offer himself to his other half. But Ryka had made a bold suggestion: nap first, then slow, lazy fucking when they finally awoke. Kyle loved the idea. Purring, Ryka had draped himself over Kyle, entwining their tails. Ryka drifted off first, his deep, steady breaths as effective as any angelic lullaby. Eyelids heavy, Kyle had been moments away from slumber.

And then Judas had arrived. Kyle had thought he’d at least looked sorry to be interrupting, but Ryka had been too furious to notice, especially when the first words out of his mouth were “Lord Satan requests your presence, Ryka.”

“So help me,” Ryka seethed, getting to his feet as gracefully as possible and never breaking the cold glare he was leveling at Judas, “if he can’t find someone else to bother constantly, I’m going to find a way to make to this place even worse than it already fucking is.”

“You being here is quite enough,” Judas returned, before making a quick exit.

Ryka growled, sighed, kissed Kyle good-bye, and took off after Judas. Kyle barely had time to roll his eyes – they were forever at each other’s throats. With a tremendous sigh of his own, he flopped over onto his stomach. He could still sleep - what else was he supposed to do? - but there went the fucking part of their plan. After having to deal with Lord Satan, there was no way Ryka would be in the mood for anything but fuming when he got back.

Disappointed, he crossed his arms and rested his forehead down on them. If Lord Satan needed Ryka, it was pretty much a guarantee they’d be off to the mortal world again soon. So much for a break. Confident he’d never be found out, Kyle muttered a few choice curses. But the insults died in his throat when he heard someone land on the balcony. Lifting his head, fully prepared to be met with the Devil’s scathing stare, he instead found a very apologetic Val. “I can go.”

“Stay,” Kyle told him, folding up his wings to make room for Val on the bed. Never one to turn down an invitation, Val made himself comfortable, reclining on his side and making sure to leave a safe amount of space between himself and Kyle.

They got along quite well, and although Ryka sometimes seemed annoyed, Kyle knew he was happy to spend time with an old friend. And happier still that Kyle had a friend of his own.

“Lucifer call for him again?” Val asked.

“Of course. He’s getting pretty pissed about it.”

“I don’t blame him.” Val paused, hesitating. “Is he … okay?”

“How do you mean?” There was no offense meant, Kyle was sure. It was genuine concern he heard. And maybe a little fear. An increasingly common reaction.

Now that he’d asked, though, Val seemed unsure. “Just … well … I don’t know.” Kyle was sure he did, but Val moved on. “Guess that means you’ll be off again soon, right?” Kyle groaned. “At least you had a break from the imps.”

There was that. Though that brought up another question. “If you don’t have them, then-”

“Zarin again. He somehow ended up in the rotation.”

“Poor bastard.”

Val laughed, and Kyle turned his head to watch him. The more time he spent with Val, the more he understood how Ryka had been attracted to him. Looks aside - though those were certainly a factor - Val was about as easy-going as demons came. He was always content to simply relax with his friends, and had a good sense of humor; he took all Ryka’s taunting and gave back as good as he got. He looked like a Norse god and had an impishly playful attitude.

Though under all that, he was really quite sincere. He was loyal, and although not one to tend toward monogamy, took all his relationships seriously. Even going so far as to recklessly chase after Ryka. Kyle still remembered how wounded Val had looked at Ryka’s rejection. And for all his bluster, when he finally had come to face Ryka, it had been with an apology. A submissive Val had been quite appealing. He had to assume the alternative would be just as nice.

“You’re staring,” Val teased, scooting closer.

Embarrassed to have been caught daydreaming, Kyle briefly glanced away. Meeting Val’s gaze again, he apologized. “Sorry.”

“I didn’t mind.” Taking a chance, Val let his tail rest across Kyle’s calves. It was the most contact he had dared in Ryka’s absence. “Can I ask a question?” There was that trickster smirk Val so often wore. It looked good on him. Kyle found himself wondering what other expressions would look good on him. Maybe what he looked like when he came.

Shaking the thought, he answered, “Sure.”

“What are my chances?”

“‘Chances?’” He’d been feeling at ease in Val’s presence, but now suddenly worried the other demon was after Ryka again. Envy flared hot in his belly. He tried to smother it, but Val’s next question did the job.

“Well, I don’t know that Ryka would want me again. But what about you?” Suddenly, the tip of Val’s tail was sliding up his thigh. Kyle moaned. One little touch and he was almost fully hard. Through a haze of lust, Kyle barely heard Val. “I know you two play around with Hara. How about me?” Now Val was teasing Kyle’s ass, tip of his tail lightly tracing his rim.

Maybe he didn’t have to miss out after all. This wasn’t what he had been expecting from this visit, but that didn’t mean it was unwelcome. He couldn’t say he hadn’t thought about it. He’d even broached the subject with Ryka, who had shrugged and told Kyle - honestly - to do what he wanted. Right now, Kyle wanted to be violated. Inhibitions were for angels. And he was never going to be one of those.

“What do you think?” Kyle managed, trying to subtly lift his hips and open his legs just a little. No need to appear too desperate. Even though, he was already wet in anticipation. Precum was puddling under him, and he was supplying plenty of lube for Val in back, too.

“Is this something you need permission for?” Kyle peeked up to find Val staring down at him, wearing an expression somewhere between anxious anticipation and insatiable hunger.

“Already have it.” The teasing was too much.

“Really?” Kyle had hidden his face back in the sheets, but heard genuine surprise in Val’s voice. “You … you’ve thought about this?”

No time like the present, right? “Yes.”

“This is really okay?”

“It’ll be better when you actually put it in.”

Kyle’s wings were shaking, and he found himself lifting his hips even more to give Val room. Eager to oblige, Val started pushing in the tip of his tail, and Kyle sighed. It didn’t take long for Val to find his sweet spot, and Kyle bucked his hips back once more, making room to take himself in hand.

“Val?” Kyle panted. He was already spilling into his palm and now practically shoving Val off the bed with one of his wings. He was trying not to, but couldn’t seem to get them back under control. His own tail joined Val’s - he was aching for more girth.

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“Yeah?” Val was already breathless, and Kyle looked over to see Val playing with himself as well. He couldn’t tear his gaze away. Val was, in all ways, bigger than Ryka, and Kyle felt his mouth start to water as he eyed Val’s long, thick cock.

“Can I tell you something?” Kyle was panting, too, watching Val start to fuck his own fist. He pumped into his own, matching Val’s tempo.

“Please do.”

“Ryka used to let you put it in, right?” A nod from Val. “I’m jealous.”

“That he let me do that? It was a long time ago.”

“No, that he’s had the pleasure of having that thing in him.” Now he was drooling, watching precum drip from the tip of Val’s cock. It wasn’t fair.

“What can I do to fix it?” Val asked, propping himself up on an elbow and leaning in closer to Kyle. He nipped at Kyle’s ear, lips and teeth barely making contact. A test, for sure. And a tease. Growling, Kyle reached up with his free hand and pulled Val’s face close to his. He wasn’t so gentle, tugging on Val’s lower lips, his teeth breaking skin.

“Fuck me.”

“You’re sure?” Val sounded so hopeful it was almost funny. “I don’t want to push you. Really.” He looked simultaneously turned on and scared, and of course Kyle knew why.

“It’s safe. And I mean it, I swear. So please … I need more.” Without another word, Val pulled out his tail, taking Kyle’s along with it. He moved behind Kyle, grabbed his hips with both hands, and plunged in. Kyle shuddered, delighting in the feeling of the other demon’s cock sliding into him.

Slowly, he pulled himself forward, clawing his way along the mattress, until he was almost empty again. He could feel himself clenched tight, keeping just the head of Val’s cock inside him. Gritting his teeth, he backed up hard. He almost wished he could feel pain. The way Val stretched him out, how deep he went.

“Do you want me to move, or should I not?” So far, he had let Kyle take control, not wanting to presume.

“Shit. Sorry. Yes, please. Slowly for now.”

Eager as he was, Val managed to obey, keeping to the tempo Kyle had set for himself. Pulling back out almost completely, pushing back in slowly. It was maddening. He was very glad when Kyle ordered him to go harder. Eyes closed in bliss, he plowed into his friend, enjoying Kyle’s grunts and moans.

It had been wonderful to hear his friend had been wanting this as well. Card games were fine, but nothing solidified a bond quite like a good fuck. And Kyle was a good fuck. Val cracked his eyes open in time to see Kyle using arms and wings to push himself upright. It made his thrusts shallowers, but to have Kyle pressed against him, head tipped back and mouth opening for a deep kiss, Val was happy to oblige him.

Kyle reached for one of Val’s horns with his left hand, and used his right to direct Val’s attention between his legs. Glad to comply, Val wrapped his hand around Kyle’s cock, pumping him hard. He nearly came when Kyle breathed his name, panting into his mouth. Val wouldn’t dare leave a permanent mark - he was risking enough as it was, even with permission - but he moved his lips to Kyle’s neck to raise a bruise. That would fade, quickly enough that Ryka might never even see it.

But Val was able to appreciate the sight, purple-red blooming on pale skin. An inspiring sight. “You like to be choked?” Already, his free hand was sliding up to Kyle’s throat. Kyle nodded once, and Val closed his hand, cutting off Kyle’s air. It didn’t stop him from enthusiastically shouting Val’s name as he came.

“Me, too,” Val growled, squeezing until Kyle begged for breath. Even as he tightened his grip, Kyle tightened around him. He could see the angry red imprint collaring Kyle’s throat, lingering even after he moved his hand away. His other hand was still closed around Kyle’s dick, still slicking up and down as aftershocks sent more cum spurting into his palm and between his fingers.

Maybe he should have asked, but words were lost to him as Val climaxed, finishing deep inside Kyle. That earned him a snarl, and he tried to pull away, but Kyle moved with him, landing them both on their backs.

Kyle struggled to get upright and onto his knees. Val helped, fully expecting to get told off. But Kyle kept Val inside him. When he lowered his wings to glance over his shoulder, he was grinning. “I’ll work this time,” he rumbled. “I want to ride your cock. Please?”

“Anything you want,” Val quickly answered. Teeth bared and eyes burning with lust, it was clear Kyle planned to take full advantage of his friend’s generosity.

***

Kyle was back on all fours, crying out as Val buried himself in his ass. He had no idea how long they’d been at it, only that it had been many rounds, Kyle begging for his cock, pleading to be filled up. When his back end had needed a break, he’d eagerly swallowed Val, opening his throat until his nose was pressed against Val’s stomach.

But they were back where they’d started, Val’s head tipped back, eyes closed in bliss as he spilled into Kyle yet again.

“I didn’t realize I was gone that long.”

Eyes flying open, Val froze mid-thrust. “Ryka ….” This was exactly what he’d been worried about. That even though Ryka had said it was fine, he’d change his mind when it came down to actually seeing it happen. And it had been a long time since he’d been able to overpower his friend. He wouldn’t be able to defend himself.

“I didn’t say to stop, and neither did he,” Ryka said with a nod to Kyle. Val realized he had no idea how long Ryka had actually been watching them, and only just now noticed that Ryka was enthusiastically tugging on his own dick.

“Keep going. Please,” Kyle pleaded, moving his hips in an effort to get Val to do the same. Once Val was in motion again, Kyle smiled up at Ryka. “Come here, Ry.” Eyebrows raised, Ryka stepped up to the bed. Kyle nuzzled his cock, gently tonguing the tip. “Are we in trouble?”

With a laugh, Ryka grabbed Kyle by the horns. “Only if he doesn’t make you cum. Now open up.” Kyle did and immediately found himself being fucked in both ends. Head buzzing, he closed his eyes.

After smiling gently down at his partner, Ryka looked back up at Val. “He’s pretty easy, huh?” It sounded like Kyle wanted to argue, so Ryka pushed himself deeper, bumping the back of his throat.

“Must be why you’re so good together,” Val teased.

“Do you want me to hurt you?”

“I’d like you to try,” Val returned, and Kyle could hear the want in his voice. His hand worked his cock faster, imagining Ryka and Val tussling for dominance, imagining them in turns in his position, dick in either end.

“Thinking something nice?” Ryka asked, combing fingers through Kyle’s hair. “Val just made a face like you got tighter.” All Kyle could do in reply was purr, and that had Ryka throwing his head back in ecstasy.

Val was thrusting harder, his movements in turn making Kyle swallow Ryke deeper. Knowing he wouldn’t need the stimulation to finish, Kyle dropped his hand, using it for support instead.

“Want us both cum inside?” Ryka inquired. “Or did you want to get messy?” Kyle held up two fingers, and he heard Ryka whimper. A rare treat, being allowed to cum on Kyle’s face. For his willingness to share, Kyle figured he deserved it. “Anything you want, stud. But I’m almost there.”

“Me, too,” Val growled behind him. “Think we can do it together, Ryka?” Kyle wondered if it would be all three of them simultaneously. His dick was twitching, balls heavy and belly tingling. Ryka’s hands were back around his horns, holding him steady so Ryka could fuck into his mouth. Val had fingers digging into his hips, and Kyle could hear his satisfied grunts. He would have been content to let them use him like this forever, but all too soon both were pulling out.

In the same instant he felt cum splattering on his back, Ryka shot onto his face. Wings fanning, Kyle reached down to press his cock to stomach. If he was going to be a mess, he may as well commit. All it took was that one touch to set him off, and he covered his front with his own jizz.

“Beautiful, stud,” Ryka purred, slipping his hands under Kyle’s arms and hauling him upright. Eyelashes sticky, Kyle only managed to open one eye. “Did you think I was going to change my mind about fucking you?” he asked, quietly so only Kyle could hear.

“Well ….”

With a deep chuckle, Ryka shook his head. “You always get me there.” He swiped a thumb across Kyle’s cheek, then pushed it past Kyle’s lips. Kyle nipped him before winding his tongue around it, licking off Ryka’s spend. “Still have some left for me?” He nodded. And apparently let his devious smile slip through. “What’s the catch?”

He knew Ryka probably wouldn’t let Val put it in his ass, but when they were with Hara, Ryka was always happy to suck cock. So maybe part of his fantasy was within reach. Pushing Ryka’s hand away, he crooked a finger, beckoning Ryka closer. Ryka obliged. “Will you take my position? I’ll take Val’s.”

By the way Ryka’s eyes lit up, he knew the answer was a “yes.” Folding his wings, Ryka turned around and hinged forward, spreading his cheeks and offering himself to Kyle. Glancing over his shoulder, he met Val’s eyes. “It’s been a long time since I’ve tasted that cock, Val. Come remind me.”

Val swallowed and nodded, looking more than a little suspicious. “You won’t-”

“Bite it off? I’m better than that, aren’t I?”

Too horny to resist, Val moved to take his new position. Just a little, he hoped it wasn’t for Kyle’s benefit alone that Ryka so eagerly swallowed him. That maybe he’d missed this part of their friendship, too.

Over Ryka, Kyle smiled at him, and Val grinned back. Learning human card games had been fun, and bitching was always a good way to pass time. But letting things get a little - or a lot - sloppy was truly the best.