A flutter of wings. High above the trees, blotting out the sun. The sound, a faint ‘whoosh,’ almost musical in nature. Soft, calming even, to the one soul who could hear it, down below.

‘Soul.’ A foreign term to the demon. He was never really sure he had one to begin with, but there was something. A feeling, a force. A desire, certainly. One so strong it would keep him up nights, beat inside his mind, a steady thrum, a pulse aside from his own. 

Was it always there? He was certain that it wasn’t. Not until this new creature had made it’s presence known. One morning he was just out, under the cool shelter of the trees, gazing at the morning sunrise. The next, he was running to hide in whatever sheltered place he could find, his tail singed by the rays of that forbidden light. 

He’d lingered too long. Just for a glimpse of the flying creature, just for a whiff of it’s delicious scent. Just for a single note of that sound, that gentle and calming sound of the ethereal wings as they held it’s lithe frame aloft, silhouetted against the cloudless sky.

This demon had charmed many a stray angel from the sky. This was no first occasion. He was legendary for exactly that. Unsuspecting light beings would be lured into the earthbound one’s vicinity, as though by siren’s call. Stirred to follow wherever the demon may lead. His pull was strong, stronger than any force except perhaps the unending march of time.

They would fall for his trap. He would have his way with them. Most of them he would then leave to the lesser demons, to do as they might. Spare a few to tell the tale, perpetuate the stories of the one called Leonardo, the irresistible avatar of evil incarnate.

There was something different about this one, the demon knew. He would draw it down from the sky, sure. But it’s end... may not be an end at all.

Now the demon found himself out in the wilds again, eyes riveted to that same expanse of atmosphere. Some precaution was taken this time; he’d at least had the forethought to stay inside the cave, tucked safely behind the rocky outcroppings of it’s entrance. A decent vantage point, but still a shelter from the loathed sun.

Sure enough the feathered being came. Drawn to this place, drawn to him, his presence, his power. The thought of it brought a twisted grin to the damned one’s leaf green lips.

Several days of watching the sky were about to pay off. The demon had studied the pattern of the creature’s behavior, knew it by heart. 

Three circles just at the north fork of the black forest path. A slow, graceful dive to land just briefly in the tallest tree there, the one that grew the strange pink flowers on the side the sun’s rays touched by morning. An ascent, three circles, and another slow dip to land at the top of the crooked mountain peak. Right above where the demon now hid himself. 

It was perfect. The perfect plan. Those flowers, the perfect offering, the perfect charm for this perfect young angel. A gift to draw it near, lull it into a false sense of security. It could feel his power, pulling, pulling, but the flowers would disguise the fear that must accompany that unnamable urge. Perfect.

The strange winged creature seemed to love the flowers. Every day on it’s path, it would spend a moment stroking their petals, gazing into their centers as though seeing it’s own reflection. So sublime, to the demon’s eyes; he could see why the creature might choose to look upon itself. Reverent thoughts he had had to shake himself from, gather his wits. The plan!

Steal the flowers from the tree, place them on the peak of the mountain, arranged in a circle. Crush the petals, dispel the scent. 

Draw the creature in. Cause it to linger. Bait the trap.

The demon stayed, coal black eyes riveted to the sky, the tree, the well-rehearsed pattern of it’s target’s flight. One clawed hand gripped at the stone wall, carving gashes into the red clay, the mark of his barely contained anticipation. His other sweaty palm squeezed and flexed around the rope, eyes closing as he tensed, all senses trained to feel the slightest of vibrations running through it.

A flutter of wings. A faint whiff of that intoxicating scent, mixing and mingling with the heady aroma of the destroyed petals. It was touching them, just now, wondering how they’d come to be there. Perhaps it was looking around to see if it was being watched, but of course the demon was one with shadow, never to be glimpsed.

Until it was too late. 

“Foomp!” The net closed around the winged creature, swiftly, fuchsia flowers and red clay pebbles raining down around the cave’s entrance and it’s lone green occupant. A shrill, startled cry sounded from the thing’s throat, wings beating hard as it tried to lift off the ground, the alarm flashing red in it’s mind. Danger! Danger! But all too late. It hadn’t seen the net, meticulously buried as it was under a layer of dirt. 

All it had seen was the flowers, crushed and strewn about, begging it’s attention, welcoming it warmly. 

As warm as the eager grin of it’s captor, jagged teeth shining brightly in the low light of the cave entrance as the demon tugged his bound prey down from it’s perch and into view.

One glimpse and the angel’s heart was stilled, it’s body going limp with the smallest of sighs. The being fainted at the sight of onyx eyes rimmed with indigo streaks, the marks of the demon. Forbidden even to look upon, damnation and death to be captured by.

Too late.

Chapter Two

Blue eyes blinked open, the sea green face twisting away from the dusty cave floor, the scratchy, hand-woven net. Slender limbs scrambled for purchase, groping in near-darkness to get a grip on the dirty ground, to get away from the prying eyes the creature was sure meant it’s doom.

“S-stay away from me!” The voice, small and cracked, loaded to brimming with the fear the demon could taste in the air. Just as delicious as the scent that had caused this obsession, chase, and now finally, capture.

The damned one didn’t answer, simply cocked his head to one side, sniffed at his prey. Gnarled fingers reached out, hungry, scraped at the bare foot, the sweet little toes peeking through their ensnarement. 

“Don’t t-touch me!” It pulled it’s foot back, folded it’s knees against it’s chest, closed it’s eyes tightly as it’s body hugged the cold cavern wall. “Stay away!” 

“Whaat brings you he-eere?” Raspy, hoarse voice, the demon unused to speaking after several days in silence, stalking it’s prey. “What brings you here?” He repeated, less cracked than the first try, but deep, almost growled. “F-orbidden land to your kind!”

The wings flexed, curled around to shield the captive’s face. It whimpered, shied, tucked further into itself. “I don’t know,” it mewed, pathetic. The light being had felt something! Some strange pull, some fierce, mighty current of energy that it was powerless to fight, but what? What was it?

Leaf green lips parted, a salacious grin in the dark, and oh how the words galvanized him to action. On his knees he crept, more small, fearful whines from the winged one’s throat as slender fingers stroked, caressed the white feathers. 

Angels, forbidden fruit of heaven. To touch one was rapture, purely and simply, the first time, every time. Every new winged captive the demon Leonardo would possess meant a night, perhaps several days of ecstasy. He would feed of their fear, gorge himself on their heat and essence. He would spend himself on them utterly and entirely, be done, and on to the next.

Oh but this one. This one had been drawn to him and didn’t even know why! So much sweeter the pot, then. So much more delicious, the trembling fear.

“Pleeeaase!” the captive cried, lower lip quivering, heart hammering. A chord struck somewhere deep inside the forgotten chambers of the demon’s being, and he froze, still. 

There it was, that strange and foreign feeling that this particular young angel evoked in him. The demon warred in his mind, wanting to feast upon the creature as he had so many before it, and yet... 

And yet he found himself bound to hold back, to have...

Patience.

“Do I frighten you?” the damned one rasped, coal black eyes blinking, head tilting this way and that. His claws still scratched at the feathers, though they pried no further. Too tempting, too much. 

Not now, one thing at a time. 

“Are you afraid of me?”

“Y- yes.” The angel admitted, a sobbed confession. “I’m not s- supposed to be here. P- please let me go?” 

‘And be without you, just as soon as I’ve finally gotten you where I want you?’ The thought alone was too much. 

“NO.” A bit too quick, too harshly spoken, too loud. Barked. He would try that again too. 

“No. Nor will I hurt you. But you will stay. With me.”  As much a demand as a fond wish.

“But I -!” 

Tears choked the words, the shock of it’s captor’s command enough to startle blue eyes to blink through white feathers, uncurl it’s body just slightly. 

“I want to go h-home!” 

“YOU WILL STAY!” The demon spat, scratched at the stony ground. Fell silent again as it’s prize curled once more into a ball, tight and shaking. The demon grunted, inched closer. 

“Look at me.” 

Kindness, what little it knew of kindness forced into it’s words, a twisted parody of hospitality.

“P- please.” 

Where had that word come from? Onyx eyes squinted, puzzling the thought. Was this light-being infecting him somehow? Trying, failing, trying again to speak without instilling fear in his captive. Patience. Kindness. Foreign concepts.

Slowly, slowly the wings unfurled, the tiny, fragile limbs lowered from the tear-streaked face. Crystal blue orbs, shimmering with wetness, peering through the dark and dust. 

“I am l-looking at you.” The voice wavered, almost broke. 

The winged one stilled itself, rallied it’s courage to meet the fearsome eyes that stared back at it, unblinking. 

“I see nothing to k- keep me here. You can’t make me stay!” 

And yet... when it looked again, blinked back it’s tears... Was that disappointment it saw? The stony gaze of it’s captor, those horrible teeth no longer showing, the mouth turned down at the corners. Something spoke inside the angel, the smallest of voices. Speaking of a need to... to what? To help this wretched creature? It looked... sad? Was that what the angel was seeing?

“I can.” The voice not as sharp as before, not as sure. 

“I can. I will if I so choose.” 

Uncertain now, the spell of blue eyes and white feathers, of fine features and pale, sea green skin, working into him, curling around... was that his heart? After all these millennia in darkness, in hell and alone unless it took by force? The demon crawled in closer, confused to find his captive not recoiling now. 

Clawed fingers pushed upward along the smooth sweep of a birdlike wing, the angel’s sweet whimper like music to his ears. 

“What’s your name?” the demon grumbled, eyes affixed permanently to his own leaf green fingers as they dug into and between the downy softness.

“M- Michaelangelo.”

“Michael Angel Hole?” The demon smirked, amused.

A small giggle. Hesitant. It should not have been funny, but it was. The demon was frightening to behold, his size almost double the angel’s own, the eyes as dark and cold as night but then... that smile. From out of nowhere, that smile, infectious as it was unexpected, causing the young one’s heart to beat in a rhythm that could not be ignored, could not be denied.

“No,” the winged being smiled, another tiny laugh. “Michael-an-gel-o.” 

“Michaelangelo.” The demon’s head cocked to one side as he repeated the name, admired the smile. He might give up his life if it meant more of that light shone upon him. 

Light. Since when had he wanted that?

“Do I amuse you?”

The angel had no time to answer, instead shrinking back against the wall as another being appeared at the cave’s mouth. Similar to it’s demon captor, but smaller in stature. This one had brighter eyes, they glimmered in the evening light, and the angel could just make out purplish veiny streaks marking the olive skin around them.

Low light. Evening light. The sun was setting and the angel was trapped in this cave. In the forbidden lands. With two demons. 

It shuddered, whimpered, curled back into a tight ball, pulling the net around it as if it were a comforting blanket. 

Chapter Three

Pale purple smoke curled off of the second demon’s skin, soft tendrils of it twisting and writhing in air. The intruder brushed at it with slender, clawed fingers, as though he could dust it off of himself. He stepped forward, approaching the first demon, causing him to growl low in his throat.

“Stay back.” A warning. “This is mine.”

“Hm?” Copper-hued eyes flicked toward Michaelangelo’s cowering form, blinked. 

“Oh-ho. You’ve caught treasure. So that’s why you’ve been away all day.” 

The smaller demon’s eyes now raked the body of the larger, as if examining him. 

“You’re not burned.” 

It gestured to the leaf green skin, the arc of shell as the other crouched near the angel, but not touching it. 

“You managed to dodge the sun?” Eyes flicked to the captive. “For that?”

Instantly the larger demon rose to his feet, stepped to the smaller until chest nearly bumped beak. Coal black eyes rimmed with indigo streaks stared downward, fire and ice at once. 

“THAT. IS MINE.” A crooked finger jutted toward the netted creature, possessively. 

“Were you not the nosy fool that you are, Donatello, you’d not be burned either. Why have you even left your cave to come here, in daylight?”

Brows knitted, crooked, the shoulders of the one called Donatello lifted, uncaring for the prowess and power the larger displayed. Blue eyes were riveted to it though, peeking between feathers and fingers at the sight. 

“You were gone a long time. I got... curious.” 

Again the shining eyes flicked toward Michaelangelo, inquisitive. 

“What are you going to do with it anyway, Leonardo? The usual?”

A small gasp at the name. Not only was the heavenly creature captive to these forbidden beings, but oh, that name. That name was legend in the angel’s realm. The one for whom many had fallen... No wonder the small being was powerless to resist coming here, watching this one, as great and terrible as it knew his power to be. That power was already at work, drawing the angel in like moth to flame! 

Too late... too late. It’s heart thundered in it’s ears, the spell working powerfully, drawing it closer to it’s captor, causing the angel to crawl on it’s knees toward him. The spell! The spell of the name, of the prowess of him, the size, the jet black orbs, the toned skin and muscled body...

The fearsome demon noticed, turned away from the smaller one, ignoring him.

“You are looking at me more now than before, Michaelangelo.” Still raspy, but somehow smooth as silk, the voice seemed to wrap around the angel like ropes, drawing it nearer to it’s captor, nearer, nearer. 

Did Leonardo know of his legend, of the power he possessed over angels like the one he’d captured and brought here? Did he know how weak the mere mention of his name would render them, the dark magic of his evil charm and the sinister ways it would work on light-beings such as this?

“Yes.” 

Small and timid the voice came, the net shrugging away from sea green shoulders as the head rose, blue eyes as infinite as the sky itself trembling as they met the coal black ones. 

“Please r- release me.” Less timid the voice came, wings unfolding slowly, slowly, revealing more of the soft skin, the fair limbs.

“For I am yours.”  

The angel’s head cocked to one side, the small smile growing, the spell complete. Evil had it’s ways of working. It always did. 

“Take me.”

Donatello’s ears pricked at this, the smaller demon’s head cocked to one side as a crooked grin started, spread across his face. 

“Ohh... it knows you.”

Pleased, Leonardo grinned as well, nodded once. 

“I’m not surprised.”

He studied the crawling angel, licked his lip. Bent to untie the ropes, a tremor running over the lithe captive as the net slipped away.

“Take me.” The voice soft, begging. The tell-tale bulge between it’s legs growing.

“It’s male,” the lesser demon observed, amused. 

Copper eyes raked the angel’s body, prying, staring uninvited at the sensitive flesh that began to peek just there. A gnarled hand reached between his own legs, began to stroke slowly as the demon Donatello watched the angel’s hypnotized crawl.

“Yes,” rasped the larger demon, a hand moving similarly on his own body. 

Dark, hooded eyes flicked toward the eager onlooker, and Leonardo hissed in disapproval. 

“Keep that hand to yourself. Unless I permit otherwise.”

Michaelangelo seemed to hear none of this, his eyes darkening as he crawled, drawn by the spell of the legendary demon, body moving like rusted clockwork, stiff and jerking. 

Swift, so swift and fast the demon was upon him, barely a sigh and leaf green arms wrapped the angel’s middle. 

“Take me,” the words fell soft as rain from the sea green lips. “Please take me.” Again and again, pleading, a mantra.

Tails curled together, the demon set the angel upon his lap, hands and lips stroking the sweet flesh wherever he could touch. Willingly, easily, wings and legs spread, delicate toes curling as they contacted the larger creature’s strong knees, Michaelangelo making his captor’s lap a home, a sanctuary.

“Take me,” he trembled, mewled, almost prayed, “I’m yours. L- Leonardo~!” 

“Of courrrsse...” the demon rasped, jagged teeth and forked tongue raking the virgin flesh at the angel’s neck. “You are mine. But you have only just begun to belong to me, haven’t you?” 

In a flash the silvery teeth dug into the sea green flesh, the wings lifting as liquid fire danced through them. Feathers spread as the angel’s shoulders pressed into the demon’s chest, the legs spreading further, the smaller body trembling, uncontrolled, in fear and yet in invitation as well.

Michaelangelo’s soft gasp was sweet music to Leonardo’s ears, ecstasy twisting in the larger creature’s gut, causing a numbness, a blindness to all around him. Nothing existed but the gorgeous thing in his arms, the light-being his sole possession, his one desire.

The possessive demon didn’t even seem to care that Donatello had approached, and now sat beside the two, luminescent eyes flickering as his head cocked this way and that. A crooked, clawed finger moved toward the angel’s sensitive flesh as it began to present itself.

“Come out come out wherever you are,” the purple-veined demon singsonged. “Come out to play with us, little angel.” 

He giggled as Michaelangelo gasped, trembling hard as his cock emerged, tall and proud, small as it was, and fully erect. 

“Ahh there you are.” 

The bent finger strummed a sensitive vein, caught a pearly droplet of liquid as it emerged from the pink tip of Michaelangelo’s swollen member. The demon’s other hand grabbed and yanked as a child with a new toy at the angel’s outspread wing, causing him to gasp in pain.

“He doesn’t like that!” Leonardo hissed, coming back to himself finally, teeth pulling from the smaller creature’s neck as his own cock began to show at last. “If you’ll not touch correctly, I’ll see that you don’t touch at all!” 

“I want to touch,” the smaller demon shrugged, releasing the wing in favor of stroking a sea green thigh. “Share.” The hand moved upward, drawing a churr from the angel as his claws raked along the bare ribcage. 

Michaelangelo’s fingers twined with Leonardo’s, his body angling to brush his entry against the demon’s large, throbbing manhood, begging for contact.

“Take me...” he moaned, fully lost in pleasure. “I belong to you.”

“You do,” the demon Leonardo cooed, his silken voice seeming to surround the angel on all sides at once. “You do.” 

“He’s ready.” 

The smaller demon licked his lip, hands moving to disentangle the tails of the other two, fingers deftly working them apart. HIs eyes twinkled lasciviously, the gap-toothed grin nearly splitting his face, glee washing over him at what was about to happen next. 

“Go on.” 

“You needn’t tell me.” 

Leonardo’s voice took on a deeper timbre, his rumbling churr resonating in his chest, vibrating into and through the smaller creature as he bent over him. He held in a breath, let it out slowly as he pushed, inch by inch into the angel’s welcoming entry, causing the winged one’s whimpered pleas to twist into a blissful cry. 

“Yesss, sweet angel,” the demon purred, arms curling around the smaller being as he lowered him to the cave floor, buried himself to the hilt inside the welcoming velvet heat. Expertly, Leonardo’s clawed hand curled around the young one’s turgid, needy cock, pumping it in rhythm with each powerful thrust. The angel’s fingers dug into the damp earth, scrabbling for purchase, body arched and pressed tightly to the one behind it.

“Treasure,” the smaller demon rasped, unabashedly pleasuring himself as he watched the display before him. “You’ve scored another one, big brother.” He cocked his head to one side, blinked as he caught his lip in his teeth, giggling. “Share?”

Mouth agape, breath coming in ragged puffs against the neck of his prize, the larger demon nodded in agreement. “P- pleasure him.” 

A command, an order, galvanizing the lesser demon to action. Donatello knew this move well, had watched Leonardo’s methods of seduction enough times to know the superior demon’s favorite positions and what would come next. As soon as the larger demon hauled the angel upward, spread the young creature’s knees across his lap to take him vertically, Donatello’s mouth was in place on Michaelangelo’s cock. 

The angel’s head tossed, lolled against Leonardo’s shoulder, his body open and exposed to all that the demon pair might do to him. Gone were his cares, his fears. No longer did he remember the lofted realm from whence he came, his game of hide and seek as he gazed upon the magnificent creature that now owned him, body and soul. 

Teeth gritted, the young angel thrust in earnest into the moist heat at his crotch, bucked wildly to welcome more of the rigid intrusion into his rear. Moments seemed like eternities though only seconds passed before his lithe little body spasmed, shook, tumbling over into orgasm. 

So many cardinal sins broken in one heated instance, and yet the angel couldn’t even begin to care, so lost in pleasure and dark magic was he.

At once the angelic cry was met with a duet of twisted growls, the pair of demons both reaching their own completion, having fully sated themselves on the body and essence of the light being. 

Cool mud in the near-dark of the cave floor would serve as bedding for the trio, limbs entangled as they drifted off to slumber. The strong, muscled arms of Leonardo held the small angel tightly, possessing him entirely. The lighter touch of Donatello staked its claim as well, gently stroking the sea green skin until sleep took it’s own hold.

By morning light there would be an offering of pink flowers, carefully laid out in a circle. A gift in the shape of a halo, for endless ocean eyes to behold. And the smile that would light the cherubic face at that would speak of eternity to the demon pair. 

An angel fallen. Among demons to live. Earthbound to stay.

Forever.