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“You've got to be kidding me...” 
“I wish I would be kidding, Ekeriel, but apparently, someone thought of it as  funny 
  to bother us with a gigantic cat.” 
Ekeriel and Manuel, both black winged males and disciples of Azrael, were standing in front of the most enormous cat they ever had seen. Well, 'cat' was something they usually had associated with small and cuddly furballs, but that here was everything but a cuddly furballs. Rather a killing machine on six paws. 
Exactly there, and in many more aspects, they had a problem with just shooing the cat out. It wasn't exactly easy to do that with a cat being twice the size of a liger, and looking like it was able to swallow them without bothering to chew. 
“So, we are supposed to keep the fluffball entertained.” Manuel shuddered lightly, his feathers bristling at the thought of occupying such a beast's attention. That was exactly his imagination of a good day. 
“Apparently, your father thought that it would be the right job for us.” Ekeriel had cocked his head to one side, giving the cat an intent look. “And I have to admit, he has a  very 
  dark sense of humor.” 
“You're not telling me anything new, you know.” Manuel sighed, scratching the side of his neck. “Though I got no clue how the Hell we are supposed to handle such a monster.” 
“I heard he let it chew on some disciples not obeying him.” 
“Well surprise. My father happens to be one of the most merciless warriors of Hell. You think it would bother him if the kitten chewed on my leg?” 
“In all honesty, no. I think he rather would see it as a fitting mean to discipline you.” 
“I rest my case.” Manuel shrugged then, approaching the demonic cat. “Well, at least it's not growling at us, and hasn't attempted to pounce on us and abuse any of us as chewtoy.” 
“Wait, so you didn't feel insulted just now?” 
“Why should I? I know that my father is a pretty heartless bastard most of the time, so there is no reason for me to be sad about it. That's all I have to say in this matter.” 
Ekeriel sighed, rolling his eyes and muttering something under his breath which could be counted as a curse. He had lived through some pretty weird situations already (and there were a lot things weirder than a  monster 
  kitten), but that was topping it off pretty much. He would have assumed that Manuel would immediately try to defend his father, but no such thing had happened. What an odd family indeed... 
“Does the kitten have a name?” 
Manuel gave Ekeriel a clearly confused look. “Why would you bother with something like that?” 
“Well, look closer, Manu. The kitten wears a collar, and there's something attached to it. But it just happens to have laid a paw over it.” 
Manuel shook his head, but then took a closer look and saw the faint shimmer beneath the sinewy paw. Swallowing, he then glanced up at the shimmering emerald eyes of the demonic cat. Why did he have the feeling that he knew who was lurking beneath the black fur and what seemed to be tons of muscles? 
“Not meaning to sound strange, Eki, but I think I know who this is.” 
“So? Care to share your opinion about who this is?” 
“You know, we have heard a lot about this certain clan, and I wouldn't be surprised if, you know...” 
“Wait. You don't actually mean to say that you are referring to  that 
  clan? Manu, you better explain more carefully, or I swear I will annoy you to death.” 
“Yes, I'm meaning exactly that clan. The Seiphar Clan. You have to admit they would be just the right family for such extraordinary kittens.” 
At that, the demonic cat uttered a growling sound, which Manuel (as he didn't know how to explain it any better) counted as a very strange, throaty laughter. He didn't dare to laugh along, though. He was a little too suspicious around the cat to dare that much already.  If 
 , and only  if 
 , he was right with his assumption, then he might consider a little cuddling. 
Carefully stepping closer, Manuel ran a hand along the demonic cat's side. The muscles felt hard, almost like steel, but they weren't flexing yet. He didn't want to imagine how it had to feel when being pounced by this giant, much less how it felt when those fangs would tear into a body and... 
“Hey, Manuel, are you trying to not piss your pants?” 
Manuel growled inwardly and shot a glare at the group of black winged angels standing a little away from them. They didn't dare to approach, of course. Too much demonic cat lounging there. Ekeriel had dared to step closer, however, and now was petting along the other side of the currently pretty calm beast. 
It was odd to touch the black fur, or to feel how the muscles were twitching lightly. As it seemed, the taunting of the angels was angering the demonic cat, for what reason ever. But he guessed that with how they spread their wings, they were giving the cat enough of a reason to consider and pounce those brats. 
For the moment, it was more important to be showered in affection, as it seemed. A deep, rumbling sound came from the big beast, making Ekeriel snicker and Manuel relax against the massive body. The other black wings were feeling ignored, but that bothered none of the three. They could go play dead, for all they cared. 
But as black wings generally were incorrigible, they of course made the mistake to come too close for the demon cat's likings. A low growling, and the beast rose, glaring at the by now shuddering death angels in front of it. They may were feared fighters and known for their stamina, but confronted with a cat of such dimensions, they were nothing but sparrows. 
“I knew it.” Ekeriel sighed, stretching lightly and petting along the demon cat's impressive muscles. “They are outdoing themselves with their stupidity once more.” 
Manuel snickered, shrugging lightly. “Their fault if they think they have to play with fire.” 
“More likely with an angry kitten, if you ask me.” 
“Careful, Eki, I don't think that 'kitten' will be amused to hear that.” 
Ekeriel was safe for now, as the demon cat was fully focused on the by now retreating death angels. Two pairs of green eyes rested on the group, two long bony tails whipping around, and the six paws leaving deep scratches in the underground. Judging after how much strength radiated from this beast, Manuel was convinced that even granite would have been turned into a formidable scratching post for the monster cat. 
Before the shuddering angels could flee, the demon cat suddenly roared in anger and lunged forward. Manuel's and Ekeriel's jaws dropped at how agile the beast was, not to mention how easily it swept some of the black wings off their feet. Not to mention that the scratches it left on them were painful to even look at. 
“I see that Felix is having fun.” Azrael had appeared just behind Ekeriel and Manuel, making the two of them flinch. “I guess you were the only ones not provoking him?” 
“So that really is one of the Seiphars?” Manuel still looked shocked, and overall not too convinced. 
“Sure it is one of them. Or would you think that  any 
  other demon in Hell would take on such a shape?” 
“Rather not.” Manuel shuddered at the sounds of breaking bones and tearing flesh. “Currently, I'm just glad that I'm not Felix's toy.” 
“They were stupid enough to taunt him, then. Ah well, that's one of the first lessons they will learn with Felix. Never provoke a giant demon, or you'll regret it.” 
Manuel snickered quietly, turning towards his father fully and giving Azrael a questioning look. “So, you plan on keeping Felix as some sort of training device?” 
“You could say so, yes.” Azrael was more focused on how Felix sliced up the death angels than on anything else. “And I have to say that I might have made the best decision in quite some time. Like this, they are better prepared... though I have to admit that Felix is overdoing it a little bit.” 
“No mercy in war.” Ekeriel snickered, taking a gulp from a beer bottle. “They better pray the demon cat isn't hungry after the training.” 
“Please.” Azrael rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “Felix still has some taste. He wouldn't go for such awful meat.” 
Manuel tried his best to not laugh. It wasn't funny to see how the other angels got smashed by a cat beast, but his father's so flat comment just made him burst. Even if it was pretty cruel to say something like that, he couldn't help but to laugh. Ekeriel soon enough was supporting him, cackling along. 
The 'training' went on for what seemed to be hours, until Azrael whistled shortly and pulled Felix's attention on him.  Most of the death angels were scattered all over the training area, groaning and holding deep wounds. It wouldn't kill them, merely render them useless for quite some time. But as it was pretty calm at the moment, there was no problem with the 'losses'. 
Felix made a snorting sound, letting go of the death angel he had been chewing on and slowly approaching the Reaper. Manuel stood a little back, Ekeriel following his example, as the beast stopped in front of Azrael. Felix was smeared with blood, and generally looked even more menacing than with his current demonic form. 
“I have to say, you improved once more.” Azrael extended a hand, stroking along the demon cat's jaw. A low, rumbling purr came from the beast's throat. “You are soaking up that demonic energy faster than anyone I ever witnessed.” 
Manuel swallowed, glancing around. So, if Felix was absorbing this energy, would that mean he could grow stronger still? He already was  ridiculously 
  powerful, seeing how easily he had defeated the death angels. They weren't weak in any respect. Azrael's thorough training and disciplining had turned them into the strongest force of Hell, able to match the legions of Heaven. Felix's power, however, seemed to be rooted somewhere else. Somewhere not even the hellish forces would dare to go. 
Azrael stroke along the blood smeared fur, tugging at the heavy leather collar lightly. “I hope you haven't been chewing on them too much? I don't have the nerve of picking angel sinews out of your maw again.” 
Felix snorted into Azrael's face, shaking his head and tearing himself away from the Reaper. He obviously didn't like to be handled like that at all, not to mention that he had enough of fighting for the day. If he didn't watch out, he tended to absorb too much energy – and that had really nasty side effects. 
“Question.” Ekeriel had come up besides them, not yet staggering despite the fact he had drunk quite some alcohol. “How the Hell is a Seiphar involved into all of this? I heard of the saying that 'There's a Seiphar behind everything', but this is ridiculous.” 
“I would watch your tongue if I was you, Ekeriel.” Azrael sneered coldly, scratching behind a twitching cat ear. “The Seiphars are our closest and most loyal allies. They are ensuring that Hell has a firm grip on the world, and that we always have to say something in the matters of the whole balance story.” 
“I  know. 
  I just was wondering about the  why 
 .” Ekeriel huffed, taking another huge gulp. “I mean to say that it's ridiculous to really find a Seiphar in every damned matter between Heaven and Hell. Even if only one side is involved, they seem to be everywhere.” 
“You haven't forgotten that they have been around for quite a while, have you?” 
“I know that, too. Still, how is it possible they are everywhere? It's almost like they want to give everyone paranoia.” 
Ekeriel really should have watched his tongue, because in the next moment, he found himself pinned to the ground, a massive paw resting on his lower half, and a quite angered beast above him. Felix's fangs were bared, and even in his mildly drunk state, Ekeriel realized that he had gotten himself neck deep into trouble. 
Manuel sighed, smirking down on the pinned angel. “You know, Eki, I'm not too good with manners either. But I wouldn't ever make the mistake to start blabbering about the Seiphars like that.” 
Ekeriel huffed, trying to get the paw off him, but failing to accomplish anything more than an angered growling. “Ever heard of  fun 
 , dammit?!” 
“Ever heard the Seiphars aren't too happy about being ridiculed? They have enough problems already.” 
“Fine, fine, I get it already! Now get this beast off me!” 
“Won't be happening, Eki. You got yourself into this mess, you can get yourself out of it, too.” 
Manuel snickered to himself as he stepped back to his father's side, watching how Ekeriel cursed beneath Felix's paw and tried to squirm away from the demon cat. The fallen angel could try all he wanted, he wouldn't get the beast to move even an inch. With just a little more pressure and claws, Felix could have ripped the angel in half. Not the best scenario to think about. 
“Would you please get off me, kitten? I don't have the time to play with you.” 
And apparently, Felix was not willing to let go of Ekeriel. The big cat merely settled down, keeping the paw on Ekeriel's lower half and still watching him intently. The fact that Felix had two pairs of eyes in this form didn't help at all. It merely increased the creepy factor. Maybe 
 , he should have considered the following: Felix was a very big cat, and he was seeing Ekeriel as some sort of annoying rat. If he would have stopped squirming around and played dead instead, he would have gotten out of this mess much earlier. 
Like this, however, it went on for two hours before Felix got tired of the game. The big cat yawned, curling up and releasing the, by now sobered up, angel. Huffing and shaking out his hurting wings, Ekeriel joined Manuel and Azrael on the ranks around the training area. They hadn't helped him, as to be awaited.  Not one 
  of the many death angels around would ever help out of some fit of affection or anything like that. 
The first of the many death angels having gotten attacked limped over to them. One of the very rare females, Julia, and she looked pretty beaten up still. Felix had bitten down on her leg, which out of some damned wonder had stayed attached to her body. Even just a little more pressure, and it would neatly have come off. 
“So the kitten is catnapping now.” Julia drew in a sharp breath as she lowered herself on the ranks next to Ekeriel. “Now I see why you better not taunt this monster.” 
“You had the bad luck of standing in Felix's way?” Azrael was obviously quite amused, making Julia blush in shame. “You should watch out who your allies should be in battle. One of the many lessons you can learn from Felix.” 
“I have learned that much, true.” Julia muttered, eyes cast on the ground and staying there. “I apologize for my failure, Master.” 
“You don't need to apologize.” Azrael's tone wasn't forgiving, but rather harsh and dismissive. “The only thing  you 
  need to do is improve your performance, if you don't want to end as kitten treat.” 
“Yes, Master.” Julia kept her head bowed, her wings slack and splaying against the ranks lightly. “I will be sure to do better next time.” 
She was used to the harsh tone Azrael would use when talking to his disciples. He never made any difference, not even with his son. Manuel didn't have it any easier in training; he rather was going through a harder time than the others, and had to be accordingly good to make his father proud. In this regard, she didn't envy him at all. She could imagine it was close to impossible to satisfy Azrael's wishes. 
Bit by bit, the other death angels filled into the ranks, muttering and hissing amongst each other. Felix was sleeping peacefully in the training area, sometimes twitching with a paw. The sight was something utterly strange. Three pairs of legs, two pairs of eyes, and the two tails consisting of nothing but vertebrae... 
“Hey, is that Azazel down there?” 
“I believe it's him!” 
“Wait, isn't he in one of his unstable phases again?” 
The muttering of the others around them alarmed Julia, and she looked down at the training grounds. There was no doubt, that indeed was Azazel. The infamous former healer, who had suffered from a mental breakdown and now was sedated most of the time. He had his lucid moments, but at the moment, he had one of his rather intense phases. And he was approaching Felix. 
Julia wanted to jump up and rush down to keep Azazel away, but two things were preventing it from happening. One being that Azazel was dangerous, to everyone around him, when he was in such an unbalanced state, and two, Azrael had closed his hand around her wrist. If that wasn't a very clear sign, then nothing would help any longer. 
“Master, we  have 
  to keep them away from each other!” 
“And why would you think of that as necessary? We both know that Azazel is too dangerous to play with. The kitten should know that much.” 
“And what if Azazel-” 
“It's  enough 
 .” Azrael's tone had taken on this ice cold quality making everyone shudder. “They will handle this situation. Sit down, and enjoy the show for a change.” 
Julia reluctantly relaxed back into her seat again, chewing on her lower lip nervously. She couldn't understand how Azrael could stay this relaxed and completely cool about the situation. Azazel and Felix in his demonic form, such a setup screamed for something going horribly wrong. She just had to look at what Azazel had done to his own wings to know why this could go wrong. 
A long time ago, Azazel had been a perfectly sane angel. Fallen, and known for his healer abilities, he had been one of the most important persons in Hell next to Samael, their currently only healer. One day, however, Azazel seemed to have angered someone, or simply gotten on their nerves. They never had found out what had happened in the first place. 
The story had gone on with Azazel being transferred to the Death Angel Academy, where he had to go through a horrible time. With being a natural healer, Azazel wasn't cut to be confronted with so much agony up close. Julia didn't know about the details, only about the big impact it had on the healer's life. Azazel was shoved over the edge of insanity, and in a first fit of madness had replaced some of his primaries with  blades 
 . 
After that, Azazel never recovered. Most of the time, he had to be sedated, to not hurt himself again. There were rumors around that one time, he even tried to cut off his own wings. Even small injuries on those sensitive limbs caused unbearable pain, so none of them wanted to imagine how far Azazel had fallen into insanity to do something like that to himself. 
The blades shimmered in the surreal light as Azazel slowly approached the sleeping pile of fur, muscles and demonic energy. Felix stirred lightly, most possibly because of the constant metallic smell coming from Azazel. One eye opened, and a low, annoyed huff came from the demon cat. Julia bit down on her lower lip, having to force herself to not look away. She couldn't show weakness again. Not so soon after her defeat. 
“Seems like they are not on too good terms with each other right away.” Azrael was chuckling, shaking his head. “Little wonder. Azazel sees everything as a threat, if it's not Luc or Ash.” 
“Master, do you really think they will...  fight 
 ?” 
“It has been a while since Azazel fought for his life, but I assume he would dare to attack the demon cat. He didn't show any fear towards me either. Only pure hatred.” 
Julia bit back a comment on that. She knew about this fact, too. Azrael had been playing the main role in Azazel's breakdown, and consequently was the former healer's most despised object. According to Azrael's behavior, it didn't bother the Reaper in the least. He rather was looking forward to the possible fight. 
Silence had fallen as the healer had stopped in about the middle of the training grounds, head slightly cocked to one side, eyes on the demonic cat. Felix had merely lifted his head a little, green eyes all on Azazel. From the cat's body language, however, Julia could tell that Felix was readying himself to jump at Azazel. 
As Felix finally jumped, everything happened in a flash. Julia had jumped up to her feet and wanted to yell at Azazel to get the Hell away from Felix, but the words got stuck in her throat. Instead of the giant demon cat, a small and completely normal black cat had landed just a few inches away from Azazel and now was purring and rubbing itself against the confused angel's legs. 
“I can't believe it...” Julia huffed, lowering herself again and shaking her head. “What in Hel's name is going on here?” 
“I think this is just the breather before Azazel will have some sliced kitten for breakfast.”  
“I don't think he would do something like that, Master...” 
“You don't know what Azazel is capable of. He might have been a healer once, but, well.  Once 
  is far in the past. Azazel has become more dangerous than me, in several respects.” 
Julia shuddered lightly, casting a glance at Azrael. What was he up to anyway? It couldn't be that he was waiting for Azazel to just cut Felix up or do something else to the shape-shifter, which most likely would involve blood and guts. Considering Azazel's unstable mind, however, she doubted that he would make a difference between scary and cute. 
Everyone was holding their breath as Azazel slowly crouched down, at first merely staring at the small creature daring to ignore anything like danger coming from him. Head still tilted to one side, he seemed to be pondering on picking up the cat, or rather to give back some of the attention. Julia was nervously chewing on her lower lip while she was watching. There was only such a little distance between Felix and Azazel's blades... 
The sudden, high-pitched sound startled everyone, even Azrael flinched lightly. Azazel suddenly snatched up the cat, and instead of doing something unmentionable to it, he  hugged 
  it close and began petting it. There were some disappointed murmurs and disbelieving gasps, which about summed up the feelings welling up in Julia. What in the name of all virgins...? 
“That was surprising.” Azrael had leaned forward, his wings spread slightly, but without any signs he would join Azazel and Felix. “I didn't think that the old raven would like cats that much. Luc will be overjoyed.” 
Azazel had sat down in the sandy underground, fully focused on the bundle of happily purring cat in his arms. He felt all lucid and stable, sifting his fingertips through the silky fur over and over again. Felix couldn't have objected at that; he was purring and squirming around, to give Azazel all of himself to be petted and generally showered in attention. 
“There you are, Az. I was wondering already.” 
Lucifer had followed the former healer, which caused quite some of the death angels to focus their attention on the Ruler of Hell. Azrael huffed, shaking his head to himself. He had known that Luc wouldn't let Azazel wander off for too long. After all, there were certain responsibilities to be kept up. Making sure that Azazel was locked up for his own and the safety of everyone else was one of them. 
“Hello there, Felix. I see that you have tamed our ferocious angel.” Lucifer snickered, running one hand over Felix's back. “And chewed up some death angels just before.” 
Felix mewed softly, nudging his small head against Lucifer's hand. Usually, he didn't like the Ruler of Hell too much, but in such cases, when being mollified by Azazel's undivided attention, he could allow the Morningstar to pet him like that. 
Azazel smiled happily, scratching along the squirming cat's lower back. It had been some time since he had experienced one of his more lucid and aware moments. To know that a bundle of happily purring cat could trigger such a phase was something giving him a little hope. Maybe there was at least a partly effective cure for his condition? 
“We should go back now, Az, old friend.” Lucifer gently grasped Azazel's arm, pulling the angel with him. “You had me all worried when I couldn't find you.” 
“Sorry, Luc.” Azazel looked up from his pleasurable task of scratching along Felix's spine, looking honestly apologetic. “I guess my episode made me wander around again, huh.” 
“Yes, but now it's over. Thanks to our little kitten friend here.”  
“But he will have to leave again, right?” 
“That's true, Az, but don't worry. I will make sure I'll get you a kitten for the time without Felix.” 
The angel nodded slowly, petting along Felix's fur with a quite lost expression on his face. He didn't want to fall back into his usual confusion again, into this swirl dragging him right between insanity and something worse than having lost his mind. It was relieving to be clear for a change, and he didn't want it to end any time soon. 
“Wow, you had quite a show here.” 
Everyone raised their heads as a fire demon had stepped into the training area, giving the blood traces and general evidence of fight and destruction an oddly fascinated look. Only after a long while, he noticed the others' bewildered expressions, grinning from one ear to the other. 
“I was just wondering where the kitty-cat wandered off to. That's all.” 
Felix mewed at the fire demon, purring as Azazel began petting along the shape-shifter's back once more. “And who might you be?” 
“Pardon my rudeness. Askir, fire demon, and happening to be Felix's boyfriend.” 
“Now that is a surprise. You voluntarily associated with one of the Seiphar Clan? Without your life being endangered?” 
Before Askir could say anything about that, Felix had begun to hiss and only could be calmed down by the excessive attention he got from Azazel. Lucifer chuckled at how moody Felix was, but he then turned towards the fire demon again. Felix's boyfriend, that sounded a little wrong in some ways. Which surely was to be blamed on Felix being a cat most of the time. 
Even if Askir had introduced himself as Felix's boyfriend, and didn't look like he had come to the Academy to have a friendly chat, he made no move to peel the bundle of purring cat out of Azazel's arms. He was all too aware of who he was dealing with, so there was  absolutely 
  no way he would draw Azazel's anger upon him. 
Azazel sighed, looking quite sad as he casted a look at Lucifer. “I have to give him back, right?” 
“I fear so, Az. But no worries, I think that Felix might come to visit you occasionally.” 
“That would be very nice of him.” Azazel smiled happily, nuzzling his nose into the black fur and taking a deep, relieved breath. “Well then, I don't want to keep you away from your demon for too long. Not that he gets angry with me.” 
Felix uttered some happy purrs, his paw resting against Azazel's shoulder as he stretched his small cat body and nudged his head against Azazel's temple. Inwardly, the angel shuddered and melted, which made Lucifer chuckle lightly. It was odd to see the usually so uncontrolled man all soft and smiling in presence of this small bundle. 
Askir ruffled the shape-shifter as soon as Felix had hopped over into his arms, where Felix went from cute to fighting mode in less than two seconds. The fire demon had to wrestle with the cat in order to not get his fingers nibbled off, which caused Azazel to laugh. There was nothing quite like a cute cat to forget about problems and worries... 
After having bid farewell to Lucifer and Azazel, Askir pretty soon returned to the quieter parts of Hell, still with Felix in his arms. “You know, you could take on your human form again. Just suggesting.” 
“Fine, there you go. I was getting a little sore anyway. Azazel has a pretty tight hug.” 
Askir grinned at the tall male having appeared instead of the cat. Felix, in his full human glory, albeit with his clothes still on. Shape-shifters often had the problem that they couldn't quite pull their garments through the transformation process. Felix, however, had been born with this ability, and up to this day had mastered his metamorphosis in every respect. 
Shimmering green eyes with a still quite cat-like streak fixated on Askir, who was trying his best not to grin like mad. Felix had, just to entertain the fire demon a little, kept a long bony tail and big cat ears, a mixed form he only recently had learned to achieve and control. Admittedly, Askir thought of it as both cute and sexy. Even for a demon, it was  highly 
  uncommon to have such a special relationship. Not that he was complaining, oh no. 
Askir reached out, scratching along Felix's ears lightly. Of course, the shape-shifter immediately began to purr, nudging his head against the wonderfully scratching fingertips. No matter in which form, Felix always kept great parts of his cat-like behavior and his human behavior alike. Something which could lead to quite strange situations, which the fire demon had learned to appreciate. 
“I got a happy kitten here?”  
“Shut up and scratch a little higher... I got an itch behind the ear.” 
“I didn't know I was degraded to your personal brush.” 
“That's not a degradation. It's an  honor 
 .” 
The fire demon shrugged, picking up Felix and giving his backside a good squeeze. Even when knowing there was quite some cat in the other, he loved to toy with the shape-shifter. And not only toy, but also play in the really good way. According to Felix's grin, which could easily rival the Cheshire Cat, he was totally up for that. 
“After slaughter and cuddling, you want to have some playtime? What a greedy cat you are.” 
“You know me, Askir. Too much energy and all of that. I have to get rid of it, if you don't want to get your ass chewed off by a bored demon cat.” 
“You wouldn't want to chew  my 
  ass off, kitten. I still need it, and would dearly miss it if you would bite it off.” 
“If you keep on talking instead of  acting 
 , then I might as well immediately bite a good deal off.” 
Askir laughed at that, squeezing Felix shortly and getting a protesting hiss out of the other. Fine, he had understood the hint (subtle as it was). Pressing a deep kiss on Felix's lips, he kept the other close while making his way towards his home. He could have hurried up a little more, but that would have meant he would have to stop kissing Felix all the while. 
Only as they had closed the door behind them, Felix got off Askir's arms, even if just to more or less rip the fire demon's shirt off. Askir growled playfully, returning the favor and stroking the flat of his palm along Felix's back. All muscles and sinews, with only a very few softer parts. The training Felix got every day was paying off for sure. 
“You want to get on top of me today?” Askir was snickering and had Felix pinned against the wall. “Or should I take good care of you?” 
“However you like it better.” Felix uttered a purring sound, biting on Askir's neck playfully. “I don't mind either way. I just want to get rid of the last bits of energy.” 
“Then I might want to take my time to play with my kitty-cat.” 
“How about if you cut the sweet talk a little shorter and instead get to act a little more?” 
At such a suggestion, the fire demon could only grab Felix tightly and kiss him greedily. They didn't get to see each other too often, as Felix had quite some obligations. Being part of one of the most powerful clans in history wasn't all fun and games. It entailed a damned lot of duties and dangers. Nothing which Felix couldn't handle, though. 
Askir's hand soon enough cupped Felix's backside, giving it a good squeeze. Firm and untouched for a whole while, that was how he liked it best. Navigating into the bedroom turned out to be more difficult than he would have thought, but with quite some patience (which they were slowly, but surely running out of), they managed to finally topple over into the soft sheets. 
Immediately, Askir's hand were trailing all along Felix's body, taking in the texture and firmness of muscles beneath his fingers. Felix grinned down on him, brushing through his fire red hair and toying with some strands. Askir could have rubbed himself down with catnip, and it wouldn't have made much of a difference. He just  loved 
  this demon. 
“Has been some time since we properly played, hasn't it.” 
“Just because the Abarays decided to go ugly on us and unleash half of Heaven's angels on us.” 
“My poor, poor kitty-cat. I think I should kiss it better. Where are you hurting the most?” 
“I think you already know that, Askir.” 
Grinning back up at Felix, Askir began trailing his lips down along the middle of Felix's chest, taking in the scent and taste of the other with visible delight. Felix's hands were rubbing along his shoulders and upper arms, pleasantly warm even against his skin. The fire demon left a short, soft nip above Felix's ribs, then licked down to the shape-shifter's abdomen. 
All the while he was kissing and nipping on Felix's skin, Askir's ears were tuned in to catch every gasp, every quiet noise of pleasure Felix was making. And there were many of those delicious noises to be heard. Whenever he hit a quite sensitive spot, Felix twitched and gasped out, sounding more and more breathless the closer he got to the other's navel. 
Only as one hand tugged on him lightly, Askir looked up at Felix. The shape-shifter was looking like he had just run for miles, his face reddened and his eyes shimmering slightly. Askir smirked, kissing the twitching skin briefly and nuzzling into the shuddering lower body. 
“This greedy already, kitten?” 
“You're not any better, Askir. It has been almost a month since we had time for ourselves.” 
How very true indeed. The fire demon kissed Felix's skin apologetically, smirking then as he nipped along the shape-shifter's hipbone. He just would have needed to tug down the pants a little, and he would have gotten to his prize. But not yet, he wanted to enjoy this as much as somehow possible. Who knew how soon they would get such an opportunity again? 
“Don't just tease...” Felix's pleading whisper make Askir shudder lightly, as well as look up to him. “It has been such a long time, and you still will take it  this 
  slow?” 
“I don't want to hurry it too much either.” Askir left some more soft kisses on Felix's skin, tugging lightly at the other's pants. “We should enjoy the moment as long as we somehow can.” 
Felix sighed, but smiled down at the fire demon and nodded. As eager as he was, he had to admit he wouldn't want it to be hurried too much. He had a feeling that soon enough, he would be drowning in work again, so there was nothing to be said against taking it slow and with delight. 
Askir's long fingers came up to slowly unbutton Felix's pants, tugging them down just enough to bare the shape-shifter a little. It was all too obvious that Felix was on the best way of being fully hard, a quite prominent bulge already having formed in his underwear. Askir smirked, nipping along it teasingly and startling Felix lightly. Ah, he just loved this cat streak about Felix. 
Goosebumps rose along Felix's body as Askir gripped the fabric of his underwear lightly, pulling it down with his teeth. Unable to watch the fire demon, Felix leaned back his head and tried to keep his breathing calm and controlled, which was close to impossible. Alright, it rather was  completely 
  impossible to keep calm with the fire demon teasing him like that. 
His eyes resting on Felix, Askir began to softly lave his tongue against the other male's member, his hands settling with gripping the shape-shifter's waist lightly. Soon enough, he got small begging noises out of Felix, grinning inwardly at how eager and almost desperate his boyfriend was. Then again, he wasn't too subtle with his reaction either. His body just happened to block the view on this quite obvious evidence. 
One of Felix's hands came up to grasp the pillow tightly, his breathing becoming a little louder as Askir began to nip on him gently, never aiming to hurt, though. With the sharp canines the fire demon possessed, it could have gotten painful faster than he would have thought, but he kept in mind that Felix wasn't just anyone. He was his special one, the reason for him having waited such a long time. 
“Feeling good, my love?” 
“Yes... don't stop, Askir, it feels amazing.” 
“Heh, I'm just getting started. And I'm not an incubus. Should I feel worried or flattered now?” 
“How about if you just keep on doing your thing and don't worry about that?” 
Admittedly, Askir was impressed Felix still had gotten that out. Judging the shape-shifter's intense reactions, he would have assumed that Felix was already beyond logic and just had gone incoherent. But apparently, he wasn't doing a good enough job for that to happen already. Therefore, the fire demon bowed down again to wrap his lips around the tip of Felix's organ tightly. 
Felix drew in a sharp gasp as he felt how the heat slowly swallowed him up. A low, pleading sound came from his mouth, his panting growing more intense with Askir swallowing him deeper down. It was a wonder he could keep himself from just releasing already, given how desperately his body was yearning for relief. 
The fire demon was oblivious to Felix's state for now. He was more occupied with not choking on the length he took in, shuddering lightly as Felix made a slight, bucking motion. Askir definitely felt that it had been a while since they had gotten this close and intimate, otherwise he wouldn't have been experiencing slight trouble with keeping Felix down. 
“Askir... s-stop for a moment...” 
“What is it, kitten? Was I too rough?” 
Felix snorted, pulling the fire demon higher and wrapping his arms around Askir's neck to keep him in place. “Don't be silly. I just have the feeling you were teasing me more than usually.” 
“Really now. Funny, I had the impression I was doing everything like we normally do it.” 
“Maybe that's the problem.” 
Felix squirmed out of Askir's grip, and before the fire demon could protest, he had flipped them over. A quite strange position for the fire demon, but he wouldn't object. Not if he had Felix taking care of him. 
A hungry, unsteady groan came from the fire demon as Felix dipped his head down, a surprisingly cool and soft tongue laving against Askir's skin. Felix's fingers quickly had worked on opening button and zipper of the demon's pants, brushing them down carelessly and leaving soft nips every time he bowed his head down again. The long thin tail was playing around restlessly, almost like a pendulum. Soon enough, it would be twitching and giving away just how much Felix enjoyed being with the fire demon. 
“How...” Askir huffed, smirking down at Felix. “How can you be such a huge  tease 
 ?” 
“I learned from you.” Felix smirked, his canines showing. “And I have to admit that you are damned good.” 
“Any more praise, and my ego will explode long before I want it to.” 
“Shut your mouth and just enjoy it, Askir.” 
Before the fire demon could add yet another taunt, Felix had buried his face between Askir's thighs once more, sucking the hard member in and teasing it with long, pleasurable strokes of his tongue against the skin. Askir groaned, his hands mindlessly playing with Felix's hair and cat ears. If he didn't watch out, he would end up grasping Felix hard enough to make the cuddly kitten go killer mode on him. 
Luckily, his mind seemed to somehow be aware of the danger, therefore he never tugged too hard at Felix. He definitely didn't want something like killer cat mode to happen as long as Felix had his mouth wrapped around him. It would just have needed a little more pressure, and the mess and pain would have been perfect. Perfect to turn him into a whimpering bundle cursing his own stupidity. 
“Felix, w-will you stop teasing already, dammit...” Askir exhaled deeply, trying to keep his calm. “I swear I'm  this 
  close to just pouncing you and taking you hard.” 
“Won't be happening today, my dear fire demon. It has been much too long since I have been on top.” 
Askir swallowed thickly, but not out of fear of being dominated. No, it rather was this raspy, heated tone having accompanied Felix's promise. Was a shape-shifter even supposed to sound like that? Ah, to Hell with that. He had entirely different worries at the moment, so he would have to take the risk of giving Felix full control. But he was pretty sure he wouldn't regret it. 
Before he even considered penetrating the fire demon, Felix reached out and over to the nightstand, grabbing the lube off it. Askir managed to suppress a relieved sigh. He hadn't really assumed that Felix would do it without preparation. If he had given the other that impression, he most possibly would have ended up without satisfaction and without Felix for about a month. But, lucky him, he knew how to handle his big mean cat. 
Leaning up on his forearms, he watched how Felix took his time to prepare both himself and Askir. The fire demon's breath hitched lightly as a finger with cool lube pressed against his backside. It wasn't like he was completely inexperienced there. It was more likely the anticipation of doing it with Felix that made him tense up slightly. 
“Relax, Askir. I'm not going to bite you. Not hard, at least.” 
“Well thanks, kitten, that  really 
  helps right now.” 
“Don't be so sarcastic.” Felix chuckled, pressing the finger in slowly and causing Askir to tremble and gasp. “I won't be able to do anything as long as you are too tense.” 
Only reluctantly, Askir could get himself to enjoy the sensation of cold lube. Thanks to his body temperature, it didn't stay cold for a long time, though. Felix chuckled lightly, nipping on Askir's jaw lightly. That was much better. Like that, it could work out. 
“Ready for some fun?” 
“I have been waiting all the time, Felix.” Askir had huffed lightly, and now was smirking in a clearly provoking manner. “Come on, show me what a big mean kitten you are.” 
With a short, sharp bite, Felix shut the fire demon up, before grinding up against the other male's backside. Askir's breath caught lightly in his throat, his chest twitching with how strongly his heart began to pulse. Without ever hurrying up too much, Felix pressed closer, allowing their bodies to accommodate slowly. No need to hurt the one he loved, was there? 
Askir shuddered and groaned deeply as Felix ground up into him, his vision blurring slightly at the sensation of being filled and stretched like that. It definitely had been quite some time since the last occasion, and damn, it was hurting a little. But with how gentle Felix was being, it was somewhat bearable. Even if it gave him a rather uncomfortable feeling for the moment. 
The shape-shifter bowed down, nipping on Askir's neck lightly as he moved slightly, trying to find out how the fire demon was feeling with being penetrated. According to the sudden jerk and sharp gasping, he had hit a pleasant spot, and that, of course, had to be taken advantage of. 
Askir tilted his head back into the pillows, gasping and writhing beneath Felix as the raven-head slowly picked up his pace, working into the shuddering body beneath him. The fire demon's fingernails dug into Felix's arms lightly, making him flinch and hiss lightly. His inner cat demanded revenge for that, but he wouldn't allow such a thing to happen. Not now, not in this kind of situation. 
“D-Damn, Felix...” Askir's speech was slurred and almost incoherent between the soft noises of excitement he was making. “I... completely forgot...” 
“Sh sh... don't talk now...” 
Felix bowed down to seal Askir's mouth with a kiss, in the course pressing the other's backside firmly into his pelvis. The fire demon wanted to protest, but the accompanying shift and the wave of white-hot euphoria flooding him both shut him up pretty effectively. He went slack beneath Felix, shuddering, though still trying to grasp at the other. It was pretty useless, though. Askir couldn't quite anchor himself any longer. 
The fire demon wrapped his limbs tightly around Felix, groaning helplessly as he felt himself growing close. Barely any time had passed, and he was already this close. But was it that much of a surprise? He had been waiting for this far too long, and surely wouldn't hold back just because something like 'pride' wanted to keep him from it. Pride had nothing to do with this. 
Felix's teasingly lapping tongue caused Askir to utter more sounds of protest. The fire demon hadn't noticed he had started to drool, his saliva sliding down his chin. Felix wasn't quite in control any longer either, biting down on Askir's shoulder multiple times. That left some nice, slightly bleeding (and later on surely bruising) marks, which the fire demon couldn't protest against. 
They both cried out quietly as Felix gave the fire demon one last and quite powerful thrust, both of their minds whitening out momentarily. Only as they had sunk down into the by now quite messy sheets, they could slowly peel themselves out of their daze. 
“Damn... you surely are a little beast.” 
“Stop flattering me, Askir.” 
The fire demon chuckled, keeping Felix close and not allowing the shape-shifter to move the slightest bit. “Can't I compliment you once without you being suspicious about it already?” 
“Well, complimenting is something different for sure.” 
Uttering a quiet sound of approval, the fire demon allowed Felix to rest against him, having to catch his breath again first. Damn, that had been better than he would have thought. And while they slowly were drifting off to sleep, the fire demon's mind was already working on how their next meeting should be like. 
 
 
 Text: Anna Knaus, a.k.a. Robin White All rights reserved. Publication Date: June 4th 2012 https://www.bookrix.com/-robinwhite