The angel felt so<i>exposed</i>. He turned his head away, squeezing his eyes shut tight. His teeth dug into his bottom lip, effectively cutting off the beautiful noises. He managed to speak. "Fuck- off-!" he felt the demons eyes devouring him. The hidden tattoo where his skin had yet to be exposed pulsed. Immediatly the angel went weak, eyes rolling back in pleasure.<br/><br/>Holy<i>fuck</i>.<br/><br/>He trembled, going weak at the knees. He knew the tattoo could be used against him- it was a sin charm, the mark of a defiled angel- but he gadnt known it could do<i>that. </i>He remembered being told to strictly cover it. If the one who had taken his purity before touched it, he would control the angels nerves. Pain or pleasure, the tattoo was the gateway to hell for an angel.<br/><br/>despite that knowledge, he wanted more.