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jeriendhalThe start of an In Nomine fic with Andre, Fluerity, and a guest. NC-17 for language, torture, drug use, and non-consensual sexual situations.
Fleurity lit up a toke and took a long draw, as he examined the naked, chained figure in front of them. "He's not gonna get out of that, is he?" The stone lined room was deep under Andre's Brothel, below even the chambers reserved for those souls who thought they didn't get enough abuse from just walking the streets.
Andre laughed, his voice high pitched and grating. "Those will shackles could hold Michael. This little over-ambitious Cherub isn't going anywhere." The Prince of Lust was morphed today into something... well it looked almost female, or maybe it was a really pretty guy, or something in between. Crap, you'd think I'd be able to get a better buzz off this shit so I wouldn't have to worry about it, Fluerity mused, and took another hit.
He reached over and ground out the toke in the prisoner's ear. The Cherub twisted his head away, moaning in pain, the drugs not quite cleared out of his system enough to wake up. The shackles holding the Cherub off the floor were already red from the blood running from his wrists, but they looked tight enough that there would be no slipping out of them.
Andre made a tch-ing noise, and blew the glowing embers from the prisoner's ear. He stroked the Cherub's genitals. The prisoner tried to twist away again, but the Prince of Lust tightened his grip, and suddenly the Cherub awakened with a start. The prisoner's eyes widened as he realized where he was, and who had captured him.
"Hello, Christopher," Andre crooned, stroking the Cherub Archangel's hair, "we're going to have such fun together."
Fleurity lit up a toke and took a long draw, as he examined the naked, chained figure in front of them. "He's not gonna get out of that, is he?" The stone lined room was deep under Andre's Brothel, below even the chambers reserved for those souls who thought they didn't get enough abuse from just walking the streets.
Andre laughed, his voice high pitched and grating. "Those will shackles could hold Michael. This little over-ambitious Cherub isn't going anywhere." The Prince of Lust was morphed today into something... well it looked almost female, or maybe it was a really pretty guy, or something in between. Crap, you'd think I'd be able to get a better buzz off this shit so I wouldn't have to worry about it, Fluerity mused, and took another hit.
He reached over and ground out the toke in the prisoner's ear. The Cherub twisted his head away, moaning in pain, the drugs not quite cleared out of his system enough to wake up. The shackles holding the Cherub off the floor were already red from the blood running from his wrists, but they looked tight enough that there would be no slipping out of them.
Andre made a tch-ing noise, and blew the glowing embers from the prisoner's ear. He stroked the Cherub's genitals. The prisoner tried to twist away again, but the Prince of Lust tightened his grip, and suddenly the Cherub awakened with a start. The prisoner's eyes widened as he realized where he was, and who had captured him.
"Hello, Christopher," Andre crooned, stroking the Cherub Archangel's hair, "we're going to have such fun together."
