Fumbling Towards Ecstacy
This is more of that Sisyphus fucking wins" flavor, butone where he doesn't kill Gabriel right away. Rather, over the course of several years Sisyphus and Minos gradually sway him to Hell’s side during his time in captivity, eventually leading up to Gabe enjoying being prettied up and fucked. Anyways uh, the heads up is for the first half of this: Gabe is Sisyphus's prisoner and it's implied at the end that Sisyphus is going to hurt him for an offscreen escape attempt.
Super Bonus Day: Collaring
"Hmm, no insults today, Angel?"
"..."
"You're very lucky that it was Minos who caught you during your little escape attempt. If it had been me, you wouldn't have those wings anymore."
"..."
"I've still half-a-mind to rip them off of you." Gabriel's helm remains fixed on the smooth stone beneath his aching knees. In his peripherals, one of Hell's new rulers crouches before him. "It's not like you're going to need them anytime soon."
The archangel keeps his silence. Fiery rage still swirls within him like a storm, poisoning his gut with molten hot fury. But sheer exhaustion keeps it locked behind his spent voice, ragged from screaming and thrashing in hopeless anger all throughout the previous night.
Bloodied claws, crimson with the spilt blood of countless angels, grasp at the crown of his helm and jerk his head up. For a moment, he is blinded by radiant gold after sitting for so long in this darkness. Then his eyes adjust to find that Sisyphus has the gall to look amused, like Gabriel were merely being petulant rather than shaking with turbulent malcontent.
"You will look at me when I'm speaking to you, Angel." He scolds.
"Fuck you." He can barely speak through the shards of glass that have lodged themselves in his throat. "When the armies of The Father return, you will be but mere insects before its might!"
"There's the Gabriel I know." The prime soul chuckles. Gabriel belatedly notices he's holding something in his hand. "Would you like to hear how the fortifications in Lust are going, or should we get right to your punishment?"
He tries to snarl, but it dies somewhere behind his tongue when Sisyphus's massive hand closes around his throat. Gabriel braces for more pain, for his windpipe to be strangled beneath the warrior's merciless grip.
Instead there's a subtle click, and the weight of something heavy settling around his neck.
The Heaven-forged chains keeping him partway suspended off the floor, once intended to imprison the prime soul before him, begin to sway and shift. Then they are tugged, and Gabriel is further splayed outward until his muscles ache and groan from the force pulling at them.
"A good look for you." A single claw gently traces the rim of the thick leather collar. Just beyond the smirking warrior, Gabriel sees several Virtues (traitors, heretics, how could they?) drifting hastily towards the heavy doors of his prison. He hadn't even noticed them following Greed's king inside.
Sisyphus reaches behind him, and Gabriel hears the rattle of holy metal before it's hooked to something on the back of the collar. He is then released, but his head is kept tilted back, and his throat is exposed, bare, vulnerable.
"Now then," A straggling Virtue flies over them both, ducking through the exit as the doors begin to close with an ominous creak. Then they seal shut with a deafening slam, and the shadows of his prison surround him once more. There is no light, save for this mere facsimile of the sun making a show of cracking his knuckles.
"Let us begin."
"Gorgeous."
There are a whole slew of words Sisyphus wants to use to describe the sight before him, but he can only manage this one. For upon its utterance, his dick is squeezed with a shuddering throb. Hell's ruler watches it travel up the length of the archangel's arching spine.
Truthfully, 'gorgeous' did not even begin to cover it. Gabriel's hips continue their desperate dance atop Sisyphus's lap, rising up and down with increasing fervor. His wings, gold at the edges, bleeding into a vibrant magenta to complement the remaining blue at their bases, flutter as one of the prime soul's hands strokes gently along the top, tracing the runes and smoothing down the feathers there.
His gaze travels up from his bouncing ass, along the small of Gabriel's back, and to his tensing neck. Fit snugly around its width is an ornate collar, studded with fiery rubies and glittering opals. Greed's ruler gives the attached golden chain a firm pull with his other hand. Gabriel chokes on a moan, cunt clenching down once again.
"You're such a pretty thing." Sisyphus growls through the jolt that rocks him, He leans forward and roves his tongue along the flesh just below the choker and relishing in the gasp it tears from the other man. Salty sweat and the lingering, bitter taste of scented oils flood his senses; notes of water lilies beneath the heady aroma of myrrh. "Mmm, just like that, Angel."
As he trails kisses down to a broad, bare shoulder, his hand strays from the archangel's twitching wing to thumb at the jewel sitting in the hollow of Gabriel's throat. The massive sapphire glitters in the ambient light of the torches that ring the throne room.
"So good; you're doing so good." Sisyphus coos as he gives the chain another tug, this time to the side, and the rest of Gabriel's neck is bared for his tongue to greedily lave over.
"Please!" The archangel shouts mindlessly as Greed's king gently nips at his flesh, His pussy clamps down on the prime soul in a vice grip, prompting a moan from them both. "Sisyphus, please!"
"I gotchu, sweetheart." He pants, fingers dancing down the archangel's heaving body until they find his swollen, slick clit. "Good boy."
