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lemonpepperhawks · 5 years ago

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Prey for Me

Oh boi, I’m back. Dropped off the face of the Earth for a while, but it was only so I could become more depraved and thirsty.

Word Count: 4.2k

Summary: Your life is saved by a guardian angel, but you soon discover the hard way that even the most seemingly innocent beings can and do fall from grace.

Themes/Warnings: Smut; Yandere!Hawks; Fallen Angel!Hawks; Noncon/Dubcon; some stalker vibes; mentions of car accidents

You weren’t sure when or how it had all started. You could pinpoint the moment when you had actually become fully aware of it happening. But how long had this… person been following you before then?

As you reflected, you became aware of all kinds of little “coincidences” that had you wondering if this - whatever this was - had been going on for a lot longer than it was comfortable to think about. Lately, some of your mail had been showing up already opened. At first you had put that down to a nosy postman, but the opened letters were almost always mundane ones. Offers for credit cards that you would throw away as soon as you received them, mail-in surveys asking about your favorite brands of soap that you would never respond to. What kind of postman would be interested in that? Then there was the time when some gardening tools had gone missing from your shed, only to mysteriously reappear right back where you thought you had left them… five days later. And more and more often, when you went out in public, it had felt like someone was watching you. Not in a casual people-watching kind of way, but in a way that made you shiver to even think of. When had that feeling started? Weeks ago, you were sure.

All of these things, added on top of what happened today, had started to make this feel like something more than coincidence. You were shaken, and full of uncertainty.

Back up, you thought to yourself. What actually happened?

You had been saved from potential death this afternoon by a man who had tugged you out of the path of a speeding car. That’s all that happened. And yet… You couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more to it.

The way he had come out of nowhere. You had been walking on a deserted street, not just devoid of cars but of people too. The car that had almost hit you - that you could understand. Cars were machines, and they were built for speed. The road was curved. It made sense that you hadn’t seen the one that had come barrelling toward you, despite looking both ways as you started to cross the street. But that man - there was no way he could have just appeared like that. No way you could have not noticed him. He would have had to be following right behind you in order to react as quickly as he did - not only that, but he would have had to actually be standing in the street to be able to reach you. You would have seen someone as you looked around, especially someone so unusually close. It was almost as if he had reached through thin air to grab you.

Then there was the way that he had disappeared, just as suddenly. Sure, he could have just slipped into one of the storefronts while you were still reeling, trying to figure out what was even going on. But when you had looked, there were no swinging doors, no faces in the windows. And, more importantly, who would save someone’s life and then just run off, leaving them to wonder what happened?

You needed a nice, hot bath. You decided to lay there in the warmth until something made sense, or at least until the water got cold.

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Even after your long soak in the tub, you were still feeling jittery. It was late, and you knew you should be getting to bed. But the thought of that seemed impossible with how wound up you were. There was nothing to do but lay in the dark until exhaustion overtook you. Frowning, you closed your eyes and willed yourself to go to sleep. Maybe things would make more sense in the morning.

But then again…

You couldn’t stop your mind from wandering. The more you thought about it, the stranger everything seemed to become. Your memories kept flashing back to that moment when you had been pulled back, out of the path of that car. If you could talk to that driver, what would they say they had seen? A regular man? A shape hovering behind you and then darting away? Nothing?

Had it just been a gust of wind?

No, you were sure that wasn’t it. You had definitely felt a firm, strong hand on your shoulder - and a harsh yank backwards. That was no gust of wind.

But, come to think of it, what could you even say you had seen? As you thought back, you realized that you hadn’t actually seen anything. You were sure it had been a man who saved you, but you hadn’t even caught a glimpse of the person. Why did you feel so strongly that it had been a man? Why did that presence feel almost… familiar?

Your eyes shot open. The room was still dark, and swelteringly hot. A glass of water was what you needed; your throat felt parched. Not bothering with the light, you threw off your covers and started to feel your way over to the doorway.

You froze.

Something glinted in the corner of your room. A corner that should have been empty. Wild possibilities zoomed through your head. A murderer with a knife? The shiny tooth of a feral animal, ready to attack you in the dark? Some horrible, slimy creature who had slid out from your closet-

Stop it! That’s ridiculous.

You tried to steel your nerves. You groped for the lightswitch behind you, telling yourself that it was nothing. It had to be nothing. The switch flipped up and the room was bathed in light…

Standing in front of you was a man. Plain as day, he was perched in the corner of your room, a slightly confused expression on his face.

A look of horror was plastered on your own face. This was no normal man.

This man had wings.

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“Who the FUCK are you?!” you managed to scream. Your eyes felt like they were about to fall out of your head.

The man said nothing, but took a few steps toward you with his hands outstretched, a look of worry on his face. You had no means of escape. You were pressed right up against the door to your bedroom, and it opened inwards. There was no way to open it without taking a few steps toward the strange, winged man - and he was already quickly closing the distance between you.

“Stop!” you commanded. “D-don’t come any closer.”

“Please, don’t be afraid,” the man said gently.

He didn’t say anything else, and you weren’t sure how to respond, so you faced each other silently for a moment. The blood seemed to roar in your ears, and you wondered if he could hear your heartbeat as clearly as you were able to.

The man’s enormous wings stretched out behind him, and you noticed that they were an immaculate white - save for one small red feather tucked away near his left shoulder. He had stopped moving toward you, and you took a moment to look him over. He wore pants and a shirt made of the same simple but beautiful white linen. His face was youthful and seemed full of curiosity. His skin was radiant; he almost appeared to glow despite there already being a light on in the room.

Suddenly, it dawned on you.

“It’s you,” you murmured.

Even you weren’t entirely sure what you had meant by that, but the man didn’t look confused at all. He just smiled warmly, his golden eyes sparkling.

“But who… who are you?” you questioned.

“I’m yours,” he said simply, as if that answered anything.

You felt dizzy. You had to sit down. Stumbling, you made your way over to the bed. The man watched you intently - not interfering, just observing. Waves of realization started to wash over you.

“You’re… some kind of angel?”

“Yes,” he agreed, the soft smile never leaving his lips. “I suppose that would be your word for it.”

The two of you started at each other in silence again. Suddenly, your barely-avoided brush with death made a lot more sense. And yet, at the same time, nothing made any sense. Exhausted and at your wits end, you decided not to question it any more. Heck, maybe this was all a crazy dream. Maybe you really had been hit by that car, and this was you hallucinating while lying unconscious in a hospital bed.

“So… do you… have a name?” you questioned.

The man seemed to hesitate for a second, but then answered, his smile never faltering.

“Keigo.”

You let the name roll around in your head for a moment. Keigo. Not the kind of name you’d expect on an angel, but was there really anything that made sense about this? You were about to introduce yourself, then thought better of it.

“I already know your name,” said Keigo, as if reading your mind.

“Right…” you muttered. “Um, Keigo… thank you for saving me earlier?”

“Don’t mention it.”

Despite his words, he seemed to beam a little at your appreciation. Your eyes wandered again to his wings - they were hard to ignore - and you noticed a few more red feathers along the crest of one wing that you hadn’t seen before. Had those been there two minutes ago? They gave his wings the appearance of being splattered with blood.

Keigo seemed to take no notice of your discomfort. He just looked on at you pleasantly as you squirmed a little in your seat. Finally, he spoke.

“I’m sorry if I scared you earlier.” The slightest shadow of a frown scraped his lips. “I just wanted to make sure you’re alright now. It’s my job to look after you.”

He trailed off, and you found the courage to give him a sheepish smile. He was so innocent, so genuine in his words and demeanor. He probably had no idea how much it would frighten you to see a strange man crouching in the corner of your bedroom. He was just trying to do his job and look after you.

“Don’t worry about it,” you assured him. “And thank you, really. I appreciate your help… Keigo.”

His face lit up again at your mention of his name. You felt guilty thinking it, but you couldn’t help noticing how undeniably attractive he was. He had gorgeous blond hair and a chiseled jawline. You wondered if he knew how handsome he was. Angels probably weren’t supposed to think about that kind of stuff, you assumed.

Keigo shuffled a little closer to you, the tips of his wings brushing the floor. He stopped just in front of you, smile still beaming down.

“I have to go now, but… I’m glad I met you,” he said warmly. “Sleep tight; sweet dreams.”

You started to look up, to meet his eyes. But he was already gone.

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The next morning, you half expected Keigo to be sitting at your breakfast table. Instead, he was nowhere to be found. You had no idea where he had disappeared to. Was he still hanging around but just… invisible? Why had you even been able to see him in the first place?

Rather than drive yourself crazy with questions that would undoubtedly lead you down the path of existential crisis, you decided to just accept it and move on. Maybe it was all a weird dream.

Except it wasn’t. You could tell because now the feeling of being watched was becoming more and more frequent. At first, it was very bothersome, and you found yourself constantly looking over your shoulder only to be greeted by an empty room. You wished you could tell Keigo to knock it off, but shouting into your empty house would just make you feel like even more of a lunatic. After doing your best to ignore it for a few days, you had managed to all but forget the feeling was even there.

Unfortunately, this method also had its drawbacks, because it meant that when Keigo finally did show himself again, you were wholly unprepared.

Your eyes were closed as you stood underneath the stream of the shower, water dripping through your hair. The warmth was calming, and you allowed your mind to wander. Subtly, something seemed to change in the atmosphere, and you barely had time to open your eyes before your shower curtain was ripped aside.

“Hello!” exclaimed Keigo cheerfully.

He was standing in your bathroom. Standing naked in your bathroom, the steam billowing around his chiseled form.

“Keigo!!” you shouted.

It felt like your brain was short circuiting. You didn’t know whether you should try to cover up yourself or him. Water was pouring out of the shower, soaking your bath mat. You snatched up the plastic curtain and used it to cover your naked body. With the curtain bunched up to your chin, you peered out at the man before you, and tried to shield your eyes from seeing anything below his waist.

“Keigo, you can’t just sneak up on me in the shower!”

You desperately tried to keep your eyes pointed toward the ceiling. Keigo, evidently, had other plans. He flapped his wings until he was hovering a few feet off the bathroom floor, looking down into your flustered face.

Don’t look at his dick. Don’t look at his dick. Don’t look at his dick.

“I’m sorry,” he smiled. “I just wanted to spend some time with you. Isn’t it normal to bathe with people you’re close to?”

“Uhhh…”

It most certainly was not normal for you to shower with other people, no matter how close you were. Even more so if that person was a man who you had just barely met.

“It’s fine,” Keigo assured you. “We are like family.”

He started to step past the shower curtain to join you in the tub. Panicking, you pulled the curtain tighter and moved to block him.

“Keigo,” you corrected, “we’re not a family. I don’t even know you.”

He looked crestfallen for a moment, but quickly started smiling again. He looked so innocent; he probably had no idea what he was doing. You had no idea how you could explain to him how wrong this was. The exhilaration you felt at seeing his bare chest so close to you only made things feel all the more inappropriate.

“It’s fine,” Keigo repeated. “Because I love you.”

“W-we don’t know each other!”

“That’s not true,” Keigo insisted. “I know all about you. I was assigned to watch over you. I’ve watched and protected you, for months.”

You felt your stomach drop. Of course you knew all this, in the back of your mind - but there was something different about hearing him say it out loud. It felt more like an admission of guilt, somehow. Maybe because you were both standing naked in the shower; this whole thing felt like something that neither of you should be doing.

“Look, Keigo…” you started, trying to gather the courage to look him in the eyes. “Why don’t you wait for me outside? We can.. we can talk this over. I’m just very confused and overwhelmed by all this.”

Keigo considered for a moment.

“Okay,” he agreed. “I can wait for you, love.”

With that, he stepped out of the bathtub and left the room. Once alone, you almost collapsed against the wall. This was turning into a real problem.

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Part of you was praying that Keigo would just leave before you got out of the shower, saving you both the embarrassment of actually talking about what had happened. But as you walked into your bedroom in only a towel, you saw you had no such luck. Keigo was perched on the edge of your bed, still naked.

“Uhh, here.” You offered him the smaller towel you were using to dry your hair. “Why don’t you cover up a little?”

To your horror, instead of draping the towel across his lap, Keigo brought it to his face and inhaled deeply.

“Mm, you smell so nice,” he sighed.

“No!” You tried to calm yourself, to stop your voice from shaking. “No, that’s not what I-”

Rather than continue, you decided to just take the towel from him and position it yourself. Your heart beat a little faster as you got so close to him, your hands fluttering around his hips as you tried not to make contact with any sensitive areas.

“There.” You breathed a sigh of relief.

“You can get dressed if you want,” offered Keigo.

He shifted himself on the bed, causing the towel to slip down a little. You gave up on adjusting it and just hoped he wouldn’t move around too much.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea…” you ventured.

“You don’t have to be shy in front of me,” Keigo interrupted. “Like I said, I’ve been watching over you for a while, and-”

“Oooookay,” you stopped him. “I get it, Keigo!”

The man just smiled, unfazed. You groaned as you wondered how you could possibly talk to him about what you needed to say.

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“So, what did you want to talk about?” asked Keigo as he swung his legs.

You wished he would stay still. That poor towel was really in danger of falling off him. His bright eyes looked up at you as you stood awkwardly, wondering how to start. Taking a moment to collect your thoughts, your eyes drifted to look at the wings tucked neatly behind him.

They were about half white and half crimson now. Definitely a change from the last time you’d seen him; they had a mottled effect that was strangely beautiful and almost made you think of koi fish. Distracted, you sat down on the bed opposite him.

“Hey, why do your wings keep getting more red feathers?” you wondered.

A shadow seemed to cross Keigo’s face. You thought he wasn’t going to answer, but eventually he spoke in a low, muffled voice.

“I guess I’ve been doing a lot of stuff I shouldn’t, lately.”

You hadn’t expected that answer. It seemed to have dark connotations, and made you question your earlier assessment of him being too innocent to understand that what he was doing in the shower was wrong. You had assumed that an angelic being would not even be able to comprehend the idea of doing wrong. Weren’t they supposed to be perfect? A caricature of everything one should strive to be?

“They were mad that I saved you,” continued Keigo. “Said I wasn’t supposed to interfere, just guard you from evil.”

They? They who? And was he talking about that thing with the car?

“But how could I not interfere?” He was growing frustrated. “To let beauty like yours die - wouldn’t that be evil? It’s my job to protect you, so how could I not!?”

You were stunned into silence. Keigo had just revealed so much, and your head was swimming with the information. You watched him carefully. He sat in silence, staring with ferocity at nothing in particular.

“Can I ask you a question?” he turned to face you as he spoke.

“O-okay,” you agreed.

“Have you ever ‘made love?’”

Wow, what a question. Somehow Keigo managed to maintain his curious, innocent eyes while asking it, but now you wondered if it was just a facade.

“I...I’m not-” you stuttered.

You were no virgin, but you weren’t sure if you’d ever had a sexual encounter that could be called “making love.” The way Keigo had phrased that made it feel like there was real weight to the question. Had you ever had a connection that deep with anyone?

“I’m not sure,” you answered at last.

“I’m sure you can guess that I haven’t,” Keigo said softly. “But I wonder what it would feel like…”

Before you had time to react, Keigo was right in front of your face, and then he was pressing his lips to yours.

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Keigo’s mouth explored, his lips locking perfectly against yours. He brought a hand to your face, cupping your cheek in his impossibly soft palm. Your eyes were open wide from the shock of his sudden kiss, and you watched as his brow furrowed gently in concentration. He seemed to be savoring the taste of you - certainly a novel experience for him.

You were acutely aware of his nakedness as he pressed into you, flattening you against the bed. Any illusion of a chaste kiss was broken as you felt something hard pressing against your thigh, which was still covered - woefully inadequately - by your bath towel. Keigo broke the kiss to inhale loudly, and you realized that he had been holding his breath.

“P-please.” You took the brief respite as an opportunity to speak. “Please, let’s not do this; it’s wrong!”

“Don’t worry, love,” Keigo soothed. “It can’t be wrong, no matter what they say. We love each other.”

Keigo’s eyelids drooped as he moved forward to steal another kiss. You tried to squirm away from him, but the edge of your towel was caught under his knee.

“Please, Keigo! We don’t love each other!” you begged.

“Of course we do,” Keigo insisted. His arms wrapped around you, pinning you in place. Despite his slender build, he was frighteningly strong. “I love you so much.”

“I don’t love you. I don’t know you!”

“Don’t be silly,” Keigo chuckled. “Of course you love me; I saved your life. I sacrificed everything for you.”

Wings splayed out behind him, Keigo looked downright fearsome. His feathers were now far more crimson than white, and his eyes blazed like gold.

“There’s nothing to worry about,” he cooed, brushing a strand of still-damp hair out of your face before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “We’re going to seal our love, and then we can be together forever. Then, everything will be okay.”

Were you imagining things, or had the room gotten darker? No, you realized as you looked up at Keigo. Where before the man had radiated a soft glow of light, now he seemed to suck the light of the room in and exude darkness. You tried to protest, but Keigo’s lips were against yours again, stopping you from letting out anything but whimpers.

Keigo must have mistaken the sounds for pleasure, because he let out a soft moan and ground his hips into you. You could feel the length of his shaft pressing against you, harder every second.

“Your body is so beautiful,” murmured Keigo as he lifted himself up just enough to unfasten your towel. “I’ve spent eons watching over Earth, but no creature I’ve ever seen could compare to you.”

His words were sweet - sickeningly so. He held you so tightly you could barely move, and the weight of his body against your chest made it hard to breathe. You felt a twinge of excitement in your core, and scolded yourself - every part of you should have been screaming no, but your body had betrayed you. The way he held you made your heart pound in your chest. Even his scent was intoxicating.

Using a hand to guide himself, Keigo lined up with your entrance and pressed into you. It took a few moments to push himself fully in, your body being as unprepared as it was. Soon, though, you felt your walls growing slick around him, just from the feeling of being full. You cursed your uncooperative body, but couldn’t bring yourself to actually resist as Keigo gave a few shallow thrusts.

“Ah, wow,” he marveled, mouth agape. “This feels amazing.” You swore you could almost see his eyes roll back in his head as he continued to rock in and out of you, breathy little gasps leaving his lips. He was frustratingly gentle. The primal side of you screamed out for more friction. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer to you, trying to force his pelvis to rub against your sensitive spot. Part of your mind screamed in defiance. Everything about this was wrong; you shouldn’t be encouraging him. But the larger part of you had given into its carnal desires, consequences be damned.

Above you, Keigo was a picture of bliss. He used one hand to grab at your hips so he could grind into you from a different angle, groaning with every thrust.

“Mm, I love you so much,” Keigo moaned into your shoulder. He kissed you there lightly, then gave a surprisingly sharp bite. “So, so much. You’re all mine now.”

You needed more pressure, and squirmed desperately against him. His inexperience was obvious, but you couldn’t deny how hot it was just watching him enveloped with his own pleasure. A pang of guilt flashed through you at the thought, but it was quickly overwhelmed with lust as Keigo began to gasp your name. Too soon, you could feel him reach his climax. Keigo pressed into you as deeply as he could go, and your face grew hot at the lewd sounds he was making.

Had that really just happened?

You could feel your juices mixing with his, running down the inside of your thigh. Suddenly empty, you ached for him as he slipped out. It had definitely happened; this was all too real.

With a satisfied growl, Keigo flipped over onto his back, dragging you with him to rest against his chest. Your gaze roamed over him as he nestled into the pillows: eyes closed, lips set in a satisfied smile.

“Our love is forever,” he whispered, almost to himself.

Light danced across his bare skin before being swallowed up by his aura. Behind him, scarlet wings spread like blood.

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