Bite Sized Bits of Fic

The angel bleeds. He delights in the way the pale skin parts almost willingly beneath the scratch of his nails as he runs his fingertips in a series of seemingly random patterns across the creature's chest. The blood bubbles up in a stunning vibrancy, spilling over the shallow grooves to stain him red, and he is spellbound. He purrs at the sight and feels his hunger build as he watches the wounds heal themselves instantly. Fresh skin to replace the hurt and take all signs of distress away; he licks his lips, then licks at the chest and he moans again his delight. The angel turns his face from him and he grins,- teeth stained as red as his eyes,- as the angel lifts his eyes heavenwards and prays for his deliverance. He laughs then, reaching for the wings spread out behind him, and rejoicing in the way the angel screams just as prettily as he breathes. He is dazzled by the beauty in the pain and sends up a mocking prayer of thanks that he has been gifted with a toy even he will have trouble breaking.