#aziphem

[demondamage]

Starvation

The meat taunted him.

A large steak, even if it was just cow, taunted him from its place only a fingers brush outside of his reach. So close, if he could just get the iron chains to budge just an inch-

But iron never had pity for him.

Besides, with his jaw wired shut through the bone, it wasn’t like he could eat anything. Not that that stopped the drooling, bloody saliva seeping out of the gaps in the metal stitches. It stung, accompanying the pull every movement caused. But nothing dulled the feeling of his insides chewing themselves to bits.

Demons needed to eat. To consume. To Destroy. That was their nature of course and he had never chose to fight that. To starve was worse than death, it was to destroy ones self until only a husk was left.

The truly starved never came back the same, no matter how much they ate.

It was day 7 of the bastard angel’s starvation test and Aziphem’s body was already changing. His ribs were more prominent. Muscle was gnawed away to keep power to his body. His eyes had started to dull and his horns peel. Everything was giving away to hunger and the smell of that meat.

[deaddemondonteat]

Anesthesia

Playing with the way Ko becomes enamored with Aziphem, seeing a bond forming through sex. I think Ko sees it as an opportunity for control and also a way to connect.

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Waking up was always the worst. A thick layer of cobwebbed confusion settled over Aziphem’s mind as he faded back into reality from the hell dreams of anesthetic sleep. Thick blankets covered his body, the only restraints on him and yet he still couldn't move. Pain from his abdomen stitches held him still.

“Oh my sweet little demon.” Hands touched Aziphem, warm and ungloved. They rested on his back, rubbing gentle little circles.

It almost felt good.

A small cry escaped Aziphem's lips as those hands, slender yet strong, lifted him like it was nothing. Starvation gnawed on his bones, leaving him skinny and light enough to be placed on Ko’s lap. The anesthetic hardly dampened the pain, but it left him woozy enough not to care too much.

“There there- this is much nicer isn’t it.” Sickly sweet affection pulsed in Ko’s words as he pulled Aziphem into his chest. The angel smelled of alcohol. Nothing good happened when Ko was drunk. He had been less and less reserved around them having sex, fingering him regularly to ‘prepare’ him. Prepare him for what? Aziphem didn’t want to know and yet had the sinking feeling he was about to find out.

Ko kissed softly at Aziphem’s head, mouthing around the base of his horns and into the shaved part of his hair. The anesthetic made movement sluggish, but Aziphem tried to catch the angel in his horns- to no avail.

“Oh don’t be that way when I am being nice.” Ko sighed, pushing Aziphem down onto his chest. “You’re safe with me.”

“Yourrrgonna- again-”

“Do what little demon?” A playful smirk as if Ko already knew.

“Wearnnt- havin sex-”

“Why not?”

The words hung in the air. If Aziphem was more sober he would have felt the fear in his stomach. Instead he just felt confusion.

“Yousaid- it was a mistake.”

“And yet- you have been better for me. This level of intimacy forms a bond.” Ko gently began to massage Aziphem’s shoulders. “And what better time than when you are… relaxed?”

“Im fucking- not good.” 

“Then let me make you feel good.”

That brought a sobering jolt of fear and yet Aziphem failed to form a coherent enough thought to protest as his legs were spread to straddle Ko. A zip, shuffling of clothes, and skin on skin contact. Ko’s cock rested between his legs, sliding against his soft lips. 

“Nnno-” Aziphem tried to pull himself off, only to slide to the side and be returned to his position by Ko. The angel undid his top and pressed Aziphem up against his skin. 

“This is nice isn’t it? You must be so touch starved in that lab all day.” Ko ground against Aziphem, sliding his cock through his folds yet not entering him. “This will help our bond.

“Don- wannofucgin bond.” Aziphem tried weakly and faltered, pressing into Ko,

“See? You collapse into me. You need me.” Ko lifted Aziphem, changing his angle to enter him.

The thrust was coring, piercing through Aziphem’s center and into his stomach. He groaned as whatever surgery had been done when he was under was jostled by the intrusion. He heaved and gripped the angel, trying not to puke. His guts moved sideways and he once again pressed into Ko’s chest. 

“N-n-no no-” his head was slipping sideways. Ko began to build rhythm, kissing his neck once again. Little nips teased the skin. Hand teased his clit and pulled pleasure out of the pain. He groaned and shuffled, trying to free himself and only yelped as he ground on the cock by accident. 

“You’re just a little addled.” Ko pulled Aziphem in to his lap and kissed passionately, the bourbon on his lips staining Aziphems. “I have you. I have you safe. You can enjoy this.” He pressed in to his clit and massaged as he fucked. 

And Aziphem hated that it worked. He groaned. Fought weakly. Tried biting. Only to be met with kisses and gentle touches and more pleasure on his sensitive clit.

“Ko please- I- I can’t- ah” He let out a breathy moan as he came, a dribble of squirt rolling down Ko’s cock. Thats what did it for the angel. Aziphem found himself on his back, hips lifted, pressed into the ground and being pounded as he screamed in - something. 

Not that the scream lasted long before Ko kissed it off his lips. 

The pace increased, aziphem digging his nails into Ko’s back as the angel ravaged him. Making out the whole time like it was true love. Everything delightful and painful. Stitches straining and head woozy. And with a stutter, it was over, hot and warm inside him. The angel pulled away and kissed again. 

“If I have to sedate you to keep you this way- so be it.”

[whump-queen]

I brought you a present ~

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[sunshiline-writes]

Chocolatería

I made a fluffy fanfic for Az @demondamage so he can feel better after surgery!! It includes Hot Chocolate and Az's Ocs! Warren and Aziphem. Its serious just comfort and fluff. Anyway! Hope this made Az feel better! __

The little demon was shaking next to the fire. As if the cold had bore into his very soul. Did.. people  (creatures?) like him have souls? Warren wrote in his notebook yet another question to ask Aziphem when he felt like talking. Would the question be answered? Probably not. Warren sighed, this was not something that he signed up for. But looking at Azzie sitting there by the fire, still shaking like a leaf, he couldn’t help but feel his heart wrench for him. It had taken him forever to just get him into the house, let alone accept a blanket or two from him. Warren wanted to give him at least a little bit of peace. Just a second where the demon felt safe. Genuinely safe. One thing at a time though. First things first, he had to get Azzie warm. The blankets and the fire wasn’t enough and the little thing was too damn stubborn to admit it. Warren thought for a moment before he thought of something. Then Warren was in the kitchen with a pot on the stove, pouring milk, pulling out a few packets of hot chocolate mix. Warren was smiling to himself, as he waited for the milk to heat up. 

“What are you doing, human?” Aziphems' voice rang out, quiet, a blanket curled over his shoulders, wrapping him up effectively. His dark eyes, even the third one on his forehead, watched him cautiously. There seemed to be a bit of fear in them, wariness. God what happened to him before Warren had found him broken outside in the forest. 

“I’m making you hot chocolate, to help you warm up,” Warren said slowly, he had planned for it to be a surprise but Aziphem had other plans. Aziphem stepped backwards, bearing his teeth at Warren. 

“I don’t need anything from you,” he said, growling. 

“I know that,” came the automatic, tired response. 

This seemed to be surprising to Aziphem, who frowned. Pursing his lips. “You.. You say you know, but then you continue giving me things,” he said, confused. “Remember our conversation about why I'm helping you? That I don’t have an ulterior motive? That I can’t take things from you because you’re so much stronger than me, and faster, and, you can totally rip me apart and-” 

Aziphem had a ghost of a smile on his face. 

“Ah you can smile. It’s cute,” he said, not really thinking about what he had said. 

There was a silence in the room as Warren blushed and turned back to the warm milk on the stove, throwing the mix into the pot and stirring it. He was so.. Stupid. Why did he just say that? 

“You’re blushing,” Aziphem helpfully pointed out, smirking. Warren rubbed his face with his hand, as if that would rub the blush from his skin. He sighed and grabbed two mugs from the cabinet. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Warren said, smiling at Azzi, trying to let him know that it was all in good fun. Gentle teasing. 

“Right, of course not,” Azzie played along, watching Warren tip the hot chocolate in the mugs, watching it steam. Azzie immediately went to snatch the mug and Warren stopped him with a whine. 

“Hold on Azzie! I haven’t even put in the best part!” Aziphem pouted and Warren smiled, going to look for the marshmallows. “I promise you’ll love it.” He cursed lightly in Spanish as he dug through the pantry. “I swear I have them.” Aziphem watched, slightly amused at the dumb human looking like he was going through an existential crisis about marshmallows. Then the man made an excited noise and raised his head, banging it on the top of the pantry with a low groan. “Ayyy,” he grumbled, one hand rubbing his head and the other clutching the marshmallows like his life depended on it. “Hey, hey! Don’t laugh, that hurt,” Warren said pouting. 

Azzie stayed quiet but there was still a smile on his face as he watched Warren grumpily make his way to the mugs, tearing open the bag and grabbing a handful. Placing that handful on the counter, then grabbing another handful of marshmallows splitting it in the chocolatey drink. Aziphem grabbed the handful of marshmallows and stuffed them in his mouth, chewing as Warren grabbed his own mug, leaning against the counter. 

He watched as Aziphem grabbed the other mug, holding it close to his chest as he peered into it. Whispering a quiet, “Thank you,” as he took a sip. 

How long had it been since he was shown kindness without expecting anything in return? The question burned in Warren's head as he took another sip of the hot chocolate. 

“There’s a word for this in Spanish you know,” Warren spoke, wanting for a second to fill the silence. Just for a moment. Aziphem looked up, eyes bright with the question. “It’s like when a group of people get together and have hot chocolate,” Warren paused and grinned, “Chocolatería.” 

“Choco..” Aziphem trailed off, the word hard on his tongue. 

“Latería,” Warren finished gently. 

“I’ll let you speak the Spanish here,” Aziphem said with a roll of his eyes, taking another sip of the chocolate. He had long ago stopped shaking. But he took the drink anyway. 

“Yeah, I think that’s best,” Warren said with a laugh. “Want to watch a movie?” “Sure.”

“Come on then Azzie.” 

They sat that night on the same couch, it was a step in the right direction. There was a stillness in the air that was comfortable and quiet. Warren couldn’t get Aziphems smile out of his head. He even went to bed thinking about it. Maybe he could help a little more than he thought. Little by little, step by step. 

Little by little, step by step. 

[demondamage]

Bandages

"You really are intent on getting those off aren’t you?”

Aziphem snapped up, teeth strung with strands of torn gauze. 

Ko sighed, rubbing his eyes.This was the third time he had caught the demon chewing on his bandages today. “You know I don’t like muzzling you. Can’t you leave well enough alone?”

Aziphem barred his teeth, clutching his now oozing hand to his chest. Red had begun to seep into the fresh wrappings, injury irritated from his gnawing. “It’s not fucking well enough.”

“I am fully aware you are unhappy with the stitches but the best way to fix that is to let them fucking heal-”

“It’s too tight.”

“Come again?” Ko cocked his head, looking Aziphem up and down.

“You wrap bandages too tight. They push into the stitches and make it hurt more.”

“And- you could not have told this to me?” Ko reached a hand out, pausing as Aziphem flinched away. “I could have fixed it.”

“Since when have you cared what I want?”

“Well you tend not to have the most- constructive ideas for your care.” Ko gently took the bleeding hand, pulling back the bandages to reveal agitated sutures. “I will gladly accommodate where I can.”

A moment of silence.

“Aziphem, would you like me to rewrap looser bandages?”

A weak nod.

“See? This is what working with me looks like.” Ko touched Aziphem’s hand gently. “You can work with me. We are a team in this.”

[demondamage]

Isolation

“Subject 011. Put on your blindfold.” Garbled. Indistinguishable. No idea who was speaking.

The room was white in its entirety; bedding, walls, floor, door, and- well there was nothing else was there. Even the lighting was neutral and diffuse, reducing shadows to a soft ambient occlusion. The black blindfold shoved through the small white slot was the only contrast.

“No.”

A pause, emphasizing the lack of sound. Even the lights were silent.

“011 this was not a request”

“I don’t give a fuck what it was you can shove it up your ass all the same.”

This time the mic didn’t cut out and Aziphem could hear the sigh. “011, it is in your best interest to comply.”

“I want Ko.” Aziphem hated the truth in those words. Fear chewed at his chest, the constant unknown. They had pulled him from his room in the dark, dragged him into this white room and left him for 3 days. And now they wanted him blind again. “Does he know where I am?”

“No.” No further explanation.

“He needs to know.” 

“No.”

“God fucking damn it don’t I belong to him or some shit?” Aziphem’s voice was panicked, grasping at straws. Ko was pain. Ko was torture. Ko was hell, but Ko was predictable.

“011 put on the blindfold.”

“I told you to shove it up your a-”

The room went black, as far contrasted from the white as possible. Sound filled the silence as invisible hands restrained him, forcing the blindfold across his face.

When the lights went back on Aziphem’s eyes could not see them, trapped in a blackness and weakly thrown to the floor.

Ko stepped away from the microphone, watching anxiously as his demon was manhandled. Aziphem was fragile for a demon, easily broken and these goons kept touching him-

As if on cue Aziphem let out a cry as fingers were stepped on. Ko cursed, striding into the room as the lights went on and pushing the meathead off of him. The little demon cradled his hand, not touching his blindfold. Good. He was a disobedient little shit but he was learning to listen.

Ko lifted the mic to his lips, voice coming out distorted. Not his. “Stay down.” 

“I want Ko.”

The words teased Ko’s ears, a smile pulling on his lips. Good. Yet he did not respond as he began to poke and prod at Aziphem, taking the readings he needed for his research.

3 days later when Aziphem was released, returned to his room, it took Ko so much effort to keep a straight face when the demon pushed him away. As if he had not been begging for him when he thought he had been abandoned.

[demondamage]

Recovery

He really was small.

Ko looked down at Aziphem’s crunched form, IV line running into his arm and oxygen mask strapped to his face. He knew he was awake of course, demons did not sleep. But it was if his body was too exhausted to pretend to be alive.

Ko ran a hand through Aziphems hair, down his back and over his distinct spine. Ivior had not fed him, no rest between experiments. Just pain after pain. 

Yet- to have someone else push Aziphem past his breaking point was… beneficial for him. It gave him the weakness he needed to bond with the demon.

Aziphem stirred underneath Ko’s hand, letting him touch his cheek. Ko brushed a strand of hair from his eyes and adjusted the air mask. 

Weakly Aziphem tried to pick himself up, pulling up into a sitting position and trying to get off the bed. He instantly crumpled and Ko caught him, shhing him softly. “Oh sweet little demon, it’s best you stay here.”

He placed him back upon the bed, allowing him to sit. Shakily Aziphem pulled at his IV, only to have ko pull his hand away. “No no. You need that.”

Aziphem glared up at Ko, pulling his mask aside to speak. “What are you doing to me Angel?”

“Helping you.” Ko said softly. “You need to recover. And I will be here every step of the way.”

[demondamage]

Injection

“And of course…” Ko removed his spit covered glove for a clean one. “The last of your new med routine. One mL of holy water.”

“That shit is meant to kill me. You want me dead angel?”

Ko sighed, pulling the liquid into his syringe. “No I do not. At this low of a dose it won’t kill you- you’ve survived much more. This is meant as a low grade suppressant.”

“It fucking burns me.”

“I am aware that this is uncomfortable.” Ko uncapped the needle. “Now I want to try this subcutaneously to start, would you prefer belly or leg?”

“I’d prefer you shoved it up your a-”

“Leg it is.” Ko gripped the restrained demon firmly, not giving in to the threats of biting and hissed curses. Placing one knee on each side of Aziphem’s leg, he pinned the appendage into place.

“Good. Now stay still for me.” He reassured over the hissing and thrashing of the demon.

The needle slid into the fat of Aziphem’s leg with the precision only years of practice could give, delivering it’s payload and retreating before Aziphem could do much more than scream.

“Well done.”

“FUCK YOU ANGEL IT BURNS.”

“Yes it will do that.” Ko sighed, gently rubbing the area. A white mark had begun to form, showing the holy water spreading and dissipating into Aziphem’s skin. “We will see if this is enough or if I need to up the dosage.