~Black feathers

A/N: A belated B-day pressie for my precious Caidanu. Betaed by my beloved wifey Annieme. Inspired by something Lucifer told Dream in one of The Sandman books by Neil Gaiman.;)

****************************************Black Feathers~

The room smelled funny.

He had failed to notice it the day prior. But it really did. Almost like rotten eggs or raw chicken that had laid out in the heat for too long. He couldn’t really pinpoint it.. but whatever it was. It tasted funny, foul even.

He scrunched up his nose and turned over in the bed. Noticing that the room wasn’t as he remembered it either. It wasn’t the soft little heaven he had fallen asleep in. It was hard and uncomfortable. Small. Too small. His shoulder was lying just on the edge, while his other was pressed into a cold wall.

He blinked his tired eyes, fighting back the lingering drowsiness as he stretched his long limbs, letting out a content sigh when his joints popped. A loud yawn echoed off the walls as he sat up, groaning when the world took an extra spin around it’s axis just for his entertainment.

He took a minute to really cherish the feeling by bowing his head forward, resting it in his hands while he scratched his head.

His fingers felt colder against his scalp than they usual did. He couldn’t remember his fingers to ever feel this cold.

He sat like that, rubbing his temples, till the world stopped spinning;- till his fingers felt warmer.

He still didn’t feel like looking up and find out what world of shit he had managed to tangle himself into this time.

Could it be that crazy lady that had tried to adopt him, so that she could fuck him with her strap on, on a more regular basis?

Could it be that D/S master in search of a new pet? Gods.. Sai could still not understand how he had managed to get out of that one. He still had scars littered on his back from the man’s bullwhip.

Or maybe.. just maybe, it could be that so called doctor. Offering $1,200 for his kidney. He traced his fingers across his bare stomach, lingering over the spot where the doctor had pointed at. A sense of irrational relief brushing through his chest when the skin felt as smooth it always had.

He closed his eyes, sorting through all the possibilities. Cursing when he couldn’t remember who he went home with the day before. All he could remember was the soft bed, and the faint smell of flowers. Jasmines, maybe?

Problem was;

There was just too many loonies to pick from. Working as a hooker on the streets really didn’t provide the social interactions one would consider healthy. But Sai loved his work. There was something about the penis that could make him beg for more and more… no matter how it was delivered. Oral, anal…

Sai closed his eyes, smiling at the vanishing image of an erect penis before he cracked a kink in his neck as he tilted his head upwards, slowly.

‘All right.. here we go, all or nothing, opening eyes in 3-2-1-' “Oh look…ugly pipes.” He dipped back in the bed and let his skull hit the wall with a soft thud. Frowning when he felt no immediate pain.

He tried again, putting some effort in the falling back again. Ah, yes.. there it was. That little sting that shocked through his dense skull. “Stupid, stupid, stupid Sai..” Why was he so fucking stupid? Why did he stuff his nose full of dope and lord knows what other shit he got from his customers. Why? Couldn’t he just say no?

And good Lord, Why couldn’t they start putting a declaration of content on the fucking dope bags?

The boy Sai smiled and lay back down in the bed, knitting his fingers behind his head, staring at the old pipes above. He still didn’t feel like finding out if he really could just walk out of here. He honestly doubted it. The place had a distinct dungeon feel to it.

Especially with that rotting smell hanging so heavily in the air.

‘Stop being so damned pessimistic Sai and just… get up. Get up and take a look around. For all you know there could be a wide open door just over there at that wall to the right. Hah! For all you know, there can be a creep jerking of in the corner over there..’

Sai frowned at himself. ‘If there is a creep jerking off in that corner over there, then why can’t I hear him?’

“Good point… I dunno, maybe he is really quiet? Maybe he likes it dry?”

‘No.. there would definitely have been some panting even if he were the kind to like it dry….’ Sai cringed on his bed at that prospect. “Ouch… dick burns.” ‘Yeah, I sure hope he leaks enough precum to avoid that one..’

He turned around, curling slightly up, resting his head on an elbow. “Oh look.. a huge wooden door.. and look, it has bars in a little window in the middle. How fucking original.”

Sai could have sworn he heard someone chuckle. It could have been his inner self of course…

“Hello?”

He didn’t even know why he bothered.

He looked around, everything a bit tilted in his lying position. But basically it was…. Well, a dungeon more or less. A small room, empty. The walls painted in a color that looked more like mouse fur grey than anything else. The paint was peeling, little flecks of sky blue hidden beneath the second, or so, coat.

Someone had taken the time to peel away the paint on one of the walls, little by little. Letting a solitude sky blue, man shaped, figure decorate the otherwise bare wall . The figure was the size of a man, and he was just standing there, not doing anything , not really. But there was something friendly about him. At least it struck him as such. Yes, there was definitely something gentle about the figure, and one could see that the artist had used something really thin, probably just a fingernail or something to gently scrape out the faintest contours of wings. Sai took his time to appreciate the artwork. It was… beautiful. How the artist had managed to get shadows and details out as much as one can peeling away paint. Layer by layer.. Sai had no idea.

He got up and padded over to the angel. For that was what it was supposed to be- no doubt about it. And this close up, Sai could see the secret. There was a darker red outlining the shadows. Never touching the blue, just subtly mixed in with the grey.

A faint trickle made the boy lift his hand, and he looked in wonder as a small dribble of blood ran down from a wound on his finger, it almost looked like someone had bitten the tip of his finger. He frowned as a memory scraped at his mind. A memory of his finger gliding over the cold stone… creating darker lines against the grey. A dark haired angel beckoning to him.. wanting him to paint it. Bring it to life…


‘Did I do this?’


He touched the wall, feeling oddly disconnected as he traced the familiar outlining. It shouldn’t be familiar, but it was. It felt known…Yes, this could have very well been his art. Those dark eyes created by peeling paint and crimson blood staring at him from the cold concrete, they made his skin shiver.


He took a moment to let himself wonder how many days he had missed, before he went over to the door, just to confirm that, yes; it really was locked, and yes; he really had managed to get himself into a shit load of trouble.

… again.

Sai sighed, usually the creep of the month would have announced itself by now. (He absolutely refused to refer to it in any other manner than it.. since it would seriously fuck up his already too frail- human race trust issues if he referred to it as a person.)

But there was no one, nothing.. not even a sound. Only the echo of his own breath sounding in his ears.

“HEEEELLOOOOOOO?” He yelled it. Regretting that he had the moment the sound bounced back from the empty walls to rumble in his head.

Why was everything so loud today? And why, oh fucking why did the room seriously smell like rotten food, decomposing chicken.. yuck!

His body hurt, his head hurt, his fucking eyes hurt. Everything was too loud, and the light was too bright. He was hungry, cold and damned tired. And if it had been in his nature;- This would have been about the time he would have started feeling really freaked out.

But it wasn’t in his nature.

And unlike any normal boy, Sai didn’t feel horrified.

He didn’t really see the point in panicking yet. He still didn’t know where he was, why he was here, or how he had gotten here.

And he still didn’t know what the bad thing, hiding behind that thick wooden door, was.

So he just lay there, opting on resting on the cold cement floor, staring at the pipes instead of flailing around like some wannabe MacGyver trying to get out. He wouldn’t get out anyway. He had already tried the door, and the thing wasn’t budging.

He felt oddly detached. Like he was flowing through the room, not lying on the floor like he really was. He supposed it came from dehydration and lack of food. This funny feeling gathering in the soles of his feet and spreading to his ears… lifting his body. Like he was levitating. Floating above the hard floor. He was almost certain at one point, that he would be an inch away from the roof if he opened his eyes, so he kept them shut while concentrating on the floor until he could feel it cold and solid beneath his fingers again. First then; did he open his eyes and stare at the rusting pipes.

He laid there staring for a while longer, trying to hear if there was water running through them at the moment, but he heard nothing. So either he was in an empty house. Or.. the it who lived here hadn’t felt the need to use the water yet.

He just didn’t know…

And really.. that was the most depressing part. To not know. It is one thing to wait for something when you know when it’s coming.. One thing entirely else to wait for something, and not knowing if it`s even coming at all.

He decided to start worrying about getting out in an hour or so.

He quirked a finger into his pocket while he lay there, still having that unsettling feeling that it was only his mind that kept him anchored to the ground. Like gravity had let go...

He furrowed his brow when his long fingers brushed over something, and it brought a smile to his pale lips when he managed to wriggle out half a bud and a lighter. Logically, he knew.. that this was probably the last thing he needed. But he didn’t care. He had never taken into consideration what he needed before, why start now? Sai always went for what he wanted.

He brought the stick to his lips and lit up, taking a deep breath into his lungs.. Holding his breath till he felt comfortably dizzy, trying to save up the high, before letting a white puff of smoke seep out. The smoke coiled lazily in his throat, like a snake. He didn’t really taste it until a couple of seconds had passed. Almost like his body had turned off his taste buds.

But now that the taste coiled on his tongue, running down his throat he had to twist to his side, retching... It tasted horrible. Too strong, slimy almost. That same acrid taste that had lingered in the air.

Like rotting chicken.

Sai gagged. Tossing the bud away, shaking his head while he tried to convince himself that he didn’t have white, rotting, slime stuck to his tongue.

Even if he felt it running down his throat.
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He didn’t know how long he had laid there.. just staring. But it fascinated him. He didn’t seem to need to blink his eyes. He could just lie there… staring at the ceiling. He couldn’t even feel his body anymore.

Something dark was gnawing at his consciousness, an unsettling feeling that something was horribly, horribly wrong.

The dark snicker made him freeze.

‘Ah… yes, there we have it.. the freak of the day.’ Sai fought the urge to smile. It was a silly notion, really. Considering his unfortunate situation of being locked up.

He sharpened his ears and listened.

There was a scraping sound followed by what he could have sworn was the sound of flapping. A slow heavy sound, that made the tiny hairs on the back of his neck rise. A soft breeze flowing over his skin seconds later. Almost like a gigantic bird had flapped it’s wings.

Sai turned his head…

… and frowned.

There was no one there. Only the crimson eyes of his angel looking at him.


And surely….


‘No..?’

Sai sat up. His black eyes never leaving the figure on the wall. And there it was again, that heavy flapping sound… and he could see how the shadows danced behind his angel. On the wall.. where nothing should be. But there was something, and the huge wings moved carefully, the man tilting his head a bit. Almost like a gesture of greeting. Careful, comforting even.

Sai wondered if the angel had a large dick…

He smiled. Because it was the only reaction he had to all of this.

There was a light so dark it swallowed him for several moments before the yellow pulsating light from the lamps on the ceiling managed to subdue the shadows back into the paint.

Sai could only gape as the most beautiful creature he had ever laid his unworthy eyes on stood before him. And he looked just like Sai had known his angel would look like, just like he had known;- just like he had been unable to picture. No one could capture such beauty with a simple human mind.

It was just unreal. The way the skin of the man looked almost alive (if one could say that skin was alive in that sense).Black hair that looked almost dangerous to touch falling over strong shoulders.

His angel was naked as the day he was created. Not even a cloth covering his, oh yes.. this angel was no eunuch. Sai licked his lips. It was as if he had made a wish… made a wish of how his perfect sex partner should be. And by some miracle he had gotten it. It didn’t matter if he was stuck in a stupid cell for all eternity.. if he could keep this creature, this man with him. He would be a very happy camper.

The name just rolled of Sai’s lips.. He just knew it. Like it was imprinted in a very crucial part of his soul. Like he had known it his entire life, and maybe even longer.. “Itachi…”

The angel’s eyes softened then, and he quirked his lips… a beautiful smirk sending a warmth unlike anything Sai had ever felt rushing over him.

“I’ve been waiting for you Sai. Why didn’t you come right away? When I first called.. Did you not remember me?”

Sai felt instantly guilty, even when he knew that he hadn’t done anything wrong, not really. How could he have forgotten something he had never known? Or had he known? But from when?

Sai smiled and answered the only truth he knew. “No, I didn’t forget.”

The laughter made him tingle all over in a such a wonderful way. “You never knew…?” The angel let it linger as a question, but somehow it didn’t sound like the right one.

“No…..” Sai thought about it, feeling silly for no obvious reason at all. Like he had missed something major. “How can I forget something I never knew?“

“I am what you wished for, what you believed in. I am what you wanted.. I am your creation”. Itachi didn’t laugh, but there was a small up tilt of his lips while he shook his head, and it was obvious that he found the look on Sai’s face amusing as hell.

Sai frowned, he was almost certain that he had lost his marbles. Surely, he had to have? And he was probably sitting in the middle of an empty, cold, clammy, smelly fucking cell;- talking to his damned painting on the wall. Like that movie with Tom Hanks.. where he get stranded on the island, and his only friend on that whole fucking island is a fucking ball of some sort. Yeah.. That must be what was happening.

The silky smooth voice of his angel disrupted his thoughts. “.. I can see where the confusion dancing behind those pretty eyes comes from… but I am very real. ”

A warm hand touched Sai’s cheek, sending thousands of tiny fireflies dancing through his system. Stopping his breath for a second. Somehow, he had expected the hand to feel cold, but it wasn’t.. it was so very, very warm. And it felt like the warmth was seeping into his cheek, through his blood and all the way to his heart.

Sai was certain that his heart had never beat before this moment. He had never been so aware of his own body as he was now.

And the weird thing: he couldn’t really feel his body. Not really, not when he concentrated on it. And for the first time, Sai felt a little freaked out.

He licked his lips, fighting not to lean in to the touch.

The moment Itachi let his hand drop down, his warm skin no longer touching Sai, Sai regretted it. He wanted his angel to keep touching him. Such a different urge from the usual need he felt, that pure physical lust he was so used to. Oh no.. this was so much stronger, much more potent.

“Can you get us out of here?”

“You don’t need me to get you out from here Sai, from the moment you woke up. You could have gone anywhere you wanted too.”

“I can’t walk through walls Itachi..”

A sleek eyebrow was raised. And it took a few seconds before the angel came to some sort of comprehension. “Sai…. Have you.. didn’t you..” He shook his head. Just looking down. “Look over to the bed, baby.”

But Sai didn’t want to look there. He already knew what he’d see.. somehow, he just suddenly knew. Why he had laid down on the cold floor, and not on the makeshift bed. Why he hadn’t looked that way, not even once, since he got up. Over to where the smell came from. And for some reason, it was hard to take. Hard to face..

….that he really was dead.

But he really was, lying so cold and silent on the bed. His eyes staring up into nothing, while his mouth hung open.

Some people say, that when you’re dead it looks almost like you’re sleeping.

Sai had to disagree. There was nothing that could remind one of sleep on the face he was staring down at. He looked almost sunken, like something was missing from his flesh. Or maybe it was just the skin that had sagged a bit, with the muscles going slack in death.

His mouth was open, teeth showing.. his lips were pulled back.. and there was a very distinct grey sheen to his skin.

But he couldn’t help but notice that…

…That even in death, he was handsome. At least, he could tell that he had been. His lithe body was long and thin, a runner’s muscles.. yes, he could see that the hours and hours of jogging had paid off. And he could understand what all those people had seen in him. Why they had offered so much money and drugs in order to get a taste of him.

He looked so very, very cold.

But he found that he wasn’t sorry, not really.

Not when he felt a warm hand on his shoulder, the comforting touch soothing his heart. The angel squeezed him gently.

A shadow enclosed around him, hiding him from the bright light glaring at him from the cell roof, somehow shielding him from the little spark of angst that was threatening to burst from his very core.. No, he wasn’t afraid anymore, he knew that he wasn’t alone.

Not anymore..

The angel bowed his head and wrapped his large wings around his shivering soul, whispering quietly, while he let his hand rub soothing circles over his cool back

“This is hard to explain, and it’s probably even harder to understand. But.. no one can own your soul but yourself, it is yours, and no one else’s.. no one can tell it where to go, nor where it should go once it is free from it’s shell. You see.. Nobody wanted the responsibility of setting up a real good system for it. So the gods, the universe, or whatever you want to call it just decided to let it go wherever it wanted to go. So, basically.. if you think that you are going to end up in hell when you die, that is where you go.”

“Quite amusing actually..when you think about how full that place is..” He added as an afterthought. The small chuckle rumbling through his warm chest making Sai snuggle even closer. Closing his eyes, he could feel how truly tired he was. So very, very tired. Like he had been running, for a long time. and finally… he had reached his goal. He smiled when he clasped his arms around his very own prize, and when the Angel named Itachi asked him where he wanted to go..

A breath of air left Sai, and for a moment he wondered why he could still feel like he did? Why did he feel the air as it rushed into his system, when he had no body to speak of? But he didn’t linger on it as flashes of cotton sheets and soft mattresses littered with black angel feathers flashed through his mind.

That breaking feeling of tired was pushed back to the deepest recesses of his mind, and he smiled his usual smile then; the one that looked like it was taken from a magazine. Almost like the boy had sat for hours and hours, just studying the faces of the smiling people, doing his best to imitate them. Nothing more than a pantomime’s show. A show to hide what he really felt, what he truly wanted.

What dirty, dirty thoughts danced behind his black as coal eyes.

It usually meant trouble.

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Feathers, feathers everywhere..

Black ones….

Sai moaned, arching his back while he pushed his ass out. Offering himself, a wild shiver running through his whole body. A drop of sweat gliding down his temple while he bit his lip, desperately trying to keep quiet. He was holding on to the headboard for dear life while Itachi played with his body. He had handcuffs on his hands, keeping him in place… and he could feel the cold metal of them dig into his wrists.

“Oh shit.. baby, you look so fucking delicious all presented to me like this, like my very own buffet laid out in front of me..I’m not even sure where I want to begin. ” Itachi was kneading Sai’s ass, and Sai had to bite his tongue in order to keep quiet. He wanted so bad to beg for Itachi to fuck him, but he had promised not to speak, so that was what he was going to do. He just let out a moan instead, hoping it wasn’t seen as cheating.

“Maybe I should…” Itachi bowed down, pressing his body flush against Sai’s, his hard dick pressed between them, wedged between Itachi’s abdomen and Sai’s ass. And Sai absolutely loved it, rocking his hips a bit in order to really feel how hard Itachi was. It turned him on so fucking much. The feeling of the angels dick leaking cum his bare skin,a sure tell tale sign of just how turned on Itachi really was.

And Itachi knew so damned well, just what that did to Sais libido.He knew too damned well that that alone could have Sai begging like a desperate slut in a matter of seconds.

Sai wanted to scream out his frustration when Itachi let out a small teasing moan, rocking his hips forward, dragging his hot length against Sai’s ass one more time.

So fucking close to his twitching hole, but still.. so, so far away. Sai whimpered.

The angel chuckled at that before he bent down to lick at the shell of his ear, sucking his earlobe into a wet mouth.

“Maybe I should start my little buffet here? Hm..?” Itachi asked before he tweaked a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pulling at the hard nub, making it even harder as small painful sparks singed through Sai, the nipple burning from the pinch.

‘Fuck!’ Itachi knew all his weak spots, and with Sai chained up like this;- his wrists cuffed together, just a little over his head, while he was on his knees, with a promise to keep silent. He couldn’t do anything to manipulate the situation, other than trying to push up against his captor.

But all that seemed to get him, was small slaps on his ass.

Itachi chuckled when Sai moaned yet again, dark strands of hair sticking to his forehead. The pale beauty beneath him was shivering with need. And Itachi had barely started his little game. He started licking and sucking at that little spot just beneath the ear, the one spot that could turn Sai to a pleading mush of hormones in a matter of seconds, while he slowly let his fingers move downwards. Tracing small patterns against the heated skin of the other. Loving every little twitch running through his little slut, by the time he was closing in on the one place where he knew his touch was most wanted. Sai was all but crying.

Itachi chuckled. “You may speak Sai..”

Sai didn’t even wait a second before the words rolled from his lips, rushed and breathy.

“I-Itachi. I want you to touch my cock, my ass.. please, please.. I want you so bad to fill me.. fill me with your dick, your cream.. please.. I want it so bad, I need to be filled..”

“Mmm…” Itachi smiled against Sai’s spine now, his mouth kissing it’s way downward. The faint salty taste that his tongue gathered from every lick his tongue made on the others quivering back made the angel groan in appreciation. “My, my.. aren’t you a slutty little whore. You want my cock again? I’ve already fucked that hungry hole of yours three times today, and you’re still begging me for more. You really are a little cock slut aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes… aaahh, fuck yes! I am… But I’m only a slut for your dick Itachi, your cum. I can’t get enough of your hard dick in my ass. I feel so empty without it.” Sai was practically whining the words now, his brain a buzzing mess of endorphins and muddled thoughts.

Itachi had shoved two fingers at once into his hole and was now kissing his ass cheeks. Nibbling at the soft skin, licking his way down towards where his fingers were.

And Sai knew, just knew. Exactly where that tongue was going.

Pale fingers turned almost white where they desperately clung to the headboard in an attempt to take some of his attention away from the growing need in his loins. He was shaking something horrible.. his breath coming out in short gasps. Itachi’s fingers were doing wonderful things to his prostate, and that wicked tongue was at his crack now. Wet saliva from the angel’s mouth running down towards his balls..

And Sai couldn’t keep quiet anymore, the words coming out in short gasps. “Please, please lick my ass.. please tongue fuck my hungry hole while you have your fingers in me. I need to feel your tongue so deep, so fucking deep.”

Itachi chuckled, plunging his fingers deeper into the boy who responded by buckling his hips, moaning out. “That’s it.. I want to hear you moan for me, don’t hold back baby. Let me hear that dirty mouth of yours scream out for me.”


And there it was. Itachi’s tongue stabbed into him, the slick muscle wiggling in between the fingers stretching the hole so deliciously. Sai all but screamed, his body trashing when Itachi plunged his slick muscle into his ass again, truly tongue fucking him. “Oh god, oh god.. oh fuck yes! Use that tongue on me, oh fuck!” Sai closed his eyes shut, panting hard as he bowed down his head.

Heat building fast in his gut. “Please, please. .. touch my cock. Please. I need to cum so bad.”

Sai let out a loud whine when Itachi pulled out his fingers, only to scream when a hard cock forced it’s way through the tight ring, stretching him so perfectly. But his cock was still untouched. Both of Itachi’s hands on his hips, holding him still as Itachi worked his way in and out.. so slow, so fucking slow. A wild tremble ran through his body when Itachi swirled his hips, his cock head rubbing just up against that bundle of nerves, again and again. Making Sai almost cry out in anguish and need. “Please.. Itachi…” Sai was whining.

Itachi leaned down over his little soul and kissed a reddened temple, placing small kisses all the way to the boy’s ear. “Please Itachi…… What? Little slut, I want you to tell me.”

“P-Pleeease, please touch my cock with your fingers, y-your hands. I-I nee.. ahhhngh.. please jerk me off while you pound that huge cock of yours into my tight ass. Please… m-make me cum Itachi.” Sai was desperately trying to push back with his body, but Itachi’s hold on his hips prevented it.

“Good boy.” A husky voice whispered into his ear before a hand was tenderly wrapped around his neglected cock, nimble fingers using pearls of pre cum to slick up his shaft, using it as lubrication.

His whole body tightened when Itachi started pounding him in earnest, his toes curling while he held on to the bed for dear life. That familiar coil in his body was so fucking close to snapping he could taste it on the back of his tongue, and he screamed out in sobs when his body finally started convulsing. Hot cum shooting out from his swollen dickhead, so intense he could almost hear it.

Itachi was only seconds behind, a loud moan slipping from his pink lips, while he tossed his head back, shuddering as he filled up his soul’s hungry ass.

He lay slumped over Sais back for a few heartbeats, trying to catch his breath, before he unclasped the handcuffs and let the boy sag into his embrace, cuddling beside him, wrapping his wings around them so that the soft glow from the faint light in the room couldn’t reach their eyes.

Sai loved the smell of Itachi’s feathers….

So this was Sai’s heaven, littered with black feathers, comfortable beds and an angel’s silent whispers of affection and love. And the soul Sai couldn’t have been happier. Gone was the worry of tomorrow and yesterday;- he knew what every moment held - it was what he had always wanted the most. His very own angel. The most beautiful creature he had ever seen, and pleasure greater than he had ever imagined possible.

And he feels that he no longer have to be playing a pantomimes show when he smiles. Because this is where he wants to be, where he was always supposed to be.