“What are you majoring in?” asks the angel “I feel like I should’ve asked that before I was like ‘hey you’re a succubus let’s bang’.”

“So you waited until we were both naked and about to fuck.” asks the succubus dryly “Right now, apparently, theology.”

“Religious academia, worship, and eating out an angel aren’t the same thing.”

“Give me five minutes, I can change your mind.”

The angel grins down at the incubus hungrily “You forget, angels aren’t just messengers of peace. We’re warriors, too. We’re who you send to a city for Judgement, for immolation.”

The incubus tugs at the cuffs pinning xir wrists close to the headboard “I’m getting an idea of it. But I like you, sweet thing. I know you’re not going to hurt me.”

“I actually inflicted gifted kid syndrome on my datemate because xe used to think sex was easy until i showed up.”

“At some point i considered propositioning my ex because I was really annoyed but now ive just accepted my state of perpetual sexual frustration and have channeled it into fighting people that are mean to pigeons

“Come here,” says the succubus, patting xir thighs “please, Angel?”

The angel sniffs righteously “You can’t use my species as a pet name. It’s not fun. It’d be like me calling you-”

Babe, honeybutt, thunderthighs mcgee. Get over here, I have something to show you.” the succubus rolls xir eyes “Did you notice my fancy new lingerie?”

“You do realize I’m functionally asexual, yes?” the angel rolls zir eyes, but does sit down on the succubus’ lap, to the demons clear delight. “This body and vessel isn’t, but I am. You don’t have to seduce me if you want to feed, I don’t need it. Just ask.”

“Hn,” xe smiles “maybe I think you’re worth the effort. Maybe I just like it.”

“Aye, aye. So. what is it you wanted to show me?”

“Hey,” says the angel “You hungry?”

“Uh,” says the succubus- always, around you, you reek of purity and i want to defile it and consume the ashes because no matter how much i do i can never taint your grace– “a little?”

“Great!” smiles the angel “Soo, there’s this sociology group doing a study on one night stands. If you’re getting tired of me, it might be some more variety?”

“Oh,” says the succubus trying to hide xir disappointment “do you not want to-”

“Oh, no! It’s just, I’m supposed to go Home for a bit. And I thought, maybe it’d be best if i didn’t smell like you.”

It’s not like i can leave a lasting mark– “Oh, okay. I suppose it could be… fun, playing with some new people.”

“I want to watch you bleed.” says the the villain, pressing the injured vigilante more firmly to the ground “I want to see your face screw up with tears, I want to put my teeth into your bruises, I want to fuck you up.”

“Christ,” the vigilante pants “here I thought you and [Hero] were dysfunctional.”

“Oh, love,” purrs the villain “I’m clever enough to fixate on you both. And you take pain so much better than xe does.”

God,” snarls the villain, working the clasps to the hero’s costume roughly, shrugging off xir own cape and gauntlets like folding paper “why is it we both wear so many layers? Get this off.”

“Mm, you are always so impatient.” says the hero back, laying something with too many teeth to be a kiss on the wing of the villains jaw “You bruised me earlier, along my ribcage.”

“I’ll kiss it better.”

“You just want to dig your teeth into the wound, don’t you?”