Angel in the Devil's Pit

The Angel In the Devil's Pit
(No sex scenes in this fic,but alot of sexual tension and foreplay! so come on, read it!!)

"Am I faithful, am i strong, am i good enough to belong to you? your vision of romance is cruel...all your expectations may bury me." Sarah Mclachlan "Perfect Girl"

He caught glimpse of her from the stage immediately. Not because her evident beauty radiated and surged like a live electrical wire twisting through the crowd, but because she stuck out as so unsoiled from this bunch.
Her cinnabar hair fell straight as rain, drowning her shoulders, dramatizing her fresh faced innocence. The clothes she wore, feminine and modest, instead of tight and revealing; her physical being completely unmarked and unscarred from body art or piercings. His Maddie was a sure bit of Heaven.
An oblivious sea of people raged and bashed around her as she remained untouched at the bar ordering what he supposed was soda or water. An audience of sinners surrounded her, bodies one might mistake for walking dead poked with so many bizarre piercings, toked on so many drugs, and consuming so much alcohol. They writhed to the almost unbearable music, some licking each other's inked flesh like vampires before the feast. Some shamelessly injected their injured veins with liquid death; others mingled within the crowd, lasciviously eyeing each other, suggesting numerous forms of sexual immorality. She seemed unfazed by the debauchery, but inside she was screaming for Joey, praying to Jesus.
Wide, golden eyes scanned the stage, seeking him out from behind his huge drumset. Her sight set on him encouraged him to pound harder, faster; somehow to woo her with the spastic beat.
Madeline sipped her drink carefully, grinning tightlipped at the intimidating, raven haired dominatrix beside her. The roguishly beautiful courtesan grazed the girl's loose daffodil peasant blouse and faded blue jeans with curious, lusty cobalt eyes. "H, in, innocent creature," she smiled, amused.
Maddie held the stranger's stronghold stare, carefully sipping from her icy tap water, unable to speak.
The courtesan placed rubescent lips so near the girl's ear, she could feel her hot, toxic breath scorch her neck. "I won't bite...unless you want me to," she breathed lightly.
Madeline sat rigid on the bar stool, clearly indifferent to a comment so boldly stated. She kept her eyes riveted to the one she could barely see behind all that percussion.
The rejected woman didn't pout. Instead, she tapped the innocent's glass with a short black whip. "Word of caution," she warned. "Never leave your drink unattended. You never know what may have dissolved in it."
Maddie halted from another sip. "Thanks," she replied.
With a lazy wink, the courtesan stepped away in blacnyl nyl thigh high boots; a long slick duster trailing at her heels.
The uncontrolled music raged, unleashing a beastly headache upon her. She raised her fingers to her temples, massaging a bit of the tension away.
"I have something for headaches," a slurred voice croaked at her side. Maddie unexpectedly gazed into a gaunt, hollowed face. The guy held his hand toward her, displaying his poisonous offering.
"I don't use drugs," she stated before swiveling on her stool, putting her back to the fellow.
He stepped around her, tripping and bumping into unaffected bodies. "Take your pick," he proffered, "The first round is on the house."
Maddie searched his bulging, blood-soaked eyes for what soul could be found. The demons slithered from under his wan skin, wrapping themselves around him, reaching out to her with steely sharpened talons. Maddie visibly recoiled.
"I said I don't use drugs," she remarked, more emphatically this time. The spook only leered at her, pocketing his forbidden treats. "It's not too late for you," she wisely revealed. "You can still be helped."


Joey watched from behind the mask. It had appeared she was being pestered by a passing junkie. Maddie had shooed him away, but the junkie was becoming persistent. Anonymous, hidden eyes narrowed as the scene carried out too many feet away from the stage where he continuedbeatbeat and blow. Why did she come here anyway?
The freak put his hands on her. Joey's rage showed itself; his blood boiled, scalding his veins. Snarling fiercely, he jumped from his kit, tossing his sticks and mask carelessly at his back. The music faltered, dying.
"Man, where you going?" Called a concerned bandmate. The drummer stalked the stage, landing into the disrupted crowd.

Maddie didn't notice the noise interruption as some other raucous melody speedily replaced the paused band. The poison peddler gripped her arm like a vice, his foul breath nearly gagging her as he pleaded with her to accompany him behind the building for a quick trip.
"You'll like it, honey," he assured her.
Admonishment in her eyes, she yanked her pulsing wrist from his rough grip. "Do not touch me again!" She demanded. She could feel the spiritual scratch from a demon's lashing claw. Desperately, she grazed the darkened, cavernous stage, but Joey was no longer there. In fact, the entire orange suited band had disappeared. She gulped, silently calling upon her savior.
"Madeline." Her head snapped at the familiar voice speaking her name, autumn eyes immediately connecting with his delft blues. Exhaling, a relieved smile lit her worried face, making her beautiful again; more beautiful than the photos she sent him regularly. Being near her, registering her reaction to his sudden appearance, subsided his anger.
The ill-mannered cockroach scattered; Maddie did not notice. She had been pushed into a raging river of him; fighting against the current was useless. She invited his eyes to roam over her, her chest swelling with a heart she thought had long since died.
"I found the place!" She beamed pridefully. "I never thought I would. Your directions were terrible," she explained, "but I stopped at a gas station for a..."
The sudden and selfish desire to have her alone surfaced. With shaking hands, he lead her quickly by the shoulders, avoiding the milling innominate people calling his name, wanting his brief ntiontion.
"Where are we going?" She questioned him.
"We're leaving."
In a narrow, dimly lit hallway, the remainder of the unmasked, sweat soaked band silently greeted the player that had abandoned them during their last set. Identical leather clad bouncers hulked in the shadows surrounding them, bald and bulky, sporting tight strapped, spike adorned masks. Madeline did not mean to gawk.
Joey gently stroked her arms. "You wait here," he steely commanded. "I'm gonna clean up so we can get the fuck outta this shithole." His swift nod acknowledged the stony security gargoyles. "Don't let her out of your sight."
He left her alone and speechless with the brutes. She managed to eek out a tight lipped smirk, trying to avoid rude stares. She imagined Satan's gatekeepers to be etched of this same mold. Intrigued by the interesting uniforms, Maddie slowly, carefully reached to touch a gleaming spike protruding from one granite faced man's forehead.
Unexpectedly, he snatched her wrist, startling her. He shook his head. "That will hurt," he gruffly warned her.
She cradled her hand in the palm of the other. "It looks so menacing," she winced.
"It is." His face contorted with a twisted grin. "Really mess up the sucka who wants to start trouble up in this place."
"Yikes," she made nervous laughter, biting her bottom lip. "Scary."
He, too, chuckled. "Well, I don't mean to scare you, Miss; just intimidate a little."
Maddie, feeling more comfortable in his presence, eased up to him, wide eyes fluttering sweetly. "Oh, the outer appearance is quite intimidating, but I'm positive you're a cuddly bear on the inside."
They talked at length in the hallway, awaiting Joey's return. She wondered aloud how a man got hooked up bouncing bodies in such a frightful nightclub. Sterling, the security guard, had openly volunteered to her that he rehabbed twice from drug abuse, and had just recently moved back in with his mother until he got back on his feet. He had friends here; friends willing to pay cash under the table to help a good guy out. If only he could keep his act (and body) clean. Maddie patted his hand, comforting, nodding to reassure him, but not condone his decisions. She pulled a wrinkled rectangular calling card from her denim pocket.
"We all burn sometimes," she whispered, pointing Heavenward, "He puts out the fire, and from the ash rises an even better man than the first." Sterling surveyed the card emblazoned with a white winged dove in flight above her name, address, and phone number. His sunken eyes questioned her.
She discreetly grasped his muscly forearm, wondering to herself if she could wrap both hands around it. "You're doing well, Sterling," she assured him. "But if you feel your will slipping at all, I'm available to help." She gestured to the flimsy card he held in his large fingers. "I'm a few hours away, but I know people nearby who can help in any situation. I know someone who really wants to see you make it." She pointed upward again.
Quietly, sincerely, he nodded his understanding. "You're a sweet lady, Miss. I see why Joey wants you hanging around. 'Cept I don't know why you be hanging around him."
Maddie smiled, pleasantly conspiratorial. "Does he speak of me?"
"No." Joey's defiant voice resonated in the murky hall.
She turned those doll eyes onto him, pleased to see him again. This time he was showered and dressed uniformly morbid in black. The ebony hair that rivaled hers in length was tucked slick and wet behind his ears.
He saluted his appreciation to the security personnel before reaching for her nearest hand. He watched her whisper to Sterling, winking, patting him briskly on the back. Ridiculous jealousy swelled and pooled in his tight chest; he clenched her hand tighter.
They walked hand in hand, back into the noise. Joey perused the night's consumers of pure sin as they ambled to the bar or moshed together on the cramped floor of the club.
He turned to Maddie, the only angel by his side. She purposefully avoided the abomination spread before her, seeking out the exit with interminable patience. Pointing, she smiled brightly at him, draining all that unexplainable jealousy from moments ago.
"You don't belong here," he informed her, licking his dry lips.
She shrugged before stepping through the stuff she never wanted to see again. "Neither do you," she said.

Driving her car, he kept his eyes on the curving road. Curiously, he hadn't drunk a single drop of alcohol or partook in any drug usage the entire day. Deep down, he had hoped she would show up, a beacon of white light streaming into the all-consuming darkness. He certainly didn't want his pretty angel to witness his darkest side. So why did he attack her the minute he hit the speed limit.
"So that was a Slipknot show?" She began. He avoided her.
"I thought we agreed to meet later in the month," He baited.
Madeline glanced at his shadowy profile beside her, gauging his temperamental mood. Her Joey was so hard to read. "I thought we discussed meeting at the club show tonight. I wanted to see you in action. That is why I came," she chanced.
"And Sterling?" He continued, eyes riveted ahead.
"Sterling, the security guard?" She repeated.
Joey nodded steadily. "Yeah, the huge guy you were almost fucking in the hallway."
An uncontrolled chortle fell from her mouth. "That's absurd! I was only talking to him. Sterling is battling some very strong demons, and..."
Joey paled in the moonlight. "Did you minister to him?"
Her hesitant silence undoubtedly answered the question.
His face took on an expression she'd rather not have witnessed. "Did you look around that motherfuckin' dump? It was filled with trash! You didn't say anything to anybody that meant a shit. Your God means shit to those people."
Madeline's tolerance was thinning. She sighed heavily, "would you please stop swearing? It makes me think your brain is a trash compactor, and your mouth is the dump!" She seethed. "Now, I showed up at the club, and I uttered a few simple sentences to a security guard you assigned to babysit me. You'll have to get over it, Joey, because i didn't drive almost four hours to fight with you about our God. Bickering with each other isn't exactly how i'd like to spend our limited time together."
Quickly, he grabbed her hand. He raised her fingers to his lips, grazing her knuckles with the tiny silver adornment embedded in his bottom lip. Her breath hitched. She knew he didn't want to fight.
"Did that junkie freak scare you?" He muttered beneath her fingers.
She casually shrugged, "not really."
One perceptive look suspected different. "Really, cuz you looked scared. I saw the whole thing from the stage, and you looked fuckin' scared."
"I did?" She scowled. "Well, I really was not very frightened. That man has an illness, but I 't t't think he meant to harm me."
"Don't be so naive, Madeline," Joey spat. " If he'd had the chance that guy would've chewed you up like a depraved animal."
She shivered in disgust. "I'd rather not think about it."
"I was gonna rip his damn throat out," Joey growled. "The minute i saw his hand go for you; my sight went blood red."
His angel beamed, words dripping with sarcasm, "Ah, chivalry." She slumped in the seat, cozy warm, and placed her head on his shoulder.


He refused to allow Madeline a night's stay in a dirty Motel 6. Against her adamant protests, he set her up in a subtle but clean hotel room where he was sure she was safe. He walked with her to the elevator, riding side by side, wordless, until stepping out onto the fourth floor. He felt obligated to see her to her new room, grab a goodnight kiss, maybe something more. However, he entertained the option briefly, knowing Madeline may as well have been wearing an iron chastity belt. One man had the key; Jesus Christ Himself, and if it was possible to climb to Heaven Joey may have tonight just to yank the key from His grip.
The last thing she wanted was to end the night without him. She had spent many weeks calling, emailing, continuously wondering, and praying about him. Finally, he stood in her grasp; the determination to keep him was strong.
"Please come in," she coolly invited.
He eagerly accepted, as she knew he would. Joey barely let the door shut behind the woman before his lips were seizing control of hers, pinning her to the heavy oak. The two were centimeters from being the exact height; his illicit eyes locking with hers, contemplating where to taste her first. His fingers maneuvered the door lock and chain easily above her head, his intent playing leisurely on small lips.
Oh, how wonderful his mouth felt every place it landed; her cheek, her jawline, trailing hungrily down her neck, consuming her peachy, freckled shoulder as his solicitious fingers tugged her capped sleeve down her arm.
Exhaling his name, she silently evoked willpower from the Holy Spirit to remain pure. Her hands fell limp at her sides, but Joey clutched them, slamming her knuckles above her head. His lips lingered around her gaping wet raspberry mouth.
"You happy to see me? Did you miss me?" He asked, voice husky; hushed.
Madeline blinked twice, wanting to cry out how her soul ached for him daily. "Of course," she answered.
"Well, I'm here now so don't hold back." His kiss was agonizingly slow; tongue entering deep and swift. Every nerve of her body responded, a lively moan echoing from her throat. Her hands stalled at his small waist, fingers hooking into the beltloops of his tight black pants. Everything about her joey was small except his talents, appetites, and the feelings he waged for her.

She was biting the lip he was trying to devour. She was making his seduction difficult, frustrating him. He buried his face at the bunched fabric of her billowy blouse, breathing in the spicy vanilla scent she had bathed in before clasping a diamond studded cross around her neck. The cross dangled near his lips, but Joey just pushed it aside. He planted a thousand kisses or more at the crest of her breasts, the soft ivory lace of her ample bra cup tickling his face. Her jagged breathing accompanied by several weak groans begged him to continue his sweet assault but the nagging voice in her head commanded her to behave.
Before his roaming hands brutishly cupped her breasts, Madeline wriggled from beneath his weight against the door. Flushed, she carefully readjusted her mussed and wrinkled blouse. Joey, of course, enjoyed watching her struggle to regain her composure. His assessing eyes raked ruthlessly over her; she could sense his gaze heaped upon her turned back.
After weeks of going without her, his frustration could not be denied. "Your on again off again routine is starting to wear on me," he confessed irritably.
His Maddie occupied her hands by rummaging through a canvas overnight case. Her reply exhibited her own fatigue. " Why do you assume that because I invited you in I must immediately want to rush into bed?" She glanced expectedly at him, tucking flyaway strands of silk behind her ear. "The only conversation you initiated with me tonight was a near argument, and then you pounce on me like a wild animal." She shook her head wearily. "I don't know how to respond to you, Joey. You are still so new to me."
Chuckling, he slid behind her, embracing her as she fiddled with her bedtime clothes, yanking them from her bag. He brushed aside her long locks to land a kiss at the nape of her freckled neck. "You're the one who shows up in my hometown looking so damn fine."
Maddie's eyes drooped, reveling in his tender touch. "Mmmm...excuses excuses," she breathed airily, letting his wandering hands explore her unexposed stomach. She arched, kittenish, reaching behind to entwine long arms around his neck. He slowly stroked her side until she purred.
"Don't resist me, Madeline," he grumbled, craving her taste.
Her voice slightly quivered. "Joey, you know I have to," she sighed weakly.
Exasperated, he removed his hands from her. Her body responded so quickly and eager to him, but he constantly had to convince her spirit to submit.
She pretended not to notice his apparent annoyance. Madeline innocently lifted his pocketed hands, adjusting herself back into his possessive embrace. Eye to eye, her captivating gaze persuaded him to grin.
"Oh angel," he resonated low and sexy, " I'd give you such pleasure; I'd do everything you asked me to do to this gorgeous body. I'd give you anything," he breathed lofty promises, but she only nuzzled into his neck, murmuring his name.
With her finger, she traced a heart over his chest. "Then give me this."
He shook adamantly. "n'tn't make any guarantees to you, Madeline. I just think we should enjoy each other while it's working. It's only sex, angel. Why are you making such a big deal out of fucking?"
She balked at him. "Joey, really! I take my morality very seriously. I don't give you such a hard time about the decisions you make, especially when it comes to that ridiculnew new band you've created. I've allowed you an opinion about my lifestyle, but don't abuse it by badgering me. If you had it your way, I'd just bend over and take it anytime you wanted to release yourself."
He held her tighter as she tried to wriggle free. "What's wrong with that?" He laughed heartily.
"The big deal is until I get here..." she patted his fast beating heart with an open palm, "you won't get there." Her ready lips twitched, lingering above his until he snatched them and parted her mouth with a masterful tongue. His steady hands held her fragile face while his mouth conquered hers with beautiful brutality, scraping and nipping with small teeth. Maddie lowered herself onto the bed, unable to break the kiss. He was forced to follow, creeping onto the mattress, hovering over her extended body. He was mildly surprised by her fragile hands tugging him carefully by the belt buckle. He cocked a curious brow, ensnared by the playful smile upon her slippery lips.
"What the hell is going on in your head?" He questioned.
"Come," she invited, patting the bed beside her. "Lie beside me. Let's just be close tonight."
The sprawled flames of her burning hair licked at the pillow beneath her head. Joey couldn't keep his hand from the fire, leisurely stroking the silken strands. She too touched the curling ends of his tinted ebony locks, rubbing them randomly between her fingers. Her wide, expectant eyes searched his hard face, although he only stared at her hair; relishing in how it spread through his fingers so easily. An eternity was spent in each other's hair. This seemed better to her than an eternity in his sexual, drug induced hell.

(i want to eventually make this into a chapteing,ing, but i don't know. I am not patient when it comes to my own writing. what do u think?)