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      Published: 2017-08-16 Updated: 2017-12-28 Chapters: 25/? Words: 58718
****** Meanwhile, In The UnderWorld ******
by Redawilo
Summary
     "MITUW" is the name I have given to my collection of shorts relating
     to a handful of demons and those they associate with. These
     characters include a lazy demon lord, a flirtatious transvestite
     vampire, an angel who is not quite being held captive, and many
     others. This collection is usually just about their day-to-day lives,
     but it occasionally contains explicit sexual content. Each chapter
     will contain more information about what to expect.
     This is one of several original works of mine!
     Updates sporadically.
***** Rico's Magic Lesson 1 *****
Chapter Summary
     Rico, a young half-angel, seeks out Demon Lord Mikaru for help with
     her magic.
Chapter Notes
     Wow! I wrote this thing over a year ago. How time flies...
     Rating: G
     Characters: Rico, Mikaru
“And that’s why I wanted to ask you for help…” Rico muttered. Her hands were
clasped in front of her and her eyes on the floor. “Please, I don’t know where
else I could go to learn!”
Mikaru looked the young half-angel over, considering her carefully. Rico’s
bloodline was strong, and it wasn’t a stretch to say that all who knew her
parents had been expecting great things from her. Her cousin Leia was already
considered to have the greatest potential of any of Mikaru’s elite, and the two
of them were practically the same age. Rico, by contrast, had yet to show any
signs of physical or magical prowess. While none of her friends or family
judged her for it, Rico’s lack of strength had become a cause of great stress
for her as of late. Mikaru understood this and had even been considering
offering his assistance for a while. He had not yet, however, because he was
unsure if doing so would reward him in anyway. Like anyone else Mikaru could be
kind, but charitability was not one of his primary characteristics. With the
angel standing before him, almost begging him for help and eyes watering and
ready to burst with tears should she be rejected, Mikaru’s kindness was being
tested.
“I can teach you. Of course I can. I’ve guided your father and uncles towards
wielding other elements, and even pointed your grandmother towards electricity
instead of fire when she had been trying to learn something new. The question
is: what can you offer in return for my services? Your father and uncles are
able to protect me and my lands better with their taught skills, and I had been
returning a favor to your mother by giving pointers to your grandmother. But
what about you? You cannot swear your allegiance to me; we don’t yet know if
you are a reaper, and we don’t know if your potential would be of any use to
me.”
Rico shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her gaze still directed
downward. “I don’t know, honestly. I’ve been trying to think of what I can do,
but I haven’t thought of anything yet.” She hesitated for a moment. “Or at
least, nothing I’d be willing to do.”
“Sometimes deals are not pleasant to uphold one’s end of, but I understand what
you mean. I don’t wish to make you do something you do not want. Your mother is
not somebody I need to be making enemies of. She is only my prisoner because
she wants to be, after all.”
Those words stung at Rico’s heart. Her mother was a pure-blooded angel, and an
extremely powerful one at that. Not only did she rank highly amongst the
OverWorld’s demon slayers, but she was a Grim Reaper to boot. If Keyontay
wanted, she could end even Demon Lord Mikaru’s life with ease and free herself.
That Rico couldn’t even command as much strength as her mother held in her
pinky finger made her feel that much more depressed and desperate for help.
The demon must have noticed how unwell his words sat with her because he sighed
and rubbed at his forehead. “Alright, how about we do this: I’ll help you right
here and now to find what element you are most proficient at and give you some
pointers on how to start wielding it? That will be as far as my charity goes.
If you want any more from me, you will have to pay the price. I don’t know what
price that would be, but we’ll cross that bridge if the time comes. Who knows,
maybe some basic instruction will be all you need and anything else you’ll be
able to get from Rita? I’m sure you’d be willing to pay any price to her, if
she ever asks one.”
Rico’s head snapped up and her eyes widened in shock. She had been fully
prepared to be rejected, even though she was about to cry just thinking about
it. Mikaru agreeing to help her had surprised her so much so that his remark
about Rita had gone completely over her head. A broad smile stretched across
Rico’s face.
“Thank you! Thank you so much!” Rico shouted excitedly. “So, how do we start?
Rita said that it’s all about feeling your magic pooling in one place and then
pushing it towards your extremities. But that hasn’t worked for me. I can feel
my magic in my hand, but I can’t for the life of me create a flame. I also
can’t even heal a papercut on my finger…” She raised her hand and frowned at it
as she spoke. “Fire and light are all she knows how to teach, and what both of
us think I should be able to use.”
Mikaru shook his head. “Methods like those are only useful once you understand
what element you best deal with. Just because fire and light are what your
parents naturally wield doesn’t mean that will be what you can do. After all,
your grandmother can barely handle light magic, but is a genius with air.
You’re quite the hybrid; I don’t expect you to be a typical fire demon or light
angel.” He extended a clawed hand towards her. “Give me your hand.”
Rico obediently placed her hand on his. He gently gave her arm a tug, and she
took a step closer. Mikaru placed his free hand on her other shoulder and
peered up into her eyes. They were golden, but almost brown. It was a shame;
Mikaru really did like the Ranoo golden hue. It was just another reason why he
did not desire having Rico under his command, although he would not tell this
to anyone but his sister. Clearing his head of that minor distracting thought,
he instructed her to close her eyes. She did so without a word.
“I take it you already know how to gather your magic into any part of your
body, correct?” She nodded in response. “Good. That will make this easier. I
want you to pool as much of it as you can around your heart.”
“Why my heart?” she asked, worry slipping into her voice.
Mikaru gave a shrug. “The where doesn’t really matter, to be honest. It just
needs to be pooled somewhere and the heart was the first place I thought of.”
Understanding this, Rico thought it easy enough. Taking a slow breath, she
focused her mind on drawing the magic that flowed all through her body towards
her center. She knew that with practice sending any amount of magical energy to
any part of the body could be done in a millisecond and without a thought. The
best she could do took concentration a few seconds. She tried to think
positively about this, as at first it had taken her nearly a minute with no
distractions, but through practice had sped up the process significantly and
was able to still listen to instruction while doing so. With his hands on hers
and her shoulder, Rico was certain that Mikaru could feel exactly what she was
doing. In fact, just as she had managed to concentrate everything she could
where she had been instructed to Mikaru nodded in satisfaction and spoke again.
“Very good. Keep it there. I’m going to be using dark magic, so this will not
be comfortable to you, but it is the easiest method. I’ll be sending a few
pulses of it through your body, try to remain still.”
Rico swallowed hard and took another deep breath, both bracing herself as well
as keeping her magic where it needed to be. There was a second’s pause, and
suddenly a dull but intense pain shot up through her arm where he held her palm
and wracked its way through her entire body. She winced and nearly doubled over
in pain. She could feel her magic fraying and beginning to seep back into the
rest of her body so she wrangled it back as quickly as she could. Mikaru waited
for her to have full control of herself again before hitting her with the
second shock.
By the fourth wave of dark magic through her body, tears were streaming from
Rico’s tightly shut eyes and her hand in Mikaru’s was squeezing crushingly
tight. She was barely suppressing her sobs, and had somehow managed not to cry
out at any point. The demon hummed curiously and removed his hand from her
shoulder. She took that as a sign that she could let go of his hand, and the
moment the two were no longer touching she dropped to the ground and curled
herself into a ball.
Mikaru seemingly paid her no mind, instead mumbling to himself in an incoherent
manner to anyone who might have been listening. He was smiling, and his eyes
danced as he mulled over possibilities. Casting his gaze to her again, he
waited for Rico to gather herself once more. The magic that had been sent
through her was no longer running its course, so it only took a few minutes for
the pain she had been feeling to subside and for her tears to stop spilling
forth. She breathed deeply and wearily got her feet, a hand on the wall to help
brace her. Finally she turned her attention back to the demon she had asked for
help. He was grinning.
“Could you give me a quick and dirty rundown of the six magical elements?” he
asked her.
She blinked in confusion. “Sure, but why do you need to know?”
“I do not; I want to see what you know.”
Giving as light as shrug as she could, Rico began. “Fire, earth, water, air,
light, and dark are the six elements. Fire is simple; it’s about creating and
manipulating flames. Earth as a few components to it, but the basics are that
you can change the shape and density of rocks. Water too has a couple different
forms, but is mainly used to control the behavior of water. Air is mainly used
to manipulate the wind, light magic can heal, and dark magic…” she paused.
“Dark magic… I don’t really know what it is. I know its light magic’s opposite,
but that’s it.”
Mikaru nodded a few times knowingly. “Dark magic is a strange beast. Not many
can use it, and of them there’s even less that understand how to. I like to
describe it as ‘controlling magic’. What I did just now could technically have
been done with any element, but because dark magic is primarily used to make
things do your bidding, it was easiest to use. What I did was send pulses
through your body, forcing it to try and channel a different element each time.
I was feeling your reactions with my other hand, seeing which caused the
biggest disturbance. Would you care to take a guess which element it was?”
The half-angel was about to shake her head, paused, and tilted it a little to
one side instead. “Don’t…don’t tell me it was dark.”
A smirk was flashed up at her. “I won’t tell you, then. Your second strongest
reaction was light, though. That is interesting. Very interesting…” Mikaru put
a finger to his lips in thought. “Dark primary and light secondary. Such a
combo is rare, but the possibilities…” he pointed that finger at her. “Learn to
control both of those, and you would be able to accomplish just about anything
you set your mind you. I am very impressed.”
Rico shuffled her feet uncomfortably. “I don’t understand. I don’t even know
what dark magic can do, let alone how to start using it.”
Mikaru gave her shoulder a firm pat. “Keep taking lessons with Rita, she ought
to know enough to get you started with light magic. Don’t worry about being
unable to do anything with it right away; it is your secondary, after all. You
should be able to pick up on it through diligence alone, though. After that,
come talk to me again. I’ll give you the best crash course in dark magic you
could ever wish for.”
He gave Rico a lazy wave that contrasted with his apparent enthusiasm and
newfound interest in her as he turned and left her in the hallway where they
had run into each other and had been working. Rico watched him go, still
confused as to what exactly it meant that she could use dark magic, let alone
what sort of things could be done with it and light magic together. She wanted
to push him for more information already, but she knew better than to waste her
effort. She had seen others try plenty of times to get Mikaru to explain
something further when he did not want to and all of them failed every time.
Instead she breathed a sigh and meandered off in the other direction, wondering
if Rita was around or if she would have to do some solo practice when it came
to picking up on light magic.
***** Neighbors *****
Chapter Summary
     Mikaru and Delalo go visiting a neighboring domain in order to
     "greet" the new lord.
Chapter Notes
     Rating: T
     Character: Mikaru, Delalo
Four demons had been summoned to the main hall of Mikaru’s palace. Delalo and
the triplets had been informed by one of the servants that the lord had
something to discuss with them briefly, and that Delalo specifically was to
clear her schedule for the rest of the day and for the next. All four of them
waited patiently for their master to arrive, wondering what he needed from
them.
Mikaru arrived with a loud yawn. He looked like he had just gotten out of bed,
which considering the lazy habit he had picked up in recent years was likely
the case. He approached his four waiting minions and greeted them with yet
another yawn.
“Good, you’re all here.” He said with a smile, looking from one to another. “I
have some business that I need to take care of personally. Delalo…” the
shortest one of them gave him her full attention. “I want you to accompany me.”
“What? But what about the palace? Shouldn’t I be here to keep an eye on it?”
she questioned.
“That’s why I called the triplets.” Mikaru told her, turning his gaze to the
three tall demons beside her. Aside from their height, Aurora, Kyle, and Jake
looked very little alike. In fact, the only other trait they had in common was
their golden eyes, which had become the signature of their bloodline. “Delalo
and I will not be gone too long. I plan to get back before nightfall tomorrow,
but we may be delayed an hour or two. I’d like the three of you to hold down
the fort. You don’t really need to go out of your way to do anything, just be
here and be ready to drive away any unwanted company. Although I doubt you’ll
have any problems with that. Understand?”
“As you wish, Master.” Aurora told him happily.
“Of course.” Kyle replied.
“Got it.” Jake muttered.
“Wonderful! I hope to leave before too long, so you three are dismissed.”
All three gave their master a bow before leaving the hall and going their
separate ways. Delalo waited until they had gotten out of earshot before
questioning Mikaru.
“So why do you want me to go with you?” she asked, her tone serious.
“We have a new neighbor on our northern border. He took the title of lord just
yesterday, and I want to pay him a friendly little visit. You know; give the
new blood a chance to ask his senior any questions his little heart desires.”
Mikaru said with a playful grin.
“I’m sure that’s what you are going to do.” The short girl was not at all
convinced. She knew Mikaru too well. If he wanted to sit down and have a
friendly chat with a neighboring lord, he wouldn’t be taking somebody with him.
Or at least he would take one of the triplets instead of his right-hand minion.
“You needn’t worry. Your job in all of this is just to follow my lead. I’m not
asking you to do too much.”
“Are you going to be visiting while looking like you just got out of bed?”
MIkaru ran a hand through his waist-length hair, his fingers encountering a
number of knots along the way. He brought his hand in front of his face and
observed the strand or two that he had pulled free and were entangled in his
fingers. He hummed in thought and shook them from his hand.
“It doesn’t really matter, but I probably shouldn’t. I don’t need to be looking
my best for what I have in mind, but I guess I ought to clean myself up some,
at least.” He admitted.
The demon girl giggled and put her hand on his shoulder. “Right, let’s do that.
I’ll give you a bath and brush your hair for you.” Her eyes quickly scanned his
clothing. “And pick something out for you that doesn’t look like you’ve been
sleeping in it for the past six days.”
“Hey, I change my clothes every day! And I’ve only been sleeping sixteen hours
a day lately.”
Delalo rolled her eyes and tugged at his sleeve. “Come on, sleepyhead. We
should do this quickly so we can leave as soon as possible.”
Mikaru gave in and allowed her to lead him back towards his private quarters
where he had just emerged from not minutes earlier. He was fully capable of
grooming himself, but since Delalo herself had made the offer, he was gladly
going to take her up on it.
*****
A little less than an hour later, Delalo closed the front gates of the palace
behind them. Mikaru had insisted on traveling by foot, which surprised the
girl. The distance to their target domain’s capital was easily within running
distance for demons as powerful as they were, but Mikaru’s lethargy had made
the girl expect him to hire a carriage or some other mode of transportation.
When questioned all the lord had to say was that he always did prefer to travel
by foot.
By the wee hours of the morning they had reached their destination. The domain
to their north, which they were now deep within, lacked the lush trees and
other foliage that Mikaru was so fond of about their own. Instead, vast rolling
fields of grass and flowers made up most of the land. As they walked now,
Delalo had to wonder if any of the flowers they passed would make for good
perfumes. She didn’t have a chance to stop and smell them, though, as her
master kept up a rapid pace. After a few minutes, she gave up on thinking about
the flowers and instead chose to admire the sight of her master being so
energetic for a change.
It was still an hour or so before daybreak when they entered the capital. Most
everyone in the city was still asleep, and those who were out and about paid
the visitors little mind. To them it simply looked as if a pair of children had
just arrived and were taking a walk around. Delalo would smile and wave back at
any who acknowledged them, but Mikaru ignored them entirely. He was focused on
reaching the castle that lay near the center.
Unlike Mikaru’s palace, the castle had no gates or gardens surrounding it. It
was merely a large, cylindrical spire jutting out from center of the city and
piercing many stories into the sky. A pair of demons stood guard near the large
wooden doors. Mikaru approached them casually, stopping only when both cast him
glares and held their arms out in front of his path.
“No tourists.” One of the guards grunted.
“I’m no tourist, fellas.” Mikaru stated calmly, his hands in his pockets.
“Although I don’t blame you for not recognizing me. No one ever does.”
They raised their eyebrows quizzically. “Identify yourself and state your
business, then.”
Delalo stepped forward to answer them. “This man here is no child, sirs. He is
Demon Lord Mikaru, come all the way from the domain on your southern border to
give his greetings to your new lord.”
Both guards reeled at the name they were given. The stepped back and turned
away from them, whispering fervently to each other. Mikaru waited patiently,
having expected this sort of treatment. He hadn’t announced his intention of
visiting, and truthfully he was one of the most unassuming demons in the whole
of the UnderWorld. He wasn’t even five feet tall, and his features were indeed
quite youthful. He was frequently mistaken in his own domain for a mere child
or very young teenager. As such there had been many times where he deliberately
played the part of a child just so that he could roam about without anyone
bothering him.
Now though, he needed to be truthful about his identity. Something the guards
were still questioning. One of them cast him a quick glance before saying to
the other, “Just look at his horns! No random kid is going to have horns like
that!”
“It could just be magic. We shouldn’t think he is a devil just because of that.
And even if he was one, who’s to say he’s really Lord Mikaru?”
“Well, what do you know about the guy?”
“Um, not much to be honest. I just know he’s supposed to look very young. I’ve
heard he’s a half-elf, after all.”
The guards both looked at him again, taking note of the slight point of his
ears. As if for further clarification, they looked Delalo over as well. Mikaru
and his minion were nearly identical, if not for her being just a little
slimmer and shorter, as well as having shorter horns typical of an ordinary
demon.
“So if he really IS Lord Mikaru, would that make that girl…?”
“We should ask.”
They turned around again. “Would you care to give your name as well, Miss?”
“Certainly.” She said cheerfully. “It is Delalo, right-hand minion of Demon
Lord Mikaru.”
The two guards gave each other a look. She claimed to be exactly who they
thought she was. “One last question for you, then. If this man is as you claim
him to be, then he is a devil. His horns check out, but such things are easy to
fake with a certain amount of magic. We would like more proof.”
Mikaru’s tail twitched impatiently. “You want me to show my wings?” he asked,
offended. “How disrespectful!”
“Master, calm down.” Delalo muttered to him. “This is your fault for not
announcing your visit.”
The demon grit his teeth and cursed. He didn’t like dealing with common guards,
but what else could he do? He doubted anyone in the castle would be able to
recognize him, what with most of them probably being completely new with the
change of command.
“Fine!” he grunted. Mikaru hadn’t been wearing a shirt that accommodated his
extra limbs, so he quickly pulled it off and handed it to Delalo for a moment.
He breathed a sigh of aggravation and slipped his eyes shut. Pooling his magic
at his back, it took only a second for a pair of large, black, bat-like wings
to burst forth from his back. He spread them proudly and rolled his shoulders a
little to ease the discomfort summoning his wings always brought him.
“Satisfied?” he asked the guards, his gaze piercing.
Both had quickly backed away when his wings had appeared. They stared in awe,
slightly alarmed that Mikaru was indeed who he claimed himself to be. Seeing
that he had made his point, Mikaru’s wings faded away again and he took his
shirt back from his sister.
“So are you going to let us in now?” he asked, pulling it over his head and
getting it settled into place. “I have business to discuss with your lord.”
One of the guards quickly went to the doors and pushed them open, beckoning for
their visitors to enter. They were not led too far inside before they were told
to stay put while the lord was informed of their arrival. The room they waited
within was clearly the main room of the tower. It was clean, and decorated
simply but expensively. Everything from the lighting to the carpet beneath
their feet must have cost the previous lord quite the pretty penny. Mikaru
wasn’t impressed, and Delalo didn’t take to it any better.
Their wait was only about ten minutes before the guard returned, this time
tailing a young man. He was unassuming, to say the least. Short brown hair and
eyes, horns large but much straighter than Mikaru’s, and average in height and
build. It was obvious from the moment he came into view that he was nervous,
but the second he laid eyes on Mikaru some of that went out the window.
“I told you he was a runt.” The guard muttered, trying to stay hushed so that
their visitors wouldn’t be able to hear. The young man cast him an angry glare.
“Don’t you dare speak that way of a lord, lowly guard.” The young man snapped
harshly. He turned a smile to Mikaru and stepped forward, hand and arm extended
towards him. “It is a pleasure to meet another lord so soon. I am Lord Ralph.”
He stated pleasantly.
The smile Mikaru cast his host was nothing short of sickly sweet and his voice
was bubbling with enthusiasm when he shook his hand and spoke. “The pleasure is
all mine, Lord Ralph. I am known as Lord Mikaru.” His childishness caused Ralph
to calm down all the more, and he instructed his guard to return to this post.
With a bow, the demon obeyed. When the door closed behind him, Ralph turned his
attention over to Delalo.
“And who is this fine young lady?”
Delalo gave a short bow. “I am Lord Mikaru’s right-hand minion, Delalo.”
“You two look an awful lot alike, if you do not mind my saying so.”
“That would be because we are related.” Mikaru stated. “Delalo is my younger
sister.”
“I see, I see! That makes a lot of sense!” Ralph turned his attention back to
Mikaru. “I must admit that when I was told that another lord had arrived and
that he had brought a bodyguard, I was terrified. I’ve never quite known how to
handle myself in formal or political matters. Please forgive me if I make any
mistakes.”
Mikaru waved him off. “Nonsense. As long as you are on your best behavior, you
have nothing to fear by my visit. I am not fond of stiff pleasantries or false
flattery.” No sooner had he said so than his entire demeanor changed. His tone
dropped, and his expression darkened threateningly. “So while I am on the
subject, how about we drop all of this nonsense and get straight to the point,
shall we?”
The sudden change in atmosphere caused Ralph to be taken aback, to put it
midly. “Uh, sure. Would you like to sit down somewhere while we talk or?”
“No thanks, right here is just fine. I want to talk about borders.”
“Borders?”
“Yes. I hail from the domain on your southern border. It is a region lush with
trees and other overgrowth. Have you ever been to it?”
“I can’t say I have. I grew up here and have never left.”
“Unfortunate. Visiting other lands builds character. How old are you?”
Ralph shifted uncomfortably. “I’m a bit over two hundred.”
“My, you certainly are powerful for your age! To be so young and yet have the
strength to bring down a lord… You’ve got a lot of responsibility now, you know
that? I certainly hope you have thought your decision through.”
Their hosting lord narrowed his eyes distastefully. “Do not speak to me so
condescendingly!”
“Why? I already told you that I hate false flattery. Besides, just earlier when
you first saw me, you stopped being so nervous. And when I put on the little
kid act you stopped feeling threatened. Who is the one being condescending
here? Here’s a word of warning: never underestimate a lord, no matter what he
or she looks like. Do you have any idea of the world you’ve just stepped into?
Have you ever considered the kind of time, work, and dedication it takes to
keep a domain afloat? Right now your people ought to be greatly troubled about
the loss of their lord, meaning they need a strong new leader to take that
place. If you cannot be that lord, I suggest you step down immediately. I’ve
seen it a number of times. Some youth dislikes what their lord is doing, spends
years hunting down the souls they need to overpower them, and then kills them
and takes their place. But the moment they are in power they neglect their
people and they are killed off and replaced by somebody else. The cycle repeats
until somebody with enough sense gets the throne and things finally settle down
some ten years after everything started. So I am asking you; you do realize
that you have a lot of responsibility now, right?”
“Of course I do! I’m not a child!”
“You are!” Mikaru bellowed, his voice ringing throughout the room. There was a
moment of dead silence before he spoke again, softly but firmly. “I did not
come here to discuss your age or ability to rule. We are getting off topic.
Once more, I am here to speak about borders.” He waited a moment, but got no
response, so he continued. “It has always been my policy to have my borders
open. Should your people wish to visit they are welcome to. They may come and
go as they please. I do not even mind soldiers visiting. And of course you
yourself are welcome too. I hope that once things have settled down here, you
will be so gracious as to allow my people and myself the same privilege.”
“We will see about that…” Ralph muttered.
“Of course, of course. Now, I do have one little matter than I must warn you
about. You see, I do not keep an army. I’ve never liked promoting common demons
to any position of power that they might try to abuse. As such, I have no first
line of defense and can therefore be a rather paranoid man. While I offer your
soldiers freedom to come and go across my borders, I do get weary if there are
a great number of them around or within them. Which brings me to my point…”
Mikaru cast Ralph a look that was nothing short of dangerous. “Should a hundred
or more of your soldiers ever be stationed near or within my domain I will
consider it a declaration of war. And when it comes to war it is my personal
philosophy that as the lord of my domain it should be my responsibility to deal
with it on my own. So if I find there to be even one more than a hundred of
your soldiers near or within my borders, I will seek out and end every last one
of their lives. After which it will be your turn.”
A chill ran down Ralph’s spine. Never had he imagined somebody so small could
frighten him so much with just a look and a few words. Before he had a chance
to come up with a reply, Mikaru’s demeanor shifted once more, and he was back
to the childish person he had been when Ralph had first seen him.
“And that is all I wanted to say to you. Come Delalo, our friendly visit is now
over and we don’t want to overstay our welcome. Besides, this old man could use
a nap.” He turned to leave, but was stopped as Ralph found his voice again.
“Friendly?! Just what is your definition of ‘friendly’?” he shouted. “You
showed up unannounced, woke me up, treated me like a child, and threatened me!”
“Boy, you have no idea.” Mikaru sneered. “Here’s another word of warning: your
other neighbors are going to be paying you a visit soon. I’d expect they will
be showing up unannounced at all hours to discuss borders and other things with
you just as I have. And believe me; you are going to come away with a whole new
outlook on what you consider to be a ‘friendly chat between lords’. No one in
our position is looking out for each other, kid. We are in this for ourselves
and for our people, and no one else matters. In fact, sometimes not even our
own people matter in the grand scheme of things. We are not a kind lot, and
none of us are what you might call ‘friends’. At best we are indifferent or
respectful to one another. Thousands of years of first-hand experience has
taught me that. So try and have a little respect for your seniors when it comes
to their advice. Advice is free, and often times the most important thing that
we can give, and we don’t give it often. Now if you’ll excuse me, there is a
nap with my name on it waiting for me back at home and it’s a long walk.”
Without another word Mikaru rounded on his heel and made for the exit. Delalo
toddled after him; paying no mind to the shell-shocked lord he had just been
speaking with. She had been wondering why Mikaru wanted her to go along, and
now she knew. She wasn’t there to introduce him, or to prove his identity.
Heck, he hadn’t even wanted her along for her company. In that brief visit she
served one purpose: intimidation factor. While her brother was more than
powerful enough to ruin Ralph and any guards he might have available, the added
weight of having his right-hand standing beside him the entire time was not
lost on the young lord. Anyone else would certainly have worked, but not to the
same extent. Delalo couldn’t help but giggle. Her brother really was dedicated
to his position, even if he now slept for two-thirds of the day.
***** Ice Skating Part 1 *****
Chapter Summary
     At a young age, Keyontay the angel learned that Aurora was an ice
     skater. Because she is attracted to him, she allows herself to be
     brought onto the ice where he and Arun are practicing.
Chapter Notes
     Rating: T
     Characters: Keyontay, Aurora, Arun
Some years ago…
The halls of Mikaru’s palace were always quiet, but walking them alone made
them seem even more so. Keyontay had walked them alone only enough times that
she could count them on one hand, and so she found the silence almost
unsettling. She was technically a prisoner, after all. An angel the demon lord
had captured and was holding against her will. To be quite honest she was
incredibly surprised she was even allowed to move freely the few times it
happened. She supposed Mikaru had some way of tracking her movements. That
would certainly be handy for him if he could.
In fact, she wished she could track herself right then. Some time ago she had
been seeing if she could remember her way between Delalo’s quarters and the
main hall of the place, and had come to realize she had gotten horribly lost.
She attempted to find her way back, but instead found herself in an extremely
cold area that was entirely foreign to her. Hugging her arms around her torso
for warmth, she continued on, now more curious about what was ahead than
getting back.
With every step getting colder still, she proceeded down the very long hallway
that occasionally broke out into stairways leader deeper down. At the end she
found herself standing in a large, mostly empty arena. There were crude seats
like bleachers made from stone on all sides. In the center was a low wall
encircling most of what looked like a thick sheet of ice. Keyontay hardly got
to take a good look around, for a lone figure on the ice caught and kept her
attention.
It was Aurora. The angel had only seen him once or twice since her capture, but
his long, white hair tied back into a ponytail was unmistakable. He was
skating, completely oblivious to her presence. In typical ice skater fashion,
his red and black clothing was skin-tight, leaving rather little of his womanly
figure to the imagination. Occasionally the lazy, invisible and random path he
was tracing would get interrupted by a leap or a twirl of some kind. Even from
where Keyontay was standing, she could see the peaceful expression painted on
his face, even as his breathes came in the form of light pants. He was
completely in his own element. Keyontay stared, completely in awe and feeling
herself blushing. He was beautiful.
Finally, after several long minutes, Aurora’s movements slowed and came to a
stop. He breathed a deep sigh, coming back to reality in the process. It was
only then that he noticed that he had an audience. He cast Keyontay a warm
smile and skated over to the wall near her.
“And just what are you doing down here without an escort, Key?” he asked in a
teasing voice, leaning against the wall.
Keyontay jumped a little and slowly approached him. She tried to look him in
the eye and failed. Instead she decided to look down at the ice. “Delalo is
busy, and she told me I could explore if I wanted to. I thought I’d try to find
my way to the main hall, but…I got pretty lost.”
Aurora chuckled, a sound that made the angel’s heart pound more than she would
have liked to admit. “I sure hope that’s the case, and that you’re not trying
to escape. That aside, you certainly are lost. I don’t know too many people who
could end up down here of all places when they were trying to get to the main
hall.”
The angel had to agree. Normally she had a pretty good sense of direction, but
Mikaru’s palace was a complete maze if she had ever seen one. Trying to change
the subject, Keyontay glanced around the room.
“What is this place?”
“An ice skating rink.” Aurora replied, standing upright again and looking
around with her. “It used to be a subterranean lake. When I was still young, I
and others expressed a desire for a place to ice skate, so Master froze the
lake and built this place around it.”
“Mikaru did that?” she asked in shock.
Aurora nodded. “Master built every part of this palace himself. I’m just
thankful he added this whole room.” His eyes skimmed the smooth surface of the
lake and he lowered his voice to an affectionate purr. “I could skate for hours
and not get bored. I love it.”
Keyontay took that moment to look at him again. She almost wished she hadn’t.
He still had a thin layer of sweat on him, and it only made his clothing cling
tighter to his skin. She quickly looked away, her face entirely red.
She felt thankful when she heard somebody call Aurora’s name. Something to
distract her from the man himself! Both of them turned towards the person
calling out to him. It was a woman, dressed like she too was ready to go out on
the ice. She was just a bit taller than Keyontay, and clearly a few years
older. Unlike all the other people in the UnderWorld the angel had met, she was
certainly not a demon. She looked human, save her sea-green hair, long and
pointed ears, and the green tint to her skin.
“Of course I would find you here.” She laughed, walking up to Aurora without
hesitation. The angel had to wonder if she was the only one bothered by his
appearance. A huge grin full of long, thin, and sharp fangs split the woman’s
face. “Where else would you be?”
“Decided to get some practice in, too, Arun?” he asked her.
“Yeah. Jake’s busy doing his thing, so I figured I’d come out here and do
mine.” She turned her attention to Keyontay beside her. “And who is this?”
“Ah, right, you two haven’t met yet. Arun, this is Keyontay.”
“Oh!” she shouted, eyes widening with excitement. “You’re the angel I’ve been
hearing about! Oh my goodness, it’s nice to finally meet you!” she grabbed
Keyontay’s hand. The angel couldn’t help but notice the webbing between her
fingers. “I’m Arun, Jake’s assistant!”
“N-nice to meet you…” Keyontay stuttered out, taken aback by the woman’s
friendliness. Jake was the foul tempered and youngest of the non-identical
triplet brothers that served Demon Lord Mikaru. In other words, he was Aurora’s
youngest brother. She was surprised that such a friendly person would be
connected to him somehow. “Jake’s assistant? What do you assist him with?”
“All kinds of things.” Arun shrugged, releasing her hand. “He likes to fiddle
with electronics, so I help him out. But not always, as you can see. I come
here to skate sometimes. It’s the closest thing I’m gonna get to swimming in a
place like this.”
“You like to swim?”
She nodded. “Of course! I’m a sea imp, after all. I practically LIVE to swim.”
She breathed a heavy, dramatic sigh. “But the largest and nearest body of water
in this domain happens to be frozen over. So I make do with what I’ve got.” She
gestured to the ice. “Have you ever gone ice skating?”
“N-no, I haven’t. It looks like it’d be fun, though.”
“You should try it!” Arun looked up at Aurora. “Hey, why don’t you take Key
here out onto the ice?”
Before Keyontay could say anything, Aurora smiled. “If you can find a pair of
skates that fit her, I’d be happy to. What do you say, Key? Want to give it a
shot?”
The angel could feel more than see the two pairs of expectant eyes on her.
Shyly, she said she’d try it. Arun let out a cry of joy and motioned for her to
follow. Keyontay was led to a backroom that smelled of sweat. Arun apologized
for the stench and hurriedly looked through a shoe rack lined with different
pairs of skates. She removed a few and brought them to the angel, explaining
they were old and no longer owned by anyone in particular and that she should
try them on to see if they fit. While Keyontay went one by one testing their
size, Arun opened a locker across the room and removed a pair of new, green
skates and put them on. She was done faster than the angel was, and waited
patiently for her to finish. When Keyontay had found the pair that fit best,
Arun helped her to her feet and guided her out of the room, not bothering to
put the other skates away.
It was difficult to walk on the thin blades, but thankfully the walk was short
and Arun’s supporting grip was stronger and sturdier than it looked. When they
reached the edge of the ice, Keyontay braced herself on the wall while Arun
climbed over and Aurora skated over to join them. With their helped, Keyontay
climbed over as well. She stood unsteadily and Arun moved a few feet out to
give them more room.
“It’ll be easier once you get moving.” Aurora promised. “Momentum helps a lot.
I assume you’ve never been on rollerblades, either?”
“Never.”
“Well, do your best.” He gently took hold of her forearms, and she reflexively
did the same. With his coaxing, she began to move.
Keyontay focused on moving her legs and feet in what felt like the correct way.
As she got the hang of it after a few steps, Aurora sped up. It was only when
they were doing a moderately slow pace that the angel realized just how
impressive it was that he was keeping up with her so naturally while moving
backwards the whole time. She made an attempt to look up at him from where her
eyes had been focused on her feet, and realized too late that that was a bad
idea. There was no longer a wall between them anymore and he was so close. As
she whipped her gaze back to the ice, cheeks burning, she could hear him
chuckling again.
“Not bad for your first time.” He laughed. “You’ve got a good sense of balance,
I see.”
Keyontay could only nod. She didn’t trust her voice in the least. Aurora let go
of one of her arms, his other hand sliding down to clasp her hand instead. She
hardly had time to register the change when he picked up the pace. It wasn’t by
much, but Keyontay had to focus again to keep from falling. Her attention was
only broken again when Arun skated up beside them.
“Looking good!” Arun called out, getting the angel to look up again. “Hey, how
old are you, kid?”
“I’ve just turned thirteen!” Keyontay replied, stumbling a little in the
process and thankful that Rory was still holding her.
“Thirteen?!” Arun shouted, shooting Aurora a look. “Don’t you think she’s a bit
young for you?”
And there went Keyontay’s cheeks coloring again. The man only laughed. “Of
course she is! Why do you think I’m not trying to flirt with her?”
“Oh yeah, like I believe that!” she replied, eyeing the way he was holding the
angel’s hand.
“You’re the one who suggested I bring her out here. And I taught you the same
way, remember?” he pointed out. “Have I ever once made a move on you?”
Arun hummed in thought. “No, I suppose not.” She sighed. “Right, my bad.”
A minute later, and Aurora let go of Keyontay’s hand. She realized they had
made an entire lap around the lake, and felt a sting of pride in herself for
having done so without falling. He told her to stay near the wall, but to skate
as freely as she felt comfortable with. She didn’t question his instruction,
but slowed her pace a little and began to trace small circles near the wall.
While she did, she watched as best as she could as Arun and Aurora both moved
further out onto the ice. She could hear them talking, communicating to each
other something they were going to do, but couldn’t pay much attention to what
they were saying. To her amazement, they began what was obviously a well-
practiced routine.
After a few maneuvers it occurred Keyontay that it looked like they were meant
to be dancing. They skated beside each other, occasionally holding hands on
outstretched arms. Aurora would pull in her close, support her, or lift her
when she jumped, all the while keeping them both moving. The angel came to a
stop and braced herself against the wall to watch better as Aurora took both of
Arun’s hands and they began spinning on an axis that was a single one of
Aurora’s skates. Keyontay only realized her mouth was gaping open in awe when
she heard two new voices behind her.
***** Ice Skating Part 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Things take a turn for the worse when two jealous demons enter the
     scene. Thankfully for Keyontay, she is brought to safety and the two
     are thoroughly punished. Not to mention it doesn't hurt her chances
     of spending more time with Aurora.
Chapter Notes
     Rating: T
     Characters: Keyontay, Aurora, Arun, Delalo
“Oh, would you look at that? The one and only Aurora Ranoo is gracing the ice
with her presence again.” Came a sarcastic call. “We are ever so lucky to be
able to witness the great Aurora during practice.”
The other person laughed. “Hey now, Aurora’s a man. Can’t you tell from that
bulge in his pants? Or are you too blinded by the rest of that amazing body of
his to notice?”
Keyontay frowned. She could already tell whoever they were, they were not fans
of Aurora. The two men were speaking loud enough that Aurora could hear them,
but it appeared he was ignoring them in favor of continuing his routine with
Arun. Keyontay chose to follow his lead and ignore them too.
“Right, my bad!” the first one snickered. “I always get it mixed up what Aurora
is. I get too lost in his eyes.”
“His eyes? Nah, his best feature is clearly his hips. They’re matched only by
how wonderful he is at skating!”
Keyontay couldn’t help it. She was too curious about who it was that was trying
to taunt Aurora. She glanced over her shoulder. The two men were average in
height and build, and decently attractive in their faces. They were glaring at
Aurora with contempt, slinging their backhanded complements through their
sneers. She looked away again. She didn’t care to give them any more of her
attention if she could help it.
“Hey girl!” one of them shouted. “I saw you lookin’ at us! Got a problem? You
one of Aurora’s disgusting fans?”
“No way, dude.” The other said. “She’s not a fan. Can’t you tell? She’s wearing
skates, so she’s got to be his newest plaything.”
“Oh yeah! She probably is. I wouldn’t put it passed that pile of filth to like
‘em young!”
Keyontay continued to ignore them. She tried to let her attention only be on
the pair doing their thing so beautifully on the ice, but the two men did not
let up. Instead, they got angrier and continued to talk trash to try and get
her to look at them again.
“So how is he in bed, huh? He do it just right for you? I assume he does, since
he’s so amazing and all!”
“Of course he does!” the man’s voice was higher pitched in a mock girl’s voice.
“Aurora makes me absolutely wet just by existing!”
Both of them began to laugh again. Keyontay thought it was disgusting, both in
sound and what it was about. After a moment they didn’t seem so amused with
themselves anymore, and they shot their angry glares her way again.
“Pay attention when somebody is talking to you, bitch!” one shouted.
“Just because he noticed you doesn’t make you special!” the other screamed.
Keyontay heard a burst of fire, and before she could even register that one of
them had created a ball of flames it struck the ice beneath her feet. She fell.
Her shriek was swallowed up by the frigid water that enveloped her. Panic
struck her and she clasped her hands over her mouth. She kicked her feet,
trying to push herself to the surface again. She was a good swimmer, so despite
the cold, the panic, and the weight of her skates she was certain she could do
it.
She hadn’t expected the surface to freeze over several inches again so quickly.
Ah…so one of them could use ice magic, it seemed. Weak magic would leave the
ice fragile and she could break through. She pounded a fist against the ice,
but it didn’t give like she was hoping it would. Cursing her lack of strength
to break it, she tried to think of a way to melt it. Her light magic would take
too long. She had another option available to her…but given her current
situation she found it completely out of the question. More than anything else
she would not, could not, let the demons of this domain know about that. Before
she had time to wrack her panicked brain for a better answer, she heard a voice
above her shout something. She didn’t have much of a change to figure out what
was said, but it sounded like “dive”. Taking a chance, she dove again, putting
some distance between her and the ice.
She made the right choice, for a second later another fireball burst through
the ice, heating the water by several degrees all the way down to where
Keyontay was. She wasted no time now in swimming back to the surface. The
instant her head was out of the freezing water she felt a pair of hands reach
under her armpits and lift her. She was pulled from the water effortlessly,
although it hurt just a bit to be handled in such a way. She was just thankful
to be out and slumped against Aurora’s chest, gulping down breaths of air
between coughs. Somewhere in the back of her mind she registered the pricking
feeling of a livid demon’s magic barely being restrained. Keyontay was all too
familiar with that feeling, and felt incredibly grateful that for once it was
not directed at her.
She was only vaguely aware of being passed off to Arun a moment later. “Get her
somewhere warmer.” Aurora instructed. His voice was cold and barely holding
back anger. Keyontay opened her eyes a fraction, and it was enough to just make
out that her two assailants were frozen in place just beneath the surface of
the ice themselves.
Arun nodded and scooped the angel up into her arms. For her part, Keyontay
clung tightly to the imp’s neck and shoulders. As she was being carried away,
she could hear Aurora mutter something about there being trash that needed to
be burned. As Arun stepped into the hallway Keyontay again, the angel could
hear the anguished cries of the two who had been slinging insults Aurora’s way.
She was familiar with a demon’s dying shrieks, which they did not sound like,
so she chose not to care too much about what exactly was happening.
The sea imp walked swiftly down the hallway, stopping only to open a door that
the angel only vaguely remembered passing before. She was carried into a room
decorated in black, dark reds, and accents of white. From the smell alone
Keyontay assumed it belonged to Aurora. Arun set her down on a couch and
hurried into another room, returning only a second later with a heavy red
blanket which she wrapped snuggly around Keyontay. She pulled the ice skates
off of her as well.
“Wait here. I’ve got a change of clothes you can put on in my locker. They’ll
be a bit big on you, but it’ll be better than staying soaking wet.” She
informed Keyontay.
“Won’t Rory care that his things are wet?” the angel asked, looking at the
blanket she held tightly around herself.
“Nah. He likes the cold, and given the circumstances won’t mind at all.”
Before the angel could come up with any other means of protest, Arun was out
the door again and running down the hallway. Keyontay bundled herself up
tighter, finding the room to still be incredibly on the cold side. A minute or
two later, Arun hurried back into the room. She thrust the dry clothing, as
well as the shoes Keyontay had taken off into her arms before scooting her to a
bathroom so she could change.
“Rory says to use whatever towel you want to dry off better.” She stated before
closing the door.
The angel did just that. After removing her clothing she grabbed the first
towel she saw and rid herself of the biting cold moisture still on her body.
Unfortunately she was not given a dry set of underwear, although she suspected
that was due to the difference in hers and Arun’s sizes. She wrung out hers as
best she could before dressing herself completely again. She turned the blanket
she had had on around and wrapped herself up with the dry side. When she
stepped back out, Arun took her wet clothes and said she would get them washed
for her and would return them as soon as she could.
“Now, I sort of pulled my skates off in a hurry, so I need to go put them away
properly.” Arun stated, gesturing to her socked feet. “Along with all the
others I dug out for you to try on. Rory should be here soon. He’ll take care
of you.” After receiving a quick word of thanks from Keyontay, the imp once
more hurried from the room.
Sure enough it was only a few minutes before Aurora himself entered his room.
Keyontay had huddled up on his couch, clutching the blanket tightly to herself.
He breathed a sigh of relief to see her doing as well as she was.
“I’m so sorry about that.” He began apologetically. “Those two are terrible and
are always looking to take their jealousy out on me. Usually I can handle
whatever they decide to throw my way, that’s why I was ignoring them. If I had
known they’d turn on you like that, I would’ve done something about it sooner.
That was low even for them!” he snapped angrily.
“I-It’s okay! It wasn’t your fault!” Keyontay hurriedly assured him.
He smiled at her briefly before stepping towards his bedroom. “I’ll be out in a
moment.” He told her, closing the door behind him. For a few seconds she could
hear what sounded like him opening and closing drawers, and then there was
silence for several seconds. When he emerged again he was, much to her relief,
no longer wearing his form-fitting clothing but instead a long skirt and
blouse. He sat down beside her on the sofa.
“So um…you said those two were jealous? Of what?” Keyontay asked, finally able
to look at him properly.
Aurora cast her a soft smile, and it alone warmed Keyontay more than the
blanket enveloping her. “You see, those of us who enjoy ice skating sometimes
put on performances that people can come and watch. I’ve actually got quite a
number of fans because of it. Those two are awful, though. They don’t think I’m
deserving of any amount of popularity, so they’re always trying to get under my
skin.” He sighed and gave her another apologetic look. “I really am sorry.
They’ve never involved somebody else like that before.” There was a brief pause
before he spoke up again. “So how are you feeling? Are you still cold? It
hasn’t been that long since you were in the water.”
“I’m a bit chilled still, but I’ll be fine, thanks.” She replied. “I didn’t
know you could use fire magic. At least, I assume you were the one who melted
the ice again. When we fought you only ever used ice.”
Aurora chuckled. “Like my brothers I was born a fire demon.” He explained.
“Also like them I’ve taken the time to learn a second element. But unlike them
I prefer my secondary element over my first. I don’t use fire magic very often,
if I’m honest. It’s a good thing primary elements aren’t easy to lose one’s
talent for.”
“That must come in handy, knowing more than one element.” She mumbled, thinking
how nice it would have been to be able to melt that ice herself.
“Yeah, it does.” Aurora agreed. “It certainly surprises a lot of people, that’s
for sure. I’m pretty sure those two had no idea I could use fire, either.” The
crazed smirk that flashed on his face was rather unlike anything Keyontay had
seen on him. She felt a chill run down her spine despite having seen a look
like that a number of times from other demons.
“If…if I may ask, what exactly did you do to those two?”
“Hm?” The smirk vanished and was replaced with Aurora’s usual light-hearted
one. “Oh, not too much. I just gave them some very painful first and maybe a
couple of second degree burns. Nothing demons of their caliber shouldn’t be
able to handle.” He giggled, and Keyontay couldn’t help but catch the sadistic
tone in it.
“Rory reallyis a demon…” she caught herself thinking.
Before their conversation could go any further, he stood up and offered her his
hand. “If you’re feeling alright, how about I take you back to Delalo’s
quarters? You can rest up better there, I imagine.”
Keyontay agreed and took his hand and was quickly pulled up onto her feet.
Finally not distracted by what he was wearing, she for the first time realized
his hands were incredibly soft. She didn’t get to savor the moment too long, as
he let go of her the moment she was steady on her feet. Keyontay removed the
blanket from her shoulders and made an attempt to fold it, but Aurora took it
from her and tossed it unceremoniously onto the couch instead. With that out of
the way he led her out into the hall again.
“By the way…” he began after they had climbed the first set of stairs. “You
should come watch one of our performances some time. Arun and I would love for
you to attend.”
The thought of the demon man skating seriously was enough to make the angel
feel almost faint. He was stunning enough as it was when he was just leisurely
doing what he wanted, or casually practicing with Arun. She couldn’t imagine
what he must be like when he had an actual audience to impress. Whether Aurora
could tell what she was thinking or not, Keyontay was thankful not to get any
indication. She had barely managed to mutter a “sure” before a short demon girl
came running towards them.
“Oh thank goodness!” Delalo cried out when she spotted them. She looked out of
breath, but relieved. “Arun just came and told me what happened, so I ran as
fast as I could!” she panted. “Key, I’m so glad you’re doing okay!”
Aurora raised an eyebrow. “She didn’t tell you Key would be fine?”
“She did, but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t worried!” the demon girl declared.
“Key’s my charge, after all. If something happens to her, it’s my neck that’s
on the line!”
The angel let out a giggle. “I’m fine, Delalo.” She told her.
Aurora smiled and shook his head. “Alright, then I’ll let you see to the rest
of her recovery.” He half-turned, giving them a wave. “I’ll let you know when
our next performance is, Key.”
She hardly had a chance to wave back before Delalo grabbed her by the hand and
gave her a tug. “C’mon. It’s freezing down here! I can hardly stand it myself,
and I can’t imagine you’re too comfortable with it at the moment either.”
Keyontay let herself be dragged along, not minding that Delalo still had not
let go of her hand. For a moment she even marveled that the girl’s hands felt
just a bit rougher than Aurora’s did. She didn’t say as such out loud, though.
However a different, although related thought struck her which she did voice.
“Delalo…” she muttered.
“Yeah?”
“Rory… He’s really pretty, isn’t he?”
For a moment she wondered if Delalo hadn’t heard her, but the demon gave her
hand a light squeeze. “Yeah. He is.” She agreed, her smile warm.
***
“I still don’t get it. She was easily brought down by a surprise attack and
some freezing cold water.” Delalo mumbled. “Not to mention it only took myself
and the triplets to capture her in the first place. Usually when the OverWorld
sends in a second hunter they’re stronger than the first. But Keyontay is
clearly weaker than the last one! Fifteen years ago, that tiny brat of an angel
that came for you went toe-to-toe with the four of us and Faullin and Rain at
the same time and managed to get away! Not only that, she seriously crippled
your forces! I mean, she ki-”
“DELALO!” the demon she had been talking to bellowed. The girl shut up
immediately and gave her master a look that was both worried and apologetic.
“That’s enough.” He breathed shakily. “I am well aware of what happened last
time. There is no need for a recap.” He raked his fingers through his hair. “I
do agree with you, though. This is very unlike the OverWorld. They’re typically
short-handed as it is, so sending one of their Demon Slayers on a suicide
mission is unthinkable.”
“Do you think maybe she was meant to be captured? You know, infiltrate our
ranks and then return with info so they can launch a larger scale attack?”
Delalo asked.
Mikaru shook his head. “No. This angel isn’t one of those types. If she were
she’d be the best I have ever seen, hands down. Believe me, I’ve thought the
same thing many times over these last few months, but there’s no way she was
meant to be captured. She was sent here to take my head; nothing more and
nothing less.”
“And yet she’s weaker than the last one.”
He breathed a heavy sigh. “Continue to observe her. There’s got to be a reason
she was sent. Until then everyone needs to continue to lay low and do nothing
to enrage her or make her uncomfortable. That goes for myself as well, of
course. I’ve been sleeping with one eye open and I won’t stop doing so just
because a few inches of ice over cold water caused her some grief.”
“Of course, Master. I’ll do as you say.”
“Good girl. Now hurry back to her before she suspects anything.”
***** Mikaru's Love *****
Chapter Summary
     Even a demon lord can fall in love. That doesn't mean he knows what
     to do about it. Thankfully he has a loving little sister who can
     offer him advice.
Chapter Notes
     The story of these two is actually a tragic one. But for now, things
     are quite happy.
     Rating: M (for a brief scene)
     Characters: Mikaru, Rain, Delalo
“So…when are you going to tell him how you feel?”
“Tell him?”
“Look, he’s pretty intelligent and all, but he’s not psychic. If you want him
to know, you’re going to have to tell him yourself.”
“…I’m not sure I want to.”
“Why not? The way I see it you have two options here; remain stuck and hope
your feelings will go away on their own like you’ve been doing, and we both
know how well that’s been working, or tell him and go from there. What have you
got to lose in telling him?”
“It isn’t about what I’ve got to lose, Delalo.”
“Okay, then let’s look at what you have to gain instead. If you tell him and he
rejects your feelings, then you’ll finally have closure and can set to work on
ridding yourself of them.”
“But what if he feels the same way?”
“Then you’ll have a new decision to make, won’t you? Best case scenario he
doesn’t love you and you can move on with your life. Worst case you’re left
mostly in the same spot you are now, but at least you’ll have something
different to ponder. It’s a win-win.”
“I don’t think I would call it that myself.”
“Either is better than stressing about it so much that you come to me for
advice.” The short demon girl breathed a sigh of exasperation. “I wish I had an
easy answer for you. I really do. But there isn’t one. This is something you
are ultimately going to have to figure out and decide on for yourself. All I
can do is draw from my own experiences and try to think about what I would do
in your shoes. Whether you want to tell him and get to moving on with your life
or stay at a standstill and worry is up to you. I’m just saying I think it
would be better to tell him.”
“You say that like telling him is easy.”
“It is! ‘I just thought I would let you know that I am in love with you.’
Simple.”
“You’re forgetting nervousness.”
“The most I can tell you for that is to suck it up and do it. Just like every
other thing you’ve done for the first time.”
“Master! There you are, I’ve been looking for you!” Rain called out, hurrying
towards him from the other end of the corridor.
“And look who it is… Seems we’re out of time here. Keero, as your minion I just
want you to stop waffling. But as your sister I want to tell you to hurry up
and make your decision. For your sake. Okay?” Delalo sighed again. “I’ll talk
to you later.” She nodded to Rain before leaving him and her brother alone.
“What was she talking about?” Rain asked.
“It’s not something you need to concern yourself with.” Mikaru mumbled, looking
up at him. “Now, what did you want from me?”
“Huh? Oh! Oh right. I wanted to tell you that I met a pretty young lady while
hunting in town last night and we’ve scheduled a date later this week.”
Mikaru raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Have you?”
“Yes. I just wanted to let you know. I’ve been thinking I should start trying
to find a mate, you know? This is the first time a woman’s agreed to go out
with me. I’m kind of nervous.” Rain laughed.
“You’re awfully young to be concerned about finding a mate.”
“I’m twenty-six. I think that’s plenty old enough.”
The demon man rolled his eyes. “Please, like that’s going to convince me you’re
not still a child.”
“Would you rather I started dating women I meet while hunting, or would you
prefer I kept spending most of my time with you?” Rain asked seriously. “Don’t
get me wrong, I’ll always be willing to kiss you if you want me to, but it’s
kind of pathetic of me to be practically hanging off of you all the time.”
If only you knew… Mikaru thought to himself. “I suppose you have a point. In
that case, I wish you the best of luck.” He smirked. “If things go wrong, I’m
sure you know how to find me.”
The vampire’s face turned bright red. A rarity for the man to be so easily
embarrassed. Mikaru had to take a moment to cherish the sight and nearly missed
what Rain said in reply. “I don’t want to always rely on you, Master!”
Mikaru patted him on the shoulder. “I’m joking, Rain. I like that you’re so
independent. But seriously, just because you’ve got yourself a lady friend now
doesn’t mean you need to be a stranger.” He met Rain’s golden eyes and cast him
a soft, fond smile. “I care too much about you to let you ignore me, okay?”
Rain carefully stepped out of Mikaru’s reach and avoided looking him in the
eye. “I know.” He muttered. “And I couldn’t ignore you if I wanted to.”
***
If there was one thing Rain would change about Mikaru’s palace, it was that it
was always so empty. Sure, there was the occasional servant that he would pass
in the hallway, but other than that he never really saw anyone. Even on nice
days where there would be people touring the gardens or first floor he felt
like most of the place went unused. Many times he had to wonder why Mikaru had
bothered to build his home so big, but he had never bothered to ask. He was
worried he might be picking at an old wound if he did.
It wasn’t that he hated how quiet the palace was. On the contrary he very much
liked that he could wander such a large area without being disturbed. The
problem he had with it wasn’t so much about the place itself, but rather that
it meant he had to actually go in to town in order to find somebody to prey
upon. He couldn’t say he was a picky eater, as he enjoyed demon blood just fine
and he would readily bite both men and women, but only consuming the blood of
the same three people all the time got boring. If he wanted to spice up his
meals, he had to travel out of his comfort zone and actually find somebody
willing to get bitten. It wasn’t always the easiest of tasks.
He pushed the palace gate closed behind him and breathed yet another sigh. He
had just come back from his second date with the woman he had met before. His
stomach and taste buds were satisfied, but the date itself had ended poorly and
it left him feeling empty. Sure, there were plenty like him who viewed others
as nothing but food, and eating was typically as commonplace and boring for his
kind as it was for any other species. But to Rain it felt weird. He had never
viewed other sentient creatures as nothing more than a food source, even when
he was desperate for a change of taste. Biting somebody that he was interested
in? Now there was something he was more than willing to do. He wondered if
maybe he wouldn’t be feeling so terribly if the date had ended well. He made a
mental note not to bite somebody at the start of their date next time. Maybe
then they wouldn’t accuse him of using them…
Sighing again, he began to make his way through the front gardens and towards
the palace itself. He hoped that getting some sleep would make him feel less
awful. He stopped, however, when his eyes fell upon a familiar figure lying on
the grass. Surprised, he approached.
“Master? It’s unusual for you to be here and not on the roof.” Rain remarked,
looking down upon the short man who was on his back and staring up at the
starry sky.
“I didn’t feel like climbing up there.” Mikaru replied, glancing over at him.
“Welcome back, by the way. How’d things go?”
“Thank you.” Rain replied. “And badly.”
The demon raised an eyebrow at him curiously.
“Somehow she got the idea that I was only seeing her so that I could drink her
blood. I tried to tell her that that wasn’t the case, but she didn’t seem so
convinced. It got to the point where she was hysterically demanding that if all
I wanted was her body to just go ahead and do her or drain all of her blood, or
both. I had to hypnotize and put her to sleep just to get away from her.”
The demon snickered. “You’re terrible, treating a lady like an object like
that.”
“I’d feel worse if I’d obliged her!” Rain shouted. “I mean, I can’t even say
with certainty that I wanted to have sex with her. Most of the time we spent
together…well if I’m honest it wasn’t great.”
“Will there ever come a day where you can say with certainty that you love a
woman?”
Rain’s face twisted a little as he contemplated the question. “I think so. At
least, the thought of being with a woman doesn’t disgust me. It just so happens
that she was not somebody I had a whole lot in common with.”
Again Mikaru laughed. He lazily reached beside him and patted the grass. “Come
join me. The sky is nice and clear tonight, maybe it’ll help you relax.”
Rain sat down beside his master. He leaned back on his hands and gazed up at
the stars. As the demon had said, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky to obstruct a
single celestial body. The sky glistened with stars, and Rain stared in awe at
the vastness of it all. He wasn’t one to stargaze, but even he had to admit
that sitting there on the grass, in the gentle night breeze, beside his master,
and beneath the beautiful sky…it was nice. It was times like those that he was
happy that the palace was so quiet. He doubted he would have gotten a chance to
do something so pleasant if things were more chaotic.
“I’ve been thinking…” Mikaru suddenly spoke, startling Rain just a little. “I’d
like to find some more people to serve as my minions…but I’m not really sure
how I should go about doing that.”
“Whatever you do, please do not go and kidnap more children.” Rain muttered.
Mikaru shook his head. “Nah. That worked twice; I don’t want to push my luck.
Besides, I don’t actually know what I’d do with more of you. I’m pretty content
with my territories, and any disputes I can typically settle by myself. Three
is more than plenty. I guess I’m just a bit of a collector.”
The demon fell silent again after that, so Rain went back to staring up at the
sky. For all its beauty and how pleasant the moment was he was beginning to
feel bored. He really could not understand how somebody could stay and look at
the distant lights for hours on end. Despite that, he couldn’t bring himself to
stand up and go inside. He didn’t want to just leave his master so abruptly
like that. His eyes fell onto the demon again.
“Master, may I make a request of you?”
Mikaru raised an eyebrow. “Depends on what it is.”
“I want you to kiss me.”
A smirk crossed the short demon’s face. For moment Rain thought he was about to
get teased, since he had been so adamant about not relying on Mikaru not too
long ago. Instead Mikaru reached out and grabbed the collar of Rain’s shirt.
With a swift yank, Rain was nearly pulled completely on top of the smaller man.
He was thankfully allowed half a moment to prop himself up with a forearm on
either side of Mikaru’s head before the demon wrapped his arms around Rain’s
shoulders and pulled him down again, pressing their lips together messily.
Yes, the vampire thought, this is what I’ve been missing.
***
“I’ve made up my mind.”
“Oh really? Do tell.”
“I’m not going to tell him until I know how he feels about me.”
Delalo groaned and laid her face in her hands. “You don’t say… Let me guess,
you have no idea how to go about learning how he feels about you without
directly asking him. Am I correct?”
Mikaru hung his head. “You’re right.”
“Well fortunately for you, I actually have an idea of how to go about something
like that! And you must have hit the lottery, because I can guarantee to you
that it is something you can and are willing to do: just kiss him.”
The short demon stared at his younger sister skeptically. “Delalo, I don’t know
if you’ve noticed, but I’ve kissed him plenty of times and I still don’t know
how he feels.”
Delalo flicked him lightly on the forehead. “That’s because you haven’t been
paying attention to him when you do. I know you; when you kiss somebody you’re
more focused on how it feels than how your partner is feeling. So this time
have him kiss you and actually pay attention to how he reacts.”
***
It wasn’t unusual for Mikaru to flag down Rain if they happened to catch a
glimpse of each other in the palace. In the seventeen years Rain had known him,
Mikaru had never been shy about approaching him. Even when Rain had still been
seething with anger and thoughts of revenge, Mikaru had regarded him with
kindness and patience and had offered him his friendship. So Rain thought
nothing of it when Mikaru called Rain to his side from across the storeroom.
“What can I do for you?” Rain asked him cheerfully.
“Kiss me.” Mikaru stated.
Sure, it wasn’t typical of his master to be so straightforward, but it would
hardly have been the first time they’d kissed and Rain wasn’t in the mood to
question it. He laid a hand on Mikaru’s shoulder and leaned down and touch
their lips together in a light peck. He was only marginally surprised when
Mikaru wrapped his arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer. They parted
their lips from each other by the smallest amount, but not even a second passed
before the demon lord kissed him again, this time swiping his tongue across
Rain’s bottom lip. Not being one to deny his master, Rain met his tongue with
his own.
Their kiss was brief, and the two laid their foreheads together for a moment
while they each took a deep breath. Mikaru was the first to open his eyes, and
at first thought it odd that he still didn’t know what to make of what just
happened. His sister had been so certain, and he really had paid attention. To
him it felt like Rain had simply gone through the motions of it all. He was
half a second away from determining that Rain did not in fact feel the same way
about him when he noticed the tiniest of smiles on the vampire’s lips.
Oh… Mikaru thought. I get it now…
“So is that all?” Rain asked him, bringing him out of his thoughts.
“Yeah… Yeah, that’s it. Thanks.” Mikaru said. Only after he turned and left
Rain did he realize how weird their parting was…and how panicked he felt by the
results of his test.
***
“Master, I mean no offence but it’s a little strange that you keep wanting to
kiss me.” Rain stated.
Since Mikaru had come to understand how the vampire felt about him, Mikaru
couldn’t help it. Every time he laid eyes on the vampire man he wanted to kiss
him. So despite his better judgement, he did. After only a week it had become
Mikaru’s new favorite way to greet him, and Rain obliged him every time, and
happily at that. But seven days of such a thing happening had become cause for
concern for Rain and he felt he had to voice it.
“How so?” Mikaru asked.
“I… I don’t know. But if I’m honest it’s starting to send the wrong idea. So I
was thinking I should tell you that before it becomes a problem.”
“The wrong idea?”
“Master I don’t want you to kiss me only for my sake. Although I enjoy it, I
don’t want you to force yourself to do something you don’t like.”
Mikaru gaped at him, completely floored. Did Rain really not understand? Surely
that couldn’t actually be the case. Although Delalo had warned him that Rain
wouldn’t have any way to know. Even when the gears in his head slowly began to
turn again, he still had no idea what to say or do about the situation. So he
laughed. It was the deep, heartfelt sort of laugh that made him double over
clutching his stomach with tears in his eyes. Now it was Rain’s turn to stare
in confusion.
“You idiot!” the demon lord cried out. “I can’t believe you. I really can’t!
How are you so dense?” he was running out of breath and had to take a long
pause in order to gather himself again. As he calmed down, taking deep breathes
between small fits, he wiped at his eyes to clear them. “You really don’t know…
Then again, I can’t say I’m much better. I myself first had to get advice, and
even then I haven’t been able to say it clearly myself.”
He breathed another deep breath and leveled his gaze with the vampire’s. “I
love you, Rain. I really, and truly do. I’m not just kissing you for your sake,
I’m doing it because I want to. I’m doing it because I feel that if I loved you
any more than I do I’d burst!” For the second time in a very short while Mikaru
had the opportunity to see Rain turn beet red. If showing his love to Rain
meant he got more opportunities to see him flustered, then perhaps telling him
really was the way to go. Mikaru draped his arms over the vampire’s shoulders
and gently pulled him closer. “I really, really love you.”
Slowly, hesitantly, as if wondering if he were dreaming what was happening,
Rain raised his own arms and wrapped them about the demon’s waist. He swallowed
thickly and smiled almost shyly. “I… I love you too, Master.” There was a
moment of silence wherein they allowed themselves to bask in the glow of
getting their feelings off their chests. Every nerve in their bodies begged
them to just enjoy the moment of bliss; to not think about how problematic
their being in love would be. It was Rain who eventually asked in a low voice
the question neither of them was prepared to answer. “So, now what?”
It was certainly a loaded question, and the one Mikaru had been dreading ever
since he first began to wonder if Rain returned his feelings. He lowered his
own voice to answer. “I don’t know. Besides the obvious, I also do not know
where to go from here even as far as a normal relationship would go. I’ve never
been in love before.”
The vampire raised an eyebrow at him. “Don’t you have a daughter?”
“Rain let me enlighten you about something: you don’t need to be in love to
have sex with somebody.”
“Right… So neither of us knows what to do about…this…and neither of us knows
what a normal couple would do at this point either.”
“That about sums it up.” There was a beat before Mikaru smiled at him again,
and when he spoke it was in a much more upbeat tone. He hoped that would make
it obvious to Rain that he wanted to change the subject. “I’ve been thinking I
should get a bath this afternoon. Care to lend me a hand?”
Rain easily picked up on what he was trying to do, and what he suggested made
his cheeks turn a little pink again. He grinned. “Are you asking me if I want
to see you naked? Because yes!”
***** A Strange Family *****
Chapter Summary
     Kamakazi is an angel who has had misfortune after misfortune brought
     upon her from a very young age. At the young age of twelve she is
     already a single, orphaned mother. She's not in any mood or situation
     to take in a stray, but she does owe Kiko a favor and he makes her a
     convincing argument...
Chapter Notes
     Rating: T
     Characters: Kamakazi, Kiko, Rick, Keyontay
Heaving her tiny baby from one arm to the other, Kamakazi dug through her
pocket for her house key. She hadn’t been able to get a babysitter, and she
thanked God that she was strong enough to carry both a bag of groceries and a
three month old all the way from the store to her house. As she put the key in
the lock and turned it, she prayed she would have enough next month to afford a
decent stroller. She turned the doorknob and stepped into her little house.
After retrieving the key from the lock, she realized the lights were on. Great.
She hadn’t been gone much more than half an hour, but even that was wasted
energy…and money. She reached to turn them off when an increasingly familiar
redhead stepped out from her kitchen.
“There you are!” he cried out happily, approaching her with a grin. Kamakazi
frowned.
“Kiko! If you’re going to break into my house, at least have the decency to
come in before I leave so I have somebody to leave Key with!” She cried out.
Kiko stopped in his tracks, momentarily puzzled before he realized she had a
wriggly bundle in her arms. His eyes sparkled and he hurried forward to take
her groceries from her and to get a better look at the baby.
“So you really had her!” he said softly, poking the little girl on her soft
cheek. “She’s so cute…”
“Kiko…” Kamakazi grumbled warningly. “Why are you here? I’m grateful for what
you did for me, but I can’t have the neighbors seeing you breaking into my
house!”
Kiko set the grocery bag down beside the kitchen doorway. He glanced out the
windows briefly, just long enough to confirm that her small house was covered
in greenery and her property lined with trees. And through them, he saw not a
single house for what would be several city blocks. He snickered and grinned up
at her.
“What neighbors?” changing the subject, he shifted his attention back to her
baby. “So what’s the little one’s name?”
Kamakazi rolled her eyes. “I’m serious, a demon in the OverWorld is a huge
problem.” she let out an exasperated sigh and looked down at her daughter.
“…Her name is Keyontay. Her father’s still at large, but they’ve been able to
learn a few thing about him because of her. Apparently she’s not his only
child, either, but I haven’t yet met the other girl. Our schedules haven’t been
able to match up yet.”
The small demon nodded knowingly. Meeting with another person who only shares
something like that in common with you must be hard to do, even if schedules
allowed for it. Feeling the mood turning heavy, he decided again that the
subject should be changed. He knew what it was he wanted to talk to her about,
but suddenly he wasn’t sure now was a good time to bring it up. Much to his
fortune, be it good or bad, Kamakazi spoke up before he could decide.
“So why exactly are you here? Last time I saw you was seven weeks before I gave
birth.”
“Oh…right…about that…” Kiko’s eyes quickly glanced towards the kitchen. “I…have
a huge favor to ask of you.” The angel narrowed her eyes at him distrustfully.
“I want you to look after somebody for me.”
“I assume it’s a demon?” the angel asked bitterly. Kiko could only nod
regretfully. Kamakazi groaned loudly in frustration. “Kiko, no! You know I
can’t do something like that! Aside from the fact that you are asking me, an
angel, to look after a demon in the OverWorld, there’s dozens of problems with
that!”
Kiko cringed, having fully expected her to say no, but not for her to be so
angry and to go off at him so loudly.
“First of all, I have baby now! I can’t just do whatever I want. I’m not just
living for myself anymore, I have to take care of her! And thanks to a certain
incident before I got pregnant, I can’t work anymore. As it is, I am thankful
that my previous job has benefits for people like me who get seriously injured.
If it’s found out that I am even talking to you right now, let alone if
somebody found out I was harboring a demon full-time, those benefits could be
taken away from me in an instant! Then what am I supposed to do?! It’s hard
enough to make ends meet as it is. On top of bills, I have a little mouth here
I need to feed, and I’m seeing two different therapists for two different
problems twice a month each. That isn’t cheap. You expect me to be able to pay
for all of that and another person?”
While she was shouting, she set her baby down on the sofa in order to free up
her hands. Despite how loud and angry she was, Keyontay remained silent, and
even looked like she was about to fall asleep. For his part, Kiko waited
patiently for the angel to get everything out of her system. He felt guilty,
knowing full well that what he was asking of her was unfair, but he was still
determined to ask it of her anyway. When she finally stopped her shouting, Kiko
gave her a few seconds to breathe before he spoke again.
“Kamakazi, believe me, I wouldn’t be asking this of you if I had any other
option. I know you are stressed and have a lot of worries. Very real ones. But
please just hear me out. This person, he really needs somewhere safe to be
right now, and I can’t think of anywhere safer for him than the OverWorld. And
you’re the only angel I can trust not to rat him out. I know we demons
shouldn’t be trusted, and that I am risking yours and your baby’s livelihoods
by doing this, but I promise, harboring this person won’t make you lose your
benefits even if he is seen. Please, before you say no, at least meet him.” He
pleaded.
The angel stared him down momentarily before drawing a deep breath and rubbing
her forehead with one hand. Kiko held his breath, hoping for the best and
expecting the worst.
“…Okay. Alright. I’ll meet him. Let me guess; he’s in the kitchen right now.”
Kiko glanced that way again. “How did you know?”
“Why else would you have taken my groceries from me and not gone in there, but
stayed in my living room to talk to me?”
She had a point, the demon had to admit. Silently, he motioned for her to
follow him and the two stepped into the kitchen. Immediately Kamakazi gasped,
her eyes falling onto the small figure sitting at her table in the corner. She
wasn’t sure what she had been expecting, but the boy was not at all it. He was
young. Terribly young. Perhaps no more than four or five. His skin was pale,
and there was not a sign of horns, a tail, or even claws on him. Kamakazi’s
mouth hung open.
“Kiko…are you blind? This boy is-”
“A demon.” Kiko assured her. “More specifically he’s a White Demon.”
“A what?”
“I’m not surprised you don’t know what those are, the OverWorld hardly ever
feels the need to acknowledge them, let alone send one of their personnel to
deal with them. They’re…they’re not like the rest of us, as you can tell. White
Demons are fallen angels, or are descendants of them. The OverWorld probably
doesn’t want to admit that some of their angels have turned, so that’s why most
have never heard of them, or at least don’t know the UnderWorld’s name for
them.”
“He’s so young…” Kamakazi whispered.
“He’s older than you. He’s a bit more than three hundred.” Kiko corrected.
“And his name?”
“Rick.”
“That’s it?”
Kiko shook his head. “You don’t need to know the rest of it.”
Kamakazi glanced at him quizzically before drawing another breath and finally
addressing the boy, who had been completely silent this whole time, directly.
“Rick, I assume you heard everything I said in the other room?” The boy nodded.
“Then I assume you understand the dangers of me taking you in.”
“I do.” He said quietly. “If it’s too much trouble, I’ll go elsewhere. You
don’t need to endanger yourself and your daughter for me.” He smiled up at
Kamakazi gently. “You’re so young, yet already you’re trying so hard to be an
adult for your baby. It won’t trouble me to have to seek refuge somewhere
else.”
The angel sighed, and thought to herself for a few seconds. Finally, she met
his eyes again and spoke seriously. “Would you be willing and able to pretend
that you are an angel?”
“If that is what it would take for you to shelter me, than yes.”
Kamakazi turned her attention to Kiko. “How long will this be for?”
“Honestly, I don’t know. It’s largely up to Rick. Firstly he needs a safe place
to stay until things settle down enough for him to return to his home in the
UnderWorld, or until he is able to handle himself down there.” There was a
moment of silence and Kiko quickly added, “I’ll come by every so often to help
you out. I don’t know how much I’ll be able to do for you, but I’ve helped
raise my little brother, so you can trust Keyontay with me for a little while
so you can have time to yourself. Or I might be able to do odd jobs while I’m
away to help you make ends meet. Please, just do this for me!”
Once more the young angel breathed a deep breathe. “Okay… Okay. Rick, if you
will pretend to be an angel, and if Kiko will help me pay the bills, and if
both of you will help me with raising Keyontay, then I will do this for you
two. But if either of you cause me problems I will get rid of you both in a
heartbeat. Understood?”
Both demon’s eyes widened in joy. Kiko threw his arms around Kamakazi’s waist,
hugging her tightly. Rick slid off of the chair he had been sitting on and
bowed deeply to her.
“Thank you so much!” both cried out.
*****
Six years later, Keyontay walked home hand-in-hand with Rick. He often met her
at school to walk her home, and she was always happy to go with him. As far as
she was concerned, the young demon had always been in her life. She wasn’t even
in any position to wonder why a demon was living with her and her mom. Rick
just was, and that was all that mattered.
When they got to her house and started walking up the front steps, the door
flew open in front of them.
“Welcome back!” Kiko called out to them with a grin.
Keyontay let out a shriek of joy and bounced up into his arms, kissing him on
the cheek. “Kiko! You’re here!” she shouted happily.
“Yep. I’ve come to visit again.” He laughed. Before he could say hello to Rick,
the boy pressed himself to his side, hugging him tightly. Kiko smiled and
ruffled his hair. “Hello to you, too.”
“Are they home?” Kamakazi called from somewhere upstairs. “Tell Rick that his
laundry’s ready to be folded!”
Rick whined and pulled away from Kiko just a little bit. “Coming…” he muttered,
just barely loud enough for her to hear before slowly stepping inside.
Kiko carried the little girl inside, closing the door behind him. No sooner had
the latch clicked than Keyontay launched into excitedly telling him about what
she had learned that day, Kiko listening to her intently.
Truly they had become quite the strange little family.
***** Alone with the King *****
Chapter Summary
     Just because a white demon was raised by an angel does not mean he
     cannot be in a position of power. On top of that, just because
     another demon helped to raise him does not mean he cannot try to
     engage in a little physical intimacy with that demon. Now if only
     they could stop getting interrupted!
Chapter Notes
     This takes place at least 15 years after the end of the previous
     chapter. Meaning everyone is of age. THAT SAID~~~
     Rating: M
     Characters: Kiko, Rick
Rick stretched his arms high above his head, leaning back in his chair as he
sat at his desk. He heaved a sigh and got to his feet. He had been reading all
afternoon and was quite tired of it. He still had a lot more work to be done,
but he felt it was time for a break. After all, there was only one person who
would actually pressure him to hurry, and she wasn’t around. As if sensing he
was in need of a distraction, a knock came at his study door.
“Your Majesty, are you free?”
“I am, come in.” Rick called out.
The door opened, and a fairly short man entered. As soon as he had closed the
door behind him, he grinned brightly up at the king.
“How did I know you would be getting bored right about now?”
Rick smiled back at him. “You know me too well, that’s why.” He took a step
towards the short demon, and the man wasted no time in closing the distance
between them and hugging Rick tightly. “Let me guess, you came to bother me.”
“Of course I did! I get bored, too.” He looked up at Rick and frowned. “I grew
up here in this castle, you know. I know every nook and cranny of this place
already, exploring isn’t very fun.”
“You could do other things.”
“I could, but that isn’t the point.” He reached up and placed a hand on Rick’s
cheek. “The queen is away for a few days, isn’t she? And she’s taken Melody
with her. So why not enjoy yourself a little, hm?”
Rick turned his head and kissed the palm of his hand. “So that’s what you’re
getting at, Kiko. You don’t need to be so subtle with me. At least, not when
we’re alone like this. The rest of the castle doesn’t need to know the king is
sleeping with his knight.”
Kiko smirked. “Alright, then let me try that again. I want to fuck you, my
king.”
Rick hooked a finger under the short demon’s chin, not that he needed to coax
him into making eye contact. “Oh, so close. Try that again.” He whispered.
“You’re being a tease, Rick. Lean down here so I can kiss you already.”
With only a chuckle, Rick did just that. He leaned down to meet Kiko’s eager
lips. The shorter demon wrapped his arms about the king’s shoulders, pulling
him closer. The king hummed happily and rest his hands on Kiko’s hips. The two
shared a few simple, tender kisses before leaning their foreheads together
momentarily. In the second of silence, Kiko couldn’t help the bubble of
laughter that occurred.
“And what just went through your mind?” Rick inquired.
“I’m just finding it odd that the two people I have been involved with most
recently are so similar to each other in the way they prefer to have sex.” Kiko
replied. The king quirked an eyebrow.
“Who might the other person be?”
Kiko shook his head a little. “You don’t want to know right now. I’ll tell you
later.”
Rick frowned briefly, but then kissed him again. “I’ll take your word for it.”
Suddenly there was another knock at the door. The two men groaned softly and
took a step apart. Rick cleared his throat and called out for whoever it was to
enter. A servant entered with a letter, and before he could explain where it
came from, Rick ordered him to leave. Bewildered, the servant bowed and left
quickly. Rick checked the seal on the envelope before tossing it onto his desk.
“A message from a certain lord we’re both well acquainted with. I think his
letter can wait.” Rick told a curious and waiting Kiko. “Now where were we?”
Instead of answering with his words, Kiko grabbed him by the collar and pulled
him down again so their lips would meet. He knew Rick was fine with being a
little rough, and he was eager to get back into it. Luckily for him, the king
hummed again and was quick to reciprocate. After a few seconds, one of them
parted their lips and the other hungrily brought their tongues into the action.
The quiet room was soon filled with sighs, pants, and pleased groans.
Kiko’s hands raised and he buried his fingers into Rick’s hair, gripping as
tightly as he dared with one hand and running the long strands through the
other. Rick pulled Kiko closer by his hips, almost lifting him off of his feet
in the process. Just as Kiko’s teeth found the king’s lower lip and began
nipping at it, there came another knock at the door. The two cursed silently
and untangled themselves from each other. Rick took a deep breath before
telling the servant to enter.
The maid was a little surprised to see her king with his hair a bit tousled,
but she quickly informed him that his dinner was nearly ready. Rick thanked her
and she left quickly. Just as soon as the door closed behind her, Kiko grabbed
the king by the wrist and nearly threw him onto a rarely-used sofa before
climbing onto him, straddling his lap. Rick let out a small cry of surprise,
and the short demon silenced any protest he might have had by resuming their
kiss right where it had been interrupted. The king groaned appreciatively as
Kiko accompanied his kisses by finding the hem of his shirt and slipping his
hands beneath it. Easily getting right back into it, Rick tugged the back of
Kiko’s shirt up and ran his own hands along his back.
Their breaths became shorter and faster, and it was Kiko who decided it was
time to start being rid of their clothing. Rick didn’t fight it as the short
demon stripped him of his shirt entirely before removing his own. Both articles
were discarded somewhere on the floor. Now without the cloth barriers, their
hands were free to roam all the more. Kiko’s fingertip pinched and rolled one
of Rick’s nipples, and the king couldn’t help it as his nails dug into the
short demon’s hips, leaving the smallest of scratches. Amused by Rick’s
reactions, Kiko abandoned his lips and kissed his way over to his ear, choosing
to nip and suck on it instead. Rick moaned, bucking his hips up into his
partner in thanks.
“I want to mark you.” Kiko breathed into his ear.
“Jewel is going to see it if you do.” Rick reminded his knight.
Kiko rolled his hips down onto Rick, both of their erections becoming painfully
obvious. “If she doesn’t know we’re fooling around by now, that’s her problem.
We’ve been doing this long before you became king and took her as your queen.”
Without another word, Rick turned his head aside, letting Kiko do as he
pleased. The short demon’s teeth found the tender flesh at the base of his
neck, biting sharply without drawing blood before licking and sucking at the
spot. All the while he kept on with the slow, lazy grinding of his hips that
pressed their erections into each other. Rick panted and moaned without concern
of how loud he was being. Kiko loved it. Rick wasn’t necessarily the reserved
type, but the knight still found it intoxicating to hear him moaning with such
reckless abandon.
Kiko released his throat and eyed the blossoming bruise he had succeeded in
leaving. He grinned at the thought of Rick having to go through the trouble of
hiding it from the servants for the next several days. After all, if the queen
was gone then who was left to have their way with Rick? The king shook Kiko
from his thoughts by bringing his lips to one of his nipples. The knight
groaned, leaning back to give him better access and being thankful that Rick’s
hands were at his back to support him. With a hand shaking from arousal, Kiko
fumbled with the button of Rick’s pants until he managed to undo it. Rick
trailed his mouth down Kiko’s body, tongue quickly dipping into his belly
button.
And yet another knock interrupted their fun.
“Oh for the love of-” Rick growled, moving to stand up. Kiko pressed against
his chest, trying to convince him to ignore it, but Rick removed his hands and
made him stand before getting to his feet as well. Kiko bent down and fetched
Rick’s shirt, offering it to him. Rick brushed it aside and approached the
door.
The king quickly pulled the door open, caring not at all for his unclothed and
disheveled state. “What?!” he snarled.
The servant stared at him, mouth agape and eyes wide. His messed up hair,
flushed face, bruised lips, the forming hickey, shirtless torso, unbuttoned
pants, and of course his straining erection had clearly caught the poor man off
guard. To make matters worse, Rick did not even try to hide the rest of the
room, and it was all too easy to spot Kiko in an equally messy state sitting on
the edge of the sofa’s arm. The servant shook his head and looked Rick in the
eyes as best as he could, blushing deeply as he realized what he had just
interrupted.
“U-um… Your food is ready. It um…”
“Speak up!” Rick snapped. “You have five seconds to finish your thought.”
“I-it is waiting for you in the gardens!” the servant said quickly before
turning to leave. Rick caught him by the arm and glared down at him as he
looked back in confusion.
“I do not wish to be disturbed until tomorrow morning. I don’t care who you
have to inform, but know that if it happens again the lot of you will be
sorry.” Rick told him sharply. The man nodded and ran down the hall the moment
he was released. Rick slammed the door shut and turned back to Kiko.
The short demon released a moan and leaned back as Rick closed the distance
between them and captured his lips again. “That has got to be the sexiest thing
I have ever seen you do.” He breathed.
“Everyone has their limits, though I am probably going to regret that in about
an hour.” Rick replied, quickly getting the both of them back into it, and with
a far more needy rhythm than before.
***** More Fun Ice Activities *****
Chapter Summary
     Early on in their relationship. Que-nu learns that Aurora is good at
     many things to do with ice. Including having sex on top of it.
Chapter Notes
     Time for some good 'ol fashioned buttsex!
     Rating: E
     Characters: Aurora, Que-nu
It was cold, stupidly cold. The underground cavern that housed the frozen lake
that had become a skating rink was always, always well below freezing. Que-nu
breathed out a slow breath, not at all paying attention to the way it
immediately turned into fog. He was enthralled in the scene before him. The man
on the ice was breathtaking. Every movement, every jump, every spin, all of it
drew Que-nu in. It didn’t matter to him that the man was only fooling around
and doing whatever amused himself in that moment, the phoenix couldn’t tear his
eyes away from him for even a second. He leaned forward onto the wall at the
side of the rink and despite himself let out a very soft gasp.
The man glanced towards him, a little bit startled. He cast him a quick smile
before returning to what he was doing. For a moment Que-nu wondered if he would
change up what he was doing now that he knew he had an audience, but no, he
only continued to leisurely skate about on the lake’s frozen surface. The
phoenix didn’t mind. Aurora’s skating was plenty amazing to watch even as it
was. It was far from the first time Que-nu had witnessed him doing what he
loved, but that didn’t make the simple things any less impressive to him. After
all, he and Aurora were still getting to know each other.
Aurora came to a stop and breathed out a sigh. His breathing was only
marginally elevated, and only the slightest sheen of sweat coated his skin. He
stretched his arms far above his head, and in the silence of the room Que-nu
could hear the unmistakable popping of his joints. It was accompanied by a
pleased grunt and sigh as he relaxed and skated over to the wall to join his
companion. He rested his elbows on the top of the wall, laced his fingers
together, and dropped his chin on them. He gazed up at Que-nu, a simple smile
playing at his lips.
“Enjoy the view?” he teased.
The phoenix’s eyes drifted over the demon’s body. His form-fitting clothing
left little to the imagination, especially when it clung even more to his every
muscle and curve due to sweat. Que-nu’s eyes lingered on his waist, hips, and
backside that was sticking out just a little due to his leaning over. When the
phoenix looked back up to meet the demon’s eyes, the man’s smile had turned
into something resembling a smirk.
“I’m still enjoying it.” The phoenix answered truthfully. If being involved
with Aurora had taught him anything, it was that being honest with the man
about what he liked usually led to even better things.
The demon snickered. “Look all you like, then. I’m a performer; I’d be upset if
my audience didn’t look.”
Que-nu’s eyes fell again and they slowly traced the shape of the man’s legs. If
anything, he greatly enjoyed that the man had no shame. In fact, he was certain
if he asked it that Aurora would be entirely willing to lose what little
clothing he had on and would skate in the nude. It wasn’t like the demon was
actually affected by the extreme temperature of the room any, and the phoenix
was fairly certain the word “modesty” was not in his vocabulary. As Que-nu’s
eyes reached his skates, they quickly fell to the ice he was still standing on.
He blinked curiously, an unexpected thought occurring to him.
“So…strange question, but how many people have you fucked on this ice?” he
asked.
A bubble of laughter escaped Aurora. “You ask that like you know I’ve done it!”
“Wait, you haven’t?!” Que-nu shouted, genuinely shocked.
Aurora laughed again, laying his cheek against one of his palms as he counted
on his newly freed hand. His lips moved soundlessly as he thought back to who
he had taken on the ice. His fingers stopped at three being raised and his face
twisted as he stared at them.
“That’s strange, I could have sworn it would have been more.” The demon stated,
sounding as surprised as Que-nu felt about the number being so low. He
recounted, but it came up the exact same. “Well, looks like there’s still room
for improvement. Something is quite unusual for a question like that to be
answered with one hand.” He admitted, casting another smirk towards the
phoenix.
Without warning the demon brought his fingers to his lips, and with his eyes
still focused on Que-nu’s, peeked his tongue out to taste the length of a
single digit. The phoenix let out a slow, shuddering breath as his eyes took in
the slight movement of Aurora’s tongue. He would be lying if he were to say he
weren’t just a little turned on from watching Aurora skate, but seeing him do
something like this was all the more enticing. He had seen that same tongue do
far more vulgar things in the past, had been on the receiving end of that
tongue doing far more vulgar things, and even if just for a moment Que-nu
couldn’t help but remember exactly what those things were.
“So…” Aurora’s eyes narrowed dangerously and his smirk turned mischievous.
“Care to add another to the count?”
The phoenix had to clear his throat in order to speak. “That depends. What sort
of thing are we talking?”
The demon’s free hand found one of Que-nu’s, his thumb rubbing the back of it
gently. He stood upright, bringing his lips close to the phoenix’s ear and
exhaling slowly over it, causing him to shiver at the warmth. “I suppose if you
want me to be specific I could tell you that I would absolutely love to see you
cum on the ice.” He purred. His hand traced up the length of Que-nu’s arm, his
fingers ghosting across his shoulder and neck before gently cupping his cheek.
“Down on your knees, helpless and begging me to touch you.” Que-nu let out
another shaky breath, his eyes slipping closed. “The real question is: how
should I take you?” Aurora continued, his tongue tracing the shell of his ear.
“My mouth?” his free hand snaked its way around the phoenix’s hip and squeezed
his butt. “My hand? Or perhaps…” His lips moved, leaving a trail of wet kisses
across his jaw until they just barely met Que-nu’s. “…you would prefer my
dick?”
The phoenix didn’t even try to hide how much he was putty in Aurora’s hands as
he leaned further into the man’s touches. The wall between them was rapidly
becoming the most frustrating obstacle in history. Wordlessly he managed to
pull away long enough to kick his shoes and socks off and to climb over the
offending barrier. Aurora snickered and wasted no time in wrapping his arms
around Que-nu’s waist to bring their lower halves together. Que-nu hummed
appreciatively, and silently marveled at Aurora being taller than him due to
the demon’s skates. His own arms wound their way around Aurora’s neck, fingers
slipping into his hair and pulling the band holding his ponytail free. He
smirked at the way the white tresses now fell around and across his shoulders,
loose and perfect for lacing his fingers into and gripping tightly.
“I don’t care how you go about it, but know this; if you do not fuck me hard
into this ice, I will hurt you.” As if he needed to further spell things out,
he ground his half-hard erection against Aurora’s thigh. His action earned him
a small intake of breath from the other man, and it wasn’t difficult to feel
the other man’s arousal against him as well.
Certainly needing no further encouragement, Aurora’s hand found the hem of Que-
nu’s shirt and the man relinquished the article of clothing without argument.
Finally their lips met properly, both finding the different angle they were
working with to be an interesting touch. Their kisses were quick, but hungry.
They were just a little experimental, figuring out exactly how best to work
with the inch or so between them that normally were not there. When they
finally decided on what they liked best, both opened their mouths
simultaneously. Their tongues met eagerly, alternating between inviting the
other’s in to explore and memorizing the other’s mouth. Que-nu couldn’t help
the moan that was pulled from his throat as Aurora retreated only to catch his
lower lip between his teeth. He had always loved the way the other man tasted
from the moment he first had, even if they weren’t on the most agreeable of
terms at the time. Judging solely by the way the demon took every opportunity
to taste him and sink his teeth into him, Aurora felt similarly.
The phoenix was surprised when Aurora abandoned his mouth without having broken
the skin on either his tongue or lips. It wasn’t hard at all to determine just
how much the taste of blood turned the demon on, and so such occasions where he
wouldn’t bite Que-nu were fairly rare. He was fully expecting to feel the
familiar piercing pain of his fangs sinking into his neck when Aurora’s lips
traveled down. No such thing happened, instead all he felt was a very eager
tongue lavishing his chilled skin. Que-nu breathed deeply, tilting his head to
the side and fingers sliding down the demon’s chest. He found the bottom of
Aurora’s shirt and toyed with the warm flesh just beneath. His action was
rewarded with a kiss to the junction of his neck and shoulder.
“Rory…” he whispered, “More.”
He could feel the man’s smirk against his skin. He felt pressure against his
shoulders and slowly sat down upon the cold surface beneath them. Aurora
followed him down, kneeling between his legs. Now they were at an angle they
knew well, and the demon wasted no time in bringing his lips to one of Que-nu’s
nipples. The phoenix breathed deeply, suppressing a gasp. His eyes squeezed
shut and he felt Aurora abandon what he was doing to press a finger to his
lips.
“Don’t be shy, now. I want to hear everything.” Aurora whispered, replacing his
finger with his mouth. Que-nu groaned into the kiss, his hands sliding fully
beneath the demon’s shirt and splaying out on his abdomen. “That’s better. Just
like that.”
Aurora allowed Que-nu to remove his shirt before resuming his work on the
phoenix’s chest. The man gasped as the demon sucked one of his nipples. The
demon’s hands ran firmly up and down his sides, bringing warmth to the skin
that would otherwise be covered in goosebumps due to the biting cold. The
phoenix’s nails dug into Aurora’s hips and dragged their way to the small of
his back. With no more than a single tug, the demon laid on top of him, their
erections brought together again, even if only briefly. Aurora’s mouth found
its way further down the man beneath him, tongue dipping into his navel before
teasing the skin just above his pants. He planted a kiss there and glanced up
at Que-nu’s face.
The man was panting and watching him intently. The corners of the phoenix’s
lips pulled upwards when they locked eyes.
“It’s not enough.” Que-nu murmured.
“Well then, I should be doing something about that, now shouldn’t I?” Aurora
asked.
He bowed his head again and made a show of unbuttoning his pants and drawing
down the zipper with his teeth. Without needing to be asked, Que-nu raised his
hips and allowed the man to remove his pants entirely. His erection stood
proudly beneath his boxers, the head threatening to peek out through the
opening in the front. Aurora’s tongue drew across his lips and fangs as he took
in the sight. That same tongue found the tender skin of Que-nu’s inner thigh,
and the phoenix balled his fist in the demon’s white locks. He threw his head
back and panted heavily as some of his most sensitive flesh was teased
mercilessly.
“Rory…Rory…!” he breathed over and over. A moan tore itself from him as the
demon’s fangs grazed his skin, barely enough to leave a scratch. “I want…I…” it
was quickly becoming apparently that speech was becoming beyond Que-nu’s
abilities. Still, Aurora didn’t cut him any slack. He brushed the fabric of his
boxers far up his thigh, tongue teasing the sliver of skin between he leg and
his dick, his cheek barely brushing the needy appendage in the process. A loud
gasp echoed around the empty, frigid room, causing Aurora to snicker.
“Please, Rory! Fuck me already!” Que-nu finally begged, the smallest of tears
managing to form at the corners of his eyes that were squeezed shut.
Aurora raised his head and arched an eyebrow at the phoenix. “You wouldn’t
happen to have anything for me to use, would you?”
It took a few seconds for the words to be processed inside the phoenix’s lust-
hazed mind. Slowly he raised a shaky hand and made a vague attempt at pointing
to his pants that were crumpled up a foot away from them. Aurora needed no
further instruction. He hoisted himself up onto his knees again and dug through
both pockets until he found the bottle of lube. Recognition flashed across his
features and he let out a groan.
“You have no idea…” he began, his smirk wide enough to show all eight of his
fangs in their entirety as he spoke. The expression sent a shiver down Que-nu’s
spine that pooled into heat at his crotch. “…how much the fact that you not
only carry this around, but that it is my favorite kind, turns me on!”
“Then show me…” the phoenix challenged, the few seconds’ lack of contact being
just enough for him to be able to articulate the simple sentence.
Not skipping a beat, Aurora finally untied his skates and set them aside. He
straightened himself up on his knees, hooking his fingers into the waist of his
pants. With another lick to his lips and fangs, eyes ever locked onto Que-nu’s,
he drew down both his pants and underwear. His length was as hard as the
phoenix had ever seen, and was dripping with precum already. As the man eyed
the appendage before him, he suddenly felt his mouth and throat going dry. He
closed his mouth, unaware he had even opened it, and swallowed with excitement
as he looked back up at Aurora.
“Still not enough.” He breathed.
“You are certainly needy today.” Aurora told him playfully.
“You’re the one who wants me to beg.”
The demon hummed, having nothing to say in defense to that. “Get on your knees.
I don’t want a single drop to miss its target.” He instructed.
Que-nu obeyed, turning over carefully onto his hands and knees. After a
moment’s pause, he lowered his chest to the frigid ice, drawing a quick breath
as his tender nipples made contact. Aurora’s hands found his ass and squeezed
and massaged it through the material of his underwear. Just as he had done with
the phoenix’s pants, the demon took the waistband between his teeth and gently
lowered it until it could fall and pool at his knees. Fully exposed to the
elements, Que-nu couldn’t help but shiver.
“Feeling cold?” Aurora asked, his hot breath at the crease between his butt and
thigh.
“Only because you won’t get on with it already.” Que-nu teased.
It was the demon’s turn to shiver with excitement. “I like it when you’re
needy, Que. You say the most marvelous things.”
Not wanting to test the man further, Aurora finally uncapped the little bottle
and deposited a fair amount onto his fingers. He coated his length liberally
and set the bottle within arm’s reach just in case more was needed. He wrapped
his arms around Que-nu’s middle and kissed his back briefly.
“You’re just a little tense.” He whispered against his skin. “I know it’s cold
but you need to relax.”
Que-nu took a deep breath and allowed every muscle in his body to relax. He
breathed out a sigh, fogging the ice beneath him. Aurora massaged small circles
into his stomach as he felt the man do as he said. Once he was satisfied with
his state of mind and body, the demon sat up again and lined himself up. The
phoenix felt him press just a little against his opening and received no more
warning before he was filled in one slow, clean movement.
“Perfect…” Aurora breathed, stilling inside of him just to revel in the
feeling.
The phoenix thrust back against him, and the demon gasped. “Get a move on.”
Que-nu panted.
Wasting no more time, Aurora began to move. The demon was a master of hiding
just how aroused he was normally, but his impatience became incredibly apparent
with the rapid pace he set for them. The phoenix didn’t mind one bit. Despite
his dick not having been touched, he was quite close. And more teasing would
have just been torture…not that he wasn’t up for that sort of play if Aurora
ever wanted to partake in it. He pressed his sweaty forehead to the ice and
fought to keep his hips rolling back in time with the man’s thrusts. He could
feel Aurora’s lips and fangs grazing his back, and wanted nothing more than for
the demon to finally sink his teeth into his flesh.
He finally got his wish when Aurora lost his carefully maintained control and
bit down on a small section of skin just below his shoulder blade. The pain was
electricity through the phoenix’s body, and his cock twitched with excitement,
his breath stuttering into a low moan. The demon’s tongue dragged across the
wound almost apologetically, but the snap of his hips never let up even for a
split second.
Their breaths and moans and the slick sound of Aurora’s dick sliding smoothly
in and out of Que-nu’s hole filled the wide room. The phoenix wasn’t the
biggest fan of doing this in public, but right now he didn’t care one bit. Let
the world watch and listen. Aurora could make him come undone like this, and
that was something to be celebrated. He felt a drop of saliva fall from the
corner of his mouth and join the tiniest puddle of water that had formed on the
ice’s surface due to Que-nu’s hot breath laboring at it.
At last he felt Aurora’s hands slide down to the front of his thighs from where
he had been gripping his hips. His hands massaged the flesh there instead,
still teasing as much out of the phoenix as he could. The man groaned and
raised his head from the ice just long enough to demand that the demon touch
him already. His impatient plea was heeded, and long fingers wrapped around his
cock at last.
Que-nu’s breathing stuttered and failed him rapidly as Aurora stroked him in
time with his desperate thrusts. He gasped, trying to gulp down precious air
that refused to fill his lungs. His precum dripped onto the ice, only a
precious few droplets getting smeared over the head of his dick by Aurora’s
thumb. He ground his ass harder against the demon, forcing him even the
slightest bit deeper. The demon’s free hand grasped his hip firmly, grip almost
bruising. He pulled himself nearly all the way out, shifted the position of his
knees against the ice, and slammed back in. The minute change in his angle did
the trick, and he rubbed firmly against Que-nu’s prostate with every thrust.
The phoenix groaned, his arms no longer able to support him.
Aurora’s lips dancing their way to the nape of his neck, and it was the scrape
of fangs and a twist of the demon’s hand on his length that did the trick. The
phoenix spilled himself onto the ice below him with a sharp cry. The demon
pumped him through his orgasm, wringing him dry. Que-nu’s hips had stilled, his
body unable to move any more due to his climax and lack of breath. Thankfully
Aurora was right behind him, a handful of jittering thrusts being all it took
for the demon to empty himself inside of the phoenix.
Their panting, gasping breath was all that either registered for several long
seconds. At last Aurora pulled out and fell back until he was laying on the
ice. Que-nu rolled onto his side, forehead and arms red from the cold of ice
and baring his weight. He cracked his eyes open and despite himself he felt a
rush of arousal surge through his body.
The disheveled, sweaty, post-orgasmic look suited the demon well.
A smirk played across the phoenix’s features and he sat up. He leaned over
Aurora and brought their lips together in a passionate but sloppy kiss. Aurora
chuckled and brought their tongues into the mix. Their kiss faded to lazy after
a moment, but Que-nu couldn’t have asked for more. They were both exhausted,
after all.
Once Aurora had caught his breath, he pulled his pants and underwear back up
and stood. Briefly the phoenix was amazed at how easy the demon made it look to
stand after such an ordeal before he took the hand that was being offered to
him. Que-nu was a lot more unsteady as he got to his feet, thankful to have the
other man there to make sure he didn’t slip and fall again.
“You know, I could teach you how to skate.” Aurora offered, letting Que-nu pull
his underwear back into place before guiding him the few feet to the wall.
Que-nu flashed him a grin. “Thanks for the offer, but I think I prefer the
sight from the sidelines.” He heaved himself over the wall and was all too
eager to accept the rest of his clothes as the demon handed them over. In trade
he returned Aurora’s hair tie.
“Oh really? You didn’t have fun just now?” the demon asked curiously. He combed
his hair back with his fingers before tying it into a ponytail like it usually
was.
“Oh I did!” the phoenix assured him, getting himself situated. He was only
mildly annoyed that his clothes were cold from laying on the ice so long. “But
uh… Nothing beats a bed or a hot shower, you know?”
Aurora hummed as a smirk crossed his features. “Yes, I do understand that. In
fact, are you interested in getting both with me?”
The phoenix shot him a knowing look. “Give me like…twenty minutes. I don’t
think I can go again so soon.”
“Twenty minutes, then.” Aurora met him across the wall for a quick peck.
“You’re welcome to stay and watch me practice until then.” He leaned down to
retrieve his shirt at long last, and Que-nu was sure to devour the eye candy
that was the demon bending over in front of him.
“Believe me, I would have even if you hadn’t offered.”
The demon shot him a grin and tossed the bottle of lube back to him. “Good.
Hang onto that, we’ll need it.”
The phoenix only nodded and pocketed the bottle again. Aurora pulled his skates
back on and used his magic to make a ball of flames in his hands. He hurled it
at the spot where they had just been, melting the thick ice clear down to the
frigid water that was a few feet below. With a wave of his hand, the water
froze over once more, leaving not a trace of their earlier deed. Que-nu
couldn’t help but think how handy being able to do that was in this situation.
Satisfied that the evidence was rid of, Aurora made his way out into the middle
of the ice once more.
He made certain the phoenix’s eyes were on him, and of course they were, before
beginning one of the many routines he had stung together in the years he had
been skating. Even knowing nothing about ice skating, Que-nu could tell that
this time his movements were as far from leisurely as they could possibly be.
Everything was deliberate, each maneuver carefully planned, and Que-nu was not
going to complain at all to being treated to the erotic display be was being
given.
***** Pain *****
Chapter Summary
     Very early on in their relationship, Aurora makes a
     rather...interesting...discovery about what Que-nu likes during sex.
Chapter Notes
     I hope you all like biting and scratching. ;)
     Rating: E
     Characters: Aurora, Que-nu
The first time was an accident. It was an uncontrolled reaction with a
completely unpredicted result.
The number of times Aurora had gotten Que-nu into his bed was less than a
dozen. It was at a time when they were beginning to wonder just what they were
to each other. Aurora was no stranger to having friends whom he would
occasionally have sex with, and for the most part Que-nu was just fine with
meeting that description. But if they were honest the frequency with which they
ended up doing the nasty was getting to be bizarre. Something about Que-nu kept
Aurora coming back to him, and because of that Que-nu was learning a lot about
his own sexuality…and liked it.
Aurora of course had initiated things. He pulled the phoenix flush against him
by the waist and the back of his neck and pressed his lips hungrily against
Que-nu’s. Something already had the demon half-hard, and Que-nu was thrilled to
meet his call. The phoenix parted his lips without prompting or hesitation, and
Aurora in turn brought their tongues into the mix. The hand at Que-nu’s waist
crept beneath his shirt and after a few loving caresses to his hip and stomach,
the pair removed the article of clothing entirely. Aurora licked his lips
before diving back into the action and pressing his mouth along the man’s neck
and collarbones in wet, sloppy kisses. Que-nu tipped his head back, giving the
demon better access and quietly reveling in the feeling.
After sucking a small red mark onto Que-nu’s throat, Aurora hummed thoughtfully
against his flesh. “What should we do this time…? Any ideas?” he asked.
Que-nu furrowed his brow as he tried to come up with something. He gazed down
at where the demon was absentmindedly swiping his tongue across his shoulder
and collarbones.
“Well… I was thinking that maybe… I dunno, I feel like this is weird.”
“Que, I’ve done a lot of things. Whatever you’re about to say can’t be that
bad.”
“If you say so.” His cheeks flushed a bit and he worried his lower lip briefly.
“In that case, I was thinking it’d be fun to try riding you.”
Aurora smirked up at him. “That isn’t weird at all. In fact, I’m delighted to
hear you say it.” He leaned back and swept his eyes over his handiwork, taking
in the light peppering of red splotches on Que-nu’s tan skin. He was dying to
sink his teeth into Que-nu’s flesh and then lap up the delicious life fluid
that would spill forth, but he refrained. A lot of things could be a turn-on
during sex, but he had no idea how the phoenix would react to getting bitten.
Instead he took a step back and with a tug to the other man’s hip and shoulder
maneuvered the both of them back towards his bed.
He fell back onto the mattress and dragged the phoenix down on top of him. A
brief meeting of lips followed, and was only broken as long as it took for both
of them to pull themselves further up onto the bed and get more comfortable. A
small giggle bubbled up from Aurora as he felt Que-nu gently begin to rock his
hips against him the next time they kissed. The phoenix was definitely getting
hard, but would still need more stimulation before he was ready to step things
up another notch. Completely fine with continuing to take things as slowly as
they had been, Aurora ground his own erection up into Que-nu’s and the two
released a pair of pleasant sighs.
“So good…” Que-nu breathed, eyes slipping closed.
Their hands wandered, brushing across lean muscles and tender nipples. Aurora
stripped off his shirt and Que-nu dipped his head to lavish the demon’s chest
as the man had done to him plenty of times before. The demon groaned, his hands
roaming over the phoenix’s back. He sucked in a sharp breath when Que-nu bit
lightly at one of his nipples. His fingers curled, the tips of his claws
pressing dangerously into the other’s skin. Aurora’s breathing was noticeably
labored and Que-nu was determined to draw a moan from him. Under normal
circumstances, the phoenix would focus his attention above the waist, but this
was a special occasion he felt. It wasn’t every day he got to be above the
demon.
His hand slid down Aurora’s stomach and briefly teased at the sensitive skin
above his pants. Aurora smirked and opened his mouth to say something but was
cut off by a low moan that tore from his throat. Que-nu had pressed the heel of
his hand against his erection and was stroking him firmly through his pants.
But that wasn’t the only sound to be ripped from one of them in that moment.
In the same instant that Aurora vocalized his arousal his claws dug further
into the phoenix’s skin, puncturing the flesh and raking down the length of his
back. Through the sting of pain Que-nu felt his dick throb and his breath
caught in his throat. His eyelids fluttered and he dropped his head onto
Aurora’s shoulder, breathing completely ragged. Aurora’s eyes widened at the
jerk of Que-nu’s hips against his thigh and the difficulty of his gasps.
After a second, Que-nu sat up, eyes equally wide and expression a mix of
confusion, shock, and arousal. “S-Sorry.” He stammered, finding it difficult to
speak with a cock that had suddenly begun to leak profusely in a matter of two
seconds. “I-I have… No idea what that was just now.”
Aurora smirked up at him, cupping his cheek, the tips of his claws ever so
lightly dipped in blood. “Don’t be sorry. That was amazing!” He breathed. “Come
here. I want to try something.” He coaxed the man to lean back down and brought
his lips to his neck again. He kissed it gently before opening his mouth wide
and roughly sinking his fangs into the tender skin. He was rewarded with both
the delicious burst of blood against his tongue as well as a deep groan
rumbling up from the phoenix’s chest. The stuttering snap of Que-nu’s hips
against him was all the more evidence of the man’s highly aroused state. Aurora
laved his tongue against the small wounds he had made, both amused and thrilled
by his partner’s reactions.
“Are you even going to be able to get on my dick at this rate?” Aurora asked
with a chuckle. He felt the phoenix shake his head, too far gone to trust his
words. Aurora hummed again. “Want me to use my mouth?”
“N-no…” Que-nu managed to gasp. “Just…let me…” he ground harder into the demon.
Aurora bucked up into him, providing all the more stimulation for the man.
It had been a long time since the demon had made somebody come in their pants,
and he took a certain delight in seeing the phoenix come completely undone
while still half dressed. He choked out a moan when he climaxed, burying his
face against Aurora’s neck. The demon ran his fingers tenderly over the torn
skin of Que-nu’s back, marveling at the way it made the man’s breath hitch
despite having just come.
“Que…are you a masochist?” Aurora asked. He meant to sound delighted, but it
had come out more amused. The phoenix didn’t seem to notice or care.
“I…I don’t know.” He replied, his breath slowly beginning to calm. “I really,
really do not know what just happened.”
The demon turned his head and kissed his temple. “Well, whatever it was was
certainly amazing.” He stated. “We’ll have to run some tests here soon.”
The phoenix huffed out a single laugh. “Not right now. I don’t think I’ve ever
come so hard so quickly.”
“Of course. Next time, then.”
Que-nu finally picked himself up, hovering just above Aurora again. He pressed
a kiss to his lips briefly before casting him a grin. “Right. But before that
we’ve still got you to take care of.”
Without further comments, Que-nu undid the front of Aurora’s pants and pulled
his cock free from the confines of his clothing. A few strokes was all it took
for the demon to become completely absorbed in the moment again, and he didn’t
bother at all to stifle a single moan or gasp when the phoenix finally took him
into his mouth and sucked him off.
While the first time was completely by accident, all further times Aurora
caused Que-nu pain during sex were completely intentional. As it turned out
there was hardly a better way to get the phoenix completely hard and desperate
for release than a raking of claws or piercing of fangs against his flesh. And
Aurora was all too happy to comply, as he had never found somebody who actually
enjoyed the pain he always had to restrain himself from inflicting during sex.
Slowly the reasons the demon was so drawn to the phoenix were beginning to
click into place.
***** A Gift *****
Chapter Summary
     Three people pay a visit to Death with a deal in mind. Mikaru
     couldn't ask for better people in his life.
Chapter Notes
     Remember when I said that Mikaru and Rain's story was a tragic one?
     Well... I'd love to share the events of exactly WHY they are, but
     this is not that entry. Instead, this is the entry that turned the
     whole of that tragedy on its head.
     Rating: T
     Characters: Kiko, Leia, Delalo, Death, Mikaru, Rain
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“You do realize what you are asking me for carries a heavy price, do you not?”
a figure cloaked in black spoke.
“We’re aware.” A young imp replied.
“And you’re still willing to pay it?”
“We are. We’re worried about him! This is the first time he’s ever been like
this for so long!” a female demon cried.
“You say he has never lost somebody precious to him. Don’t you think this is a
good learning experience for him?”
“I used to think that.” The demon stated, lowing her gaze. “I was so sure that
in the end, it would be better for him to deal with this. But… I don’t honestly
think he can deal with it. Not anymore I don’t. All he does these days is hole
himself up in his room and sleep. Even when he has business with the other
lords or the king he always comes back completely exhausted. The most lively
thing I have seen him do in recent years is greet a new lord, and even then he
slept for a whole day after we got back. I’ve tried. I’ve tried so, so hard to
make things comfortable for him. I’ve been there for him every moment he’s
needed me. But things are only getting worse, I’m afraid.”
The figure looked back at the imp. “And you feel he has not made any recovery
either?”
The imp nodded. “I’ve also started to try and look after him these last few
years. He does seem to perk up a little when I’m with him, but I think that’s
primarily because I’ve become his main partner for sex. I don’t mind that, but
even I can tell that it doesn’t give him the emotional comfort he needs.”
The figure nodded silently. It looked between the two for a moment before
turning its gaze to the third visitor it had, a visitor who had not yet spoken
in the entire time the three had been in its presence. “And what’s say you? You
know him the best, do you not?”
The demon man shook his head solemnly. “I have known him the longest, and I
certainly know sides of him that others do not, but I would not say I know him
the best. I used to, but that was a very long time ago. I’ve only been able to
get close to him again in the last ten years or so. Before that…well it had
been a very, very long time since we had even laid eyes on one another.”
“And what do you think about his situation?”
“Personally I want him to grow a damn spine and get over this. But… But I know
that is not going to happen easily. It’s his first loss, and it is very
unfortunate that it was somebody he held so dear. I know him. He probably feels
like he deserves the pain he’s in, and he damn well does if I’m quite honest.
He’s done far too many unforgivable things in the past, some of them quite
recent. He put a gun to our mother’s head!” the man breathed a deep sigh. “And
yet I can’t stand to see him like this any longer. He is so desperate for that
level of a connection again, I can tell. It was only a few months ago that he
even accepted my advances on the roof of the castle. He hasn’t been willing to
have sex with me in…well since before our little sister was born!”
“So you three are going to split the cost, then?”
“We are prepared to, yes.” The imp stated.
“What do you have that you can offer me?”
The three looked between each other. They had all come prepared, it was just a
matter of who would make the first move. The imp decided it would be him, and
he laid a handgun down upon the desk. The figure eyed it curiously, reached out
a pale hand towards it, but did not touch it.
“How unique…” it muttered.
“It is the youngest and potentially most powerful of its kind. It was forged by
my master himself. It’s known by the name of Blue Moon. Its sisters are Black
Moon and Red Moon, owned by my master and my mother, respectively.”
“And you are willing to surrender this to me as payment?”
“I am.”
The figure shook its head. “I am almost unwilling to take such a thing from
you. Instead, I will keep it in my possession until such a time as our deal is
completed.” It looked to the female demon. “And you?”
“I have in my charge one of yours, as I’m sure you know.”
“You have been keeping her ‘hostage’ for a long time. I’m aware.”
“I will return her to the OverWorld.”
“While normally I would not care, as she has still been able to perform her
duties as a reaper, I will accept that. I’m sure she will be happy to be
allowed to return to her job. That is what you are implying, are you not?”
That is exactly what I mean. I know for a fact that she wants to return to
being a demon slayer. It is something she has not been allowed to do, and I
know for a fact that she is not satisfied with her duties as a reaper alone.”
“Fair enough.” Death gazed at the man. “You are the type that either has much
or very little to give me. I am curious what it is you think is worthy
payment.”
The man flashed him a smile. “As the personal guard of the King of the
UnderWorld, I take that as a compliment. Honestly…it took a long time to come
up with something that would be a fair trade. I have almost nothing of my own,
and what I do have is basically worthless. So I was thinking, ‘what is the most
unorthodox payment I could give’?”
Death chuckled. “And what have you come up with?”
With a wave of his hand that was mostly for flourish, the man summoned a tiny
glass bottle. He stepped forward and placed it on the desk beside the imp’s
gun. Death stared at it, watched the cloudy red fluid swirl within it before
turning a puzzled expression up at the man.
“I’m sure you know what this bottle contains. So before I make that offer, I
have one more thing I would like to try. Do you mind?”
Death nodded. “Let’s hear it. What are you going to try to give up instead?”
The man gave a shrug. “Intel.”
“On?”
“Specifics about the king.”
“Pass.”
“You don’t want to know?”
“I do not.” Death replied. “That sort of knowledge is valuable only to the
slayers. I am the boss of the reapers only. I am not interested in the details
of the UnderWorld’s newest ruler.”
“Alright. I can’t say I thought you would say that, but that’s why it was only
a plan B. So let’s return to what I originally intended.” The man ran a clawed
hand through his bright red locks. “My horns, my tail, my claws and fangs…all
of it. The price I will pay will be to surrender my demonhood in its entirety.”
Death’s jaw was not the only one to hit the floor. Both the woman’s and the
boy’s did as well.
“Brother! You can’t be serious!” the woman shouted.
The man smiled at her calmly. “I am. As Mother did for herself, I will give up
my demonhood for our brother.”
“But if you do that-”
He held up a hand to silence her. “I’ve thought long and hard about this, and
it is the one thing I possess that means enough to me to be worth paying. I do
not like seeing Keero the way he is. Not at all. He is nothing like the little
brother I hold so dearly in my memories.” Tears were beginning to form in the
corners of his eyes as he spoke. “I would do anything if it meant I could get
even a glimpse of the boy he was all that time ago. If I were to lose out on a
large part of my heritage to do that, well, then so be it!” he voice cracked
and a single tear fell down his cheek as he shouted. “Keero keeps saying how he
is too old for this, or too old for that, or just too old in general! But what
does that make me, huh? I’m his older brother! How do you think that makes me
feel?! If it means bringing him even the briefest moment of joy, to make him
feel young and loved again, then I would do absolutely anything in my power!”
The demon woman quickly closed the distance between them and took him in her
arms. He pressed his face into her shoulder and sobbed softly. She stroked his
back, trying to soothe him. The boy’s eyes shone with surprise and sadness as
he watched them. Behind his desk, Death took a deep breath, pushing his hood
back and raking his fingers through his short black hair.
“Very well…” he muttered softly. “A gun forged by a powerful demon lord, of
which there are only two others like it in the world, to be in my possession
until such a time as the one it is being bartered for returns to me. One of my
reapers who has been held hostage from the OverWorld released again to return
to her duties as a slayer of your people. And the demonhood of the elder
brother. And…” he cast his eyes between the three of them. “The loathing of the
man whom you are trying to help for doing this. You do know he will not be
happy about what you have given up, correct?”
“We know.” The woman stated.
“Then with these four things, I will deliver to one Demon Lord Keero Mikaru
Kerro the one whom he holds most dear in his heart.” He picked up the bottle on
the desk and approached the man. His tears had stopped falling by now, but he
still clung to his younger sister for comfort. Death held the bottle out to
him. “This drink, I’m surprised your mother did not use it herself.” He turned
it over in his hands, staring at the deep red, cloudy liquid inside of the
clear, unmarked bottle. “It requires an angel’s magic, something your family
has access to in abundance.”
“She chose another way…” the man replied, voice a little weak.
“Dulin’s sword, if I recall. He forged it with a similar spell.”
The man nodded.
“I assume the king will not be happy about your decision.”
“You’d be wrong. Rick was the one who found it in the castle’s stores. He knows
exactly how rare and valuable it is, and he gave it to me knowing full well
what I would use it for. Whether that means he is ‘happy’ about it or not, I
can’t say. But this is not a decision I made behind his back.”
Death uncorked the bottle with ease and waved a hand over it. A soft, gentle
glow seeped into the bottle from the palm of his hand. Slowly, the liquid
inside it paled, turning milky in color. He waited until all the color had
seeped out of it before holding it out towards the man.
“It is done. Drink it down completely. You are a devil, and a powerful one at
that, so unfortunately you will need to take in all of it.”
Finally the man stood upright again, moved out of his sister’s grasp and took
the bottle in a shaking hand. He stared at the liquid. His heart beat rapidly
in his chest. He steeled himself and quickly chugged back everything in the
little bottle before he could somehow change his mind. As soon as he swallowed
the last drop, Death took the bottle from him and he collapsed. His sister was
quick to catch him and hoist him up into her arms.
“The transformation will not be quick.” Death stated, corking the bottle once
more. “I presume it will take five days, perhaps a week. He will be in pain for
some time even after. I suggest somebody look after him.”
The woman nodded. “I will do that if the king will not. Although I have a
feeling he’ll be willing to do it himself.”
“Who does it matters not to me. Now then, I must go speak with the soul I am
returning. He needs to be informed of this trade.” He paused briefly before
giving them a weak, but warm smile. “I do not think he will be any happier to
hear about this than Mikaru will. Leia, Delalo, I hope you two really are ready
for this.”
The woman smiled back at him. “I think I’ll manage.”
“It’s going to be weird to meet my grandfather, but I think this is for the
best, too.” Leia replied.
Death nodded. “Go on now. I don’t think Kiko can sleep well being carried like
that. Get him to bed.”
*****
As per usual, Mikaru didn’t know or particularly care what time it was when he
awoke. He had had nothing going on the last week and so had spent most of it
sleeping. That had become normal from him. He would take care of any business
he had, would come home exhausted, would let Delalo and Leia pamper him, and
would fall asleep. He would wake every now and again to eat, or bathe, or find
a place out in the gardens to nap, or even just roll over and fall back asleep.
It was hardly a way to live, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to do much
else. He just did not have the drive the do anything. He knew it was a problem.
He knew it better than anyone else. And he knew it was causing those around him
to be concerned for him, yet still he couldn’t get himself to do anything. It
had taken him many years to reach the state he was in, and a part of him
wondered just how much lower he would sink and how much longer it would take
before he would start to make a recovery.
He heaved a heavy sigh. He had to get out of bed. If anything, he wanted to get
some fresh air. Even if it meant that he would ultimately just pass out again
as soon as he found a patch of grass that he thought comfortable, he thought it
might do him better than being underground where he wasn’t even aware of the
passage of time. He kicked the blankets off himself and sat upright, rubbing
his eyes that he hadn’t yet opened.
He froze.
And blinked.
And blinked again.
He closed his eyes and drew a deep, shaking breath. His heart was racing and he
swore up one side and down the other that he must be hallucinating, or having
one very sick dream. He chanced to crack his eyes open again.
No.
No!
No no no no no!
There was absolutely no way… This was not real. This was a trick of his mind,
he was sure of it. A sick, disgusting trick! He squeezed his eyes shut again.
His brow wrinkled in anger. How? How?! How could his eyes and mind deceive him
so?! Wasn’t he in enough pain without his mind doing this to him!
And yet when he opened them again, the man was still visible to him, as clear
as day. Mikaru slid off the edge of his bed and slowly, cautiously, as if every
step would dispel some illusion, walked around it. He stood beside the figure
who was sitting in a chair and leaning against the bed, sound asleep. His hand
was shaking something awful as he reached out towards him. So badly was he
quivering that his fingertips touched not the shoulder he was intending to, but
the man’s head that rested partially upon it. Mikaru sucked in a breath. His
brown hair was soft, and felt real. Without thinking about it at all, the demon
threaded his fingers further into it and he had to sit down on the bed, feeling
he would not be able to remain standing much longer.
He didn’t know how or why…but he was there. His skin was warm, he was breathing
evenly, and he appeared to be unhurt. He was alive and well and in Mikaru’s
room and WHY!? HOW?!
“Rain…” Mikaru squeaked, “What are you doing here…?”
His voice caused the man to flinch and slowly his eyes slid open. He blinked a
couple of times, clearing the sleepy haze from his mind and vision. He felt
Mikaru’s fingers in his hair and nearly closed his eyes again in contented
bliss, but he met the demon’s eyes before he got that chance. Wide, pure red
eyes glistening with moisture peering down steadily into his golden ones. He
cast the man a grin that was a bit lopsided from the remnants of sleep that
were still with him.
“Surprise…!” he laughed, sitting upright. His back cracked and popped, the
position he had been sleeping in not comfortable for as long as he had been in
it.
The demon stared at him for a long while, and Rain merely stared back at him
with a smile. Confusion, anger, sadness…these were all things that wormed their
way around the edges of Mikaru’s gaze. But one thing and one thing only stood
mountains above the rest. Rain got to his feet, Mikaru’s hand falling from his
hair and onto his shoulder instead. With the smallest and airiest of laughs
Rain dropped down onto one knee before the demon and bowed his head low.
“From now until my life is once again forfeit, I am yours to command…Master.”
He said. It was obvious he was trying to remain calm, but the slight tremor in
his voice betrayed him.
Mikaru’s heart fluttered. “Idiot. Stand up.” He commanded softly and Rain did
so, meeting his gaze again. “If you are down there, how I am I supposed to do
this?”
The demon’s fist grabbed at the collar of Rain’s shirt and with a swift yank he
pulled the man down into a fierce kiss. Rain wound his arms around his master’s
small frame and leaned down fully into their kiss, not letting the man so much
as tilt his head back for their lips to meet. Everything Mikaru was feeling
finally broke through the surface and tears fell freely from his eyes. When
they parted, he stroked Rain’s cheek affectionately, all other emotion finally
leaving his expression. Rain smiled at him, full of devotion.
“Now that’s the way I remember you looking at me.” The man whispered into the
thin space between them. “When you look at me, no one is supposed to see
anything but love, remember?” he teased.
“Right… Right.” Mikaru said, closing his eyes and pressing their foreheads
together. “I’ll get my explanation from those who are involved, but not from
you. Because if somehow, someway you are here, then that is all I want from
you; to be here.”
“Then here I shall be.”
“And to kiss me.” Mikaru added, slipping his eyes open just enough to peer into
Rain’s again. “In fact, if you could never stop kissing me, that would be
appreciated.”
Rain did kiss him again, but only briefly. “As much as I would gladly do that,
I don’t think it would be possible. But we’ll have plenty of time for it, I’m
sure.”
Mikaru hummed disapprovingly. “Alright. Then let’s compromise. Come take a nap
with me in the garden.”
The vampire raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t you just wake up?”
“Don’t make me order it of you.”
He laughed and kissed him once more before standing upright. “As you wish,
Master.”
“Carry me?”
“Of course.”
Picking up the much shorter man was an easy feat for Rain, who delighted in
scooping Mikaru up into his arms bridal-style. Mikaru wrapped his arms securely
around his neck and buried his face into his chest. Yes, there were many, many
questions he had and he so very badly wanted to know the answers to them. But
more than that Mikaru wanted to relish in Rain’s presence, in Rain’s touch and
his kisses, until he was able to come to terms with the fact that the man was
there with him again.
And Rain was happy to indulge him in that, no matter how long it took.
Chapter End Notes
     Um… There’s probably only one other person in the world who
     understands the magnitude of what has just occured without me needing
     to explain it. So prepare for a lengthy explanation.
     Rain is a character that has been dead since his conception. I’ve
     written bits and pieces of his life, primarily about his relationship
     to Mikaru, but he’s always been dead in my mind. Mikaru was never
     meant to be a depressed character, but over the years he’s become
     like that…and that is largely in part because I as the writer have
     made Rain so important to him.
     With that said, I want to admit that I had been in a bit of a slump
     when it comes to several of my own characters. There’s things I’ve
     wanted to do with them, but I couldn’t think of how. Well, here’s my
     chance to do those things. This poorly-written bit serves nicely as a
     jumping-off point for a lot a changes.
     The first of which being Mikaru’s recovery.
     The second of which is of course integrating Rain into the world as
     it is now.
     The third is allowing Leia to grow up more independently. This is the
     first thing that I don’t think anyone but me realizes. Leia is still
     very much a child, and he desperately needs time to come into himself
     instead of always looking to serve Mikaru. Now he’s got that chance.
     Fourth is that Delalo too can start doing more for herself again.
     Fifth, this means Keyontay can return to doing something she loves. I
     can finally write her doing the thing she was trained to do! That’s
     something I have never done before!
     And sixth and finally, this means a number of changes for Kiko. The
     least of which being that he gets to adjust to life as as full-
     blooded elf.
     So yeah. Wiggle room to start a bunch of different things…eventually!
     That is the purpose this served! HOORAY CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT EVEN
     YEARS AFTER THESE CHARACTERS’ CONCEPTIONS!
***** "Sibling" Date *****
Chapter Summary
     Delalo has always been like an older sister to Leia. So really it's
     no surprise that she wants to drag him out of his room for a little
     date on Valentine's Day.
Chapter Notes
     I just want to make it abundantly clear that even though I always
     refer to him as "boy", Leia is a teenager. He's not a child.
     Rating: T
     Characters: Delalo, Leia
A knock came at the bedroom door, but before Leia could even call out in reply
his visitor turned the knob and threw open his door.
“LEIA! I have come to drag you out of your room!” Delalo shouted, strolling
into his room excitedly.
The boy yelped in surprise and quickly minimized the window he had been looking
at. The woman threw her arms around his shoulders, not paying attention at all
to what he could have been doing. Leia twisted in his chair to look her in the
face.
“Miss Delalo, don’t just barge in here!” he complained.
She hummed, mocking thoughtfulness. “But you always tell me to knock and I did.
And stop it with the ‘miss’!”
“You’re supposed to wait until I tell you that you can come in!”
“So picky.” She teased, gazing at his computer screen. “So what were you doing
that you closed it so fast when I came in? Was it porn?” she grinned at him.
“It was not!” Leia shouted. Delalo stared at him expectantly and he let out a
sigh. He opened the window again and let her take a look at what he had been
doing. “It’s just embarrassing…”
She stared at the numerous pictures and gifs that were on display now. Each and
every one of them were months old and were of Arun and Aurora pair skating
during the last performance their little ice skating club had put on. Fans
certainly had a way of capturing every last angle of every little thing they
did. Also judging by their comments many had a way of not understanding that
the two of them were in no way romantically involved with each other.
“So do you just like being a fanboy of your own mom and uncle or are you
looking at this for a reason?” she asked the boy whom she still had not let go
of.
The boy blushed. “I’m not being a fanboy!” he exclaimed. “I just thought they
were both really beautiful so I wanted to study them a bit.”
Delalo arched an eyebrow at him. “That sounds like fanboying to me.”
“I meant the way they skate!” he shouted, his blush darkening. “I’m still
really bad, and Mom wants me to skate with her next time so…”
The woman let out a bark of a laugh and squeezed him lightly. “I get it, I get
it! I’m just teasing you.” She planted a kiss on his cheek. “That’s good of you
to try and study like that. But it isn’t good for you to stay in your room like
this all the time. So come on; get yourself ready and we’ll go into town.”
Leia breathed a deep sigh. Delalo released him and he rolled his chair back
from his desk. “Where are we going?” he asked.
“The Surface is full of things for couples to do this time of year, so I
thought we could go up there and see what was available.” She replied.
“But we aren’t a couple!”
“So? Doesn’t mean we can’t go on a little date. We’re two people out on
Valentine’s, that’s enough for them. No one is going to demand we kiss to prove
anything.” She grinned at him. “Not that I wouldn’t kiss you. You’re getting
more handsome by the day, you know that?”
Again Leia blushed. “Stop teasing me…” he grumbled.
The woman laughed and sat on the corner of his bed to wait for him. Thankfully
all he had to do was dig through his dresser for a pair of socks and then pull
them and his shoes on. As much as Delalo wouldn’t have cared if he had to
change clothes, Leia surely would have made her leave the room and she didn’t
feel like getting up just for that. When he was ready, she hopped back to her
feet, grabbed him by the hand, and all but dragged him from his room.
“Arun! I’m kidnapping your son for the afternoon! I’ll make sure he gets fed
and back to you by eight!” Delalo announced loudly as she led them out of
Jake’s rooms. The woman she had been addressing was in another room and simply
shouted “Okay!” in reply.
*****
Delalo led Leia to a small town in the SurfaceWorld. It was a place both of
them had been to many times before. The humans their age that resided there
often lamented that there was nothing to do. For the two of them, though, there
was plenty. In order to blend in they both took on the appearance of humans;
both losing their horns, tails, claws, and fangs. Leia’s skin lost its green
hue and Delalo’s melted from charcoal black to dark, dark brown. They even
shortened up their ears. In the end only their eyes were left to give them
away. Delalo also pocketed her necklace, causing her to look like the young
woman she was and not a child. Leia had mixed feelings about this, especially
when she held his arm as they walked. Shy as always, he couldn’t help the tiny
flush that rose to his cheeks at his arm being pressed to her chest.
His mood was lifted as they began to partake in ridiculous couple-y things. The
first on the list was to stop somewhere to get something to eat. Delalo brought
them to a small restaurant and bought them both a couple of strawberry shakes
that were on sale for holiday. They weren’t exactly hungry, so it was more than
enough to satisfy the both of them. They elected to walk around and look for
something to do while they drank them down, with Delalo insisting on holding
hands.
“You know, it sucks that more places up here don’t serve cherry-flavored
things.” Delalo grumbled, tossing her empty cup into a trashcan on the sidewalk
as they passed. “Strawberry is nice and all, but humans use it in so many
sweets! I prefer cherry so much more.”
Leia couldn’t help but smile at that. “Then open your own store up here and
sell all things cherry.”
She rolled her eyes, but grinned at him. “I would, but humans are crazy when it
comes to their laws about things like that. It would take way too much work to
do something like that. I love cherries, but not enough to go through all the
hassle.”
Of course the next thing on the list of “dumb things couples do on Valentine’s
Day” was to go and see a movie. The pair looked at what was being shown. Delalo
tried her hardest to get Leia to watch what was known to be borderline porn,
but the boy refused no matter how much she insisted it would be funny. Instead
they chose the most clichéd-looking romantic comedy they saw for the same
reason. It was lucky for them that the theater was mostly empty, so the two sat
by themselves in the front row, away from where all the actual couples would be
sitting and paying more attention to each other than the movie.
At first Leia didn’t understand what the appeal of such a movie was, but it
only took a few minutes for Delalo to lean over and whisper to him about how
stupid it was for two people to bash into each other’s heads at a coffee shop
and then proceed to set up a date. Leia stifled his laughter, and from then on
the two of them tore the movie apart. A few times they had to shush each other
for fear of getting kicked out. Once the movie had ended and they were both
outside again, they burst into laughter.
Somehow they managed to walk the few blocks to a nearby park, where they
promptly found a bench to throw themselves down onto and loudly continue to
pick apart the terrible movie. People who walked by gave them a variety of
looks, from raised eyebrows at their apparent age difference, to some who took
offence to their loud conversation, to a few young ladies who found them to be
cute together.
“Here’s another tip for you, Leia…” Delalo said between laughs. She wiped a
tear from the corner of her eye. “If you ever start dating somebody, don’t
suddenly show up at their house at eleven o’ clock with a bouquet of flowers to
try and apologize for anything! Especially if you date a human. Most of them
are in bed at that time!”
The boy snickered. “I already know that!”
“Well just in case you didn’t. Because I guarantee it will not go over as well
as it does in the movies!”
“She slammed the door in his face, and he had to go to her kitchen window and
beg for her to let him in!”
“Oh yeah! Don’t do that either! That’ll get you arrested!”
“I would never!”
The sun had almost set completely by the time their conversation died down.
Sometime during it, Delalo had laid across the length of the bench and rested
her head on Leia’s lap. The boy had panicked at first, wondering what she was
doing being so intimate in public. It only took a few passing couples for him
to remember that on that particular day what they were doing really wasn’t out
of the ordinary and he calmed down a little. Leia had almost thought she had
fallen asleep when she finally sat upright again and suggested that they do a
bit of walking before they go back home. He agreed, and again Delalo held his
arm as they meandered through the park.
With a bit of coaxing, she led him down a path that had far fewer lampposts and
a lot more foliage around the walkway. Leia already knew what she was up to,
and it made him blush yet again the further they went along. He hung his head,
choosing to stay focused on the ground directly in front of him than anywhere
else. Delalo on the other hand was carefully scanning the brush around them. As
expected, every five to ten minutes of their walk they heard a couple somewhere
nearby who thought they were being quiet and sneaky. Delalo had to bite back
laughter every time they passed somebody, and Leia’s ears burned with
embarrassment along with his cheeks. For all that she may not seem like it,
Delalo was still a demon after all, and flustering Leia was one of her favorite
things to do.
It was nearly three quarters of an hour later that they returned to the more
well lit up part of the park. Leia breathed a sigh of relief, knowing they
weren’t going to be passing anyone hiding in the bushes anymore. Delalo
couldn’t help but giggle at the look on his face. Teasing him was just too
easy, she couldn’t help it!
At long last the two left the park entirely and returned to Mikaru’s palace in
the UnderWorld. True to her word, Delalo dropped Leia off again at his room a
few minutes before eight. The boy pulled his shoes off and fell face-first onto
his bed. Delalo sat down on the edge of his bed with a giggle. She ran a hand
through his hair affectionately, and Leia would have been lying if he said it
didn’t make him smile just a little.
“See, going out with me is fun!” she proclaimed.
“Yes, but it is also embarrassing.” He sighed into his pillow. “And now my feet
hurt.”
“From just that little bit of walking?” she asked, surprised. “You’re an ice
skater!”
“Yeah, a bad one.” He stated, rolling over onto his back to look at her. “I was
using my magic to make me look human. I hardly had enough to enhance my
strength and stamina like usual.”
The woman shook her head at that. “You are so powerful, I sometimes forget that
you lack the experience to put that magic to use.” She smiled at him brightly.
“I could massage your feet for you!”
“Don’t you dare touch them!” he shouted, his face lighting up yet again.
She let out a bark of a laugh. “Okay, okay! I won’t.” she stood up once more.
“Thank you for coming out with me today, really. Normally I would be trying to
get Master some fresh air on a day like today, but…well…” she smiled fondly at
the thought in her head and she spoke quietly, “I get the feeling he doesn’t
want to be disturbed right now.”
The boy understood what she was getting at. As much as the thought of Mikaru
spending time with the person he loved most of all warmed his heart, Leia
couldn’t help but grimace at the thought of his grandfather being affectionate
with the man.
“Do you think they’re…you know?” he asked, face contorted.
“Nah.” She replied, waving off the idea he was too shy to ask about properly.
“Knowing those two, they’re just enjoying a nap together. You know how much
Master loves to cuddle when he sleeps. And Rain would be thrilled to be used as
a pillow even if he didn’t fall asleep himself.”
“Well… I guess I’m happy for them, as awkward as it is to think about my
grandpa like that.”
Again the woman laughed. “You get some rest too. Key should be back here soon,
and I want to know how things went for her. I’ll come bother you some other
time.”
“Remember to wait for me to answer next time before you come barging in!” Leia
called out as the woman left his bedroom.
***** Recovery *****
Chapter Summary
     Kiko's road to recovery after his deal with Death is a long one.
     Luckily for him, Rick is there to look after him every step of the
     way.
Chapter Notes
     Rating: G
     Characters: Rick, Kiko
The first sensation he was aware of was that he was still incredibly tired. The
second was that he had no idea what time, or even what day, it was. The third
was that there was that he was covered in a soft, warm blanket. The fourth was
that he was lying down, presumably in his own bed. The fifth was that there was
an unknown weight on the blanket to his left. The sixth, that opening his eyes
took all of his willpower. And the seventh, that every single little part of
his body ached down to his bones.
Kiko blinked, staring bleary-eyed up at the ceiling. Through the haze of sleep
he could tell that it was daylight. He blinked again, and with some effort
turned his head to see what it was beside him. The faintest of smiles tugged at
the corners of his lips. It seems he did not wake for no reason, as Rick was
retracting his hand from where it had been pressed against his forehead.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” The man apologized softly. “I wanted to
check your temperature.”
Kiko licked his lips, taking a moment to find his voice. “’S fine.” He
muttered, barely loud enough to be audible even to himself. “How long…?”
Rick sat down on the edge of the bed where he had previously only been leaning
on. “About three and a half days.” Kiko gave a pitiful groan. “Delalo brought
you back home, and Jewel and I have been keeping an eye on you. I just came in
to make sure you were still comfortable.”
The once-hybrid elf slid his eyes closed again and breathed a little sigh.
“Sorry. I know you’re busy with other things. And I’m supposed to be the one
looking after you.”
Kiko felt long fingers, warm, and gentle comb through his hair. “Nonsense.
You’ve done more than your fair share of taking care of me all these years. Let
me return the favor, even if only briefly.”
“You’re too kind.” The elf teased, his smile growing.
The demon continued to pet Kiko’s hair. If he had had the energy, the elf would
have liked to nuzzle into those soft, warm fingers and palm. The thought had
him blush, if only a fraction. He really was in a vulnerable state, not just
physically but emotionally too, if he felt like being affectionate like that.
He wasn’t as bad as his little brother, but he was certainly not the kind to go
ahead and snuggle on a whim.
“Kiko, if I may be frank about something…” Rick began. Where he had been kind
and soothing before, his tone had changed. He was being serious now and Kiko
willed his eyes open again in order to look at him and show that he had his
undivided attention…at least to the best of Kiko’s ability. “I’m starting to
believe that self-destructive idiocy runs in your family.”
Despite the harsh words, Kiko huffed out a laugh. Rick frowned and continued.
“I’m serious! The more I get to know you lot, the more I am certain. This is
hardly the first time I have seen one of you so easily throw yourself in harm’s
way just for the sake of somebody you love! And how do you think that makes us
feel, huh? We’re worried about you, you know that?”
“But I’m not in harm’s way.” Kiko pointed out. “I’m just fine.”
“You’re not.” Rick replied sternly. “I have never seen you, or anyone for that
matter, like this. You may not think much of it, but it’s incredibly stressful
to see you this way. You don’t even have the strength to turn your head into my
hand. And don’t try to deny that you were thinking about it! If it weren’t for
my mate and I, where would you be right now?”
“With Delalo.”
The king groaned. “That is not the point and you know it! Just because you have
somebody to protect you does not mean you are not in harm’s way. You’re going
to be lucky if you come out of this without at least a cold!”
Again the elf chuckled. “Really? I’ve never gotten a cold before. That’s
exciting.”
“You know, I’m pretty sure the Japanese have a saying that ‘idiots can’t catch
colds’ but you are certainly one who would find a way.”
“That is twice now you have implied that I am an idiot.” He giggled again.
“Hey, I remember how to count!”
“You are an idiot.”
“And what does that make you?”
“Huh?”
“If I’m an idiot, what does that make you? You’re the one who didn’t even want
to wake me when you were checking my temperature. You’re the one who took me in
and gave me a job as your personal guard. You’re the one who will make out with
me at the drop of a hat when no one is looking. You’re the one who gave me that
vial to turn me into what I am now. I’m pretty sure most people wouldn’t do
those things if they honestly thought I was an idiot.”
Rick had to avoid eye contact with him, if only briefly, before speaking again.
Kiko considered that a win. “I never said I wasn’t a fool as well. But do
remember that I owe you so much. A man is nothing if he does not at least try
to repay his debts.”
“So that’s all you’re doing? Repaying a debt?”
“Of course not!” the king shouted, bordering on angrily. “I care about you!”
“I love you too, pal.” Kiko teased.
The hand in his hair slid forward and covered his eyes instead. “Go back to
sleep. Seeing you so pathetic like this is painful.” Beneath his palm Rick felt
Kiko’s eyelashes flutter shut.
“Painful as in so annoying you have a headache, or painful as in so amusing
you’re in stitches?”
“Painful as in it makes my heart ache to see you so weak that you probably
couldn’t even tilt your head up to take a drink, let alone swallow it, on your
own. So go to sleep and get better quickly.”
The silence that followed seemed to imply that Kiko was going to comply. Rick
removed his hand from his eyes and made to stand again. His departure was only
halted by the elf whispering his name.
“Could I get a good-night kiss?” he asked.
Rick gave him a fond look. He leaned against the bed once more and then lowered
himself further until his lips tenderly brushed across Kiko’s. The elf beamed
in delight when he felt the man rise again.
“Sleep well, Kiko.”
*****
Rick shut the door to Kiko’s bedroom behind him. He breathed a sigh and looked
up at Jewel, who had been waiting for him outside.
“I heard you two talking in there. How is he?” she asked.
The king offered her a smile. “Well, he was able to snark and tease so… He’ll
be fine. He just needs a lot more rest.”
The demon woman beamed brightly and hugged her mate joyously. “That’s wonderful
to hear! I do hope he gets back to being himself soon.”
Rick returned the gesture, giving her a tight squeeze. “Me too.”
***** Confused *****
Chapter Summary
     The moments after his and Aurora's first time, Que-nu can't help but
     feel weird about things. Aurora helps him figure part of it out.
Chapter Notes
     Rating: M
     Characters: Aurora, Que-nu
The world seemed to be spinning and Que-nu’s heart hammered in his own ears. He
leaned forward and lay his face in his hands, mind going a mile a minute. He
couldn’t figure out what was going on, just couldn’t piece it all together. Not
for lack of trying, of course, but he just couldn’t accept it. What was going
on with him!?
Beside him the bed sank as Aurora sat down next to him, still as naked as he
had been when he had gotten up to clean himself off. Que-nu didn’t spare him a
glance but could tell that his eyes were on him.
“Having regrets?” Aurora asked.
“No… Not at all.” Que-nu stated. “It’s just…” he lowered his hands, willed his
eyes to open and for the pit in his stomach to get lost. “I’m… I guess I’m just
confused. I’ve never been with a man before so-”
Aurora rolled his eyes and cut him off. “Oh great, don’t tell me you’re one of
those types who freaks out because they suddenly realize they’ve just had sex
with a man. Look, I seduce straight guys all the time. You don’t have to stress
about that crap.”
“NO!” the phoenix shouted, catching the demon off guard. “That’s not it! I
mean…” he turned his gaze down to his bare legs. “I’ve always thought men were
attractive, I guess. I just… I guess I just didn’t realize what that meant.” He
breathed a sigh before elaborating. “I’ve heard other men talk about it. How
they had thought themselves to be in love with another guy, but the moment the
clothes came off it all went wrong. Like seeing another dick was the biggest
turn-off in the universe. To be honest I thought that was all it was, really.
I’ve seen other men naked, but have never really cared for looking at penises.
But then… You got naked and I saw you and it was so different from all of
that!” he shook his head and looked over at Aurora again. “What I’m saying is
I’m just now realizing that I actually like men. And that’s weird to me because
all this time I was so certain I liked women! I’ve had sex with one before no
problem! I loved her, even! So what-”
“You’re bi.”
Que-nu blinked at his companion. “…Huh?”
“Bisexual. It means you find interest in both men and women.”
“There’s such a thing as that?”
“Of course.” Aurora shrugged. “Technically there’s a lot of terms that cover an
even wider array of interests. But for the sake of keeping things simple;
you’re bi.”
The phoenix was still confused and he tilted his head a little to one side. “I
don’t understand though, how can I be bisexual if I haven’t really cared about
seeing a penis until just now?”
“Now you’re trying to make things more complicated than I have a feeling they
are.” Aurora sat more comfortably on the bed. “Alright, I’ll play psychiatrist.
Your attraction could be situational. The situation dictated that sex was
taking place, so your mind and body reacted accordingly when you saw me naked.”
“Then why does seeing a woman naked arouse me even if things aren’t sexual?”
“Conditioning, most likely.” The demon offered. “I’ve an acquaintance I have
seen naked since I was very young. She and I can be naked around each other and
neither of us is ‘bothered’, so to speak. But should we ever decide to have
sex, of course we become aroused by being naked around one another. Yet on
another hand, I do like seeing other women naked no matter the situation. It
would be the same basic principle: you have only seen other men in non-sexual
environments before, so you have never thought of their bodies as something
arousing. How many women have you seen naked in a platonic way?”
Que-nu’s cheeks flared up as he thought about it for a few seconds. “None… Or
at least almost none.”
“Exactly.”
Que-nu fell silent for a few moments, mulling over what he had just been told.
It…made sense. He had to admit that. It still felt strange, and he wasn’t sure
if it really explained everything or not. At least for now he was willing to
accept it. If nothing else it made the world stop spinning on him. While he
thought, Aurora reached over and placed a hand on his thigh. He glanced up at
the man curiously. Aurora leaned towards him, giving him a smirk.
“Of course, if things are still confusing to you, I won’t object to fucking you
until you forget all those worries you’re having.”
That…was a lot more arousing than it should have been, Que-nu thought. He had
cum not even fifteen minutes ago, but those words and the hand on his leg and
that smirk alone were enough to excite him, even if just a little.
“I don’t think that would actually help matters.” The phoenix replied
truthfully.
The demon hummed and slid his hand a fraction higher up his leg. “Maybe not,
but the offer is still on the table.”
“Before that, there’s something else I’d like to talk to you about.”
“Hm?”
“Do you always just… You know… Have sex with people?”
“How do you mean?”
“I mean is this kind of thing normal for you? You just have sex with people
you’ve only just met. No feelings involved, no promises of anything more. Just
sex.”
The demon shrugged again. “I do. It’s a fun way to kill time. Why? I take it
you’re the type who always thought sex had to come from feelings of love?” The
phoenix nodded slowly and the demon scoffed. “I’ve got news for you; people can
fuck just about anyone they find physically attractive. Those who need to be in
love with the other person are actually quite rare. I myself have actually
never had sex with somebody I’m in love with. Besides, I’m pretty sure what we
just did could almost be classified as hate-sex, which is arguably the exact
opposite of what you’re talking about.”
“I don’t hate you.” Que-nu stated.
“I don’t hate you either.” Aurora agreed. “I can’t say I’m a fan of your
squawking-”
“Singing.” The phoenix corrected with a glare.
“Singing then, but I do not hate you.”
“So…this doesn’t make us anything? That we’ve had sex means nothing?”
“Pretty much.” Aurora leaned closer to him, just about pressing their bodies
together. “Why? Do you want it to mean something more? You are a very handsome
man. I wouldn’t mind if we made this a thing.”
The phoenix swallowed thickly, thinking for a moment about pulling away but
decided not to. “Define ‘a thing’.”
“That depends. Right now I’m thinking I’d like it if you and I would have sex
again, perhaps several times more.”
“I don’t think I could even do more than one round right now.”
“I never said it all had to be right now.”
“So what, you want us to be…?”
“Fuck-buddies.” Aurora replied with a laugh. “That would be interesting, don’t
you think? No strings attached, just sex. Something to pass the time that also
feels incredible. I could do so much more than suck you off, you know.”
Que-nu could feel himself blushing again. What was it about Aurora that made
him feel like putty in his hands? “I… I think I’d like that, too.” He admitted.
“I’ve never even entertained that sort of relationship before. But now? Yeah,
I’d like that.”
The demon grinned, fangs fully bared. “Wonderful!” his fingers danced up Que-
nu’s thigh and towards his slowly-hardening cock. “Shall we get started on our
second time already?”
The phoenix smiled back at him. “Sure.”
Aurora brought their lips together firmly.
***** An Angel's First Love *****
Chapter Summary
     Keyontay may be crushing on Aurora, but as it turns out he isn't the
     only one she has feelings for.
Chapter Notes
     Rating: G
     Characters: Keyontay, Delalo
It was almost shameful how long it took Keyontay to realize she was in love.
Even years after the fact, she still had no idea how she hadn’t noticed her own
feelings sooner. Perhaps it was that she had been blinded by the way her heart
raced when she even looked at Aurora, let alone when he paid any attention to
her. Perhaps it was because she hadn’t considered feeling comfortable around
somebody and a willingness to trust them to be signs of anything but
friendship. Perhaps it was that she had never thought she would fall for
another girl.
The first time she realized her feelings for Delalo might not be platonic was
when the demon girl found out that she was having a hard time dealing with the
cold of winter. Without so much as speaking to her about it, Delalo went and
made Keyontay several warm sets of clothing so that she wouldn’t have to stay
holed up in her room all the time. Keyontay remembered putting on one of her
new shirts and taking a moment to marvel that it smelled like the demon. She
noticed that the only time she had noticed somebody’s scent so strongly had
been with Aurora. She became very confused as to why Delalo was making her have
the same reaction.
The second time came after the secret of her being a Grim Reaper got out. She
had felt guilty and distressed that the one thing no demon was ever supposed to
know about her was now known by Demon Lord Mikaru, as well as all of his
minions. She locked herself in her room, crying and berating herself for
letting it slip. True, it meant she could cut loose and kill the lot of them
and set herself free, but she knew her powers were not meant to be abused in
such a way. Death would about have her head if she used them for a take other
than reaping the souls she had been assigned to. Not to mention the mere
thought of what a demon might try to do with those powers made her sick to her
stomach.
Having a key to her room, Delalo barged into her space. At the time Keyontay
was furious that the demon wouldn’t give her space, but Delalo wasn’t deterred.
All she did was sit down beside the angel and pull her close and hold her tight
against her chest. Keyontay was confused about what she was trying to do, but
ended up crying into her all the same, all the while Delalo gently rubbed her
back. A day later and the angel was able to realize that she actually did feel
greatly calmed to be in her arms.
When puberty hit and Keyontay went through her first growth spurts, she began
to notice something about Delalo. The demon girl had always been very short,
that was obvious. But the more the angel grew, the more she began to think the
other to be very cute. There were times when she felt overwhelmed by the urge
to hug her. She thought maybe that was normal, the same sort of thing one might
feel for a small or baby animal. But then she began to notice she wanted to hug
her even when she wasn’t saying or doing anything in particular.
Realization truly struck the angel late one night when she was trying to get to
sleep. She had had a busy day and she was incredibly tired. Despite that, her
mind wouldn’t shut off. She kept thinking about little things, things that she
couldn’t change now and ultimately didn’t matter, but it all made her feel
distressed. On a whim she got out of bed and decided to go for a short walk.
She met Delalo in the hallway, and with only the slightest explanation the
demon decided to join her.
The cool night air was relaxing, and having Delalo by her side calmed Keyontay
greatly. Twenty minutes of slowly meandering about the garden was enough to
have Keyontay ready to sleep at last. Delalo walked her back to her room, and
before the demon could leave Keyontay acted on impulse and finally did hug her.
It was a gesture Delalo was surprised by, but ultimately returned with a smile.
Once her bedroom door was shut behind her, Keyontay noticed that her heart was
racing.
It was hammering in her chest the same way it did whenever she looked at
Aurora. It made her blush. She hurried to her bed to try and sleep, but she was
wide awake again. She couldn’t stop thinking about how dearly she held Delalo,
and how much it distressed her to think about not being able to see her ever
again if she tried to run away. Or worse…if she killed her. It was something
she hadn’t thought about since she came to terms with the few demons she knew
knowing her secret some months ago. She chalked it up to being tired and willed
herself to sleep.
In the morning, she greeted Delalo as usual and it suddenly hit her that should
she ever be ordered to, Keyontay would not be able to kill her. That settled
it. Keyontay was in love and she could no longer deny it to herself.
For a short time she made a bit of a fool of herself. She blushed whenever
Delalo looked at her, and stammered and stuttered if the demon ever touched
her. It took a few months, but Keyontay finally decided she couldn’t carry on
the way she had been. Even if it meant embarrassing herself by confessing her
love, she had to make it known so that she could move on. Prepared to be
rejected, Keyontay got Delalo alone and came right out and said that she had a
crush on her. To her surprise, Delalo smiled and hugged her tightly. The demon
confessed that she loved the angel, too.
It was one of the happiest moments in the angel’s life. The girl she loved felt
the same way, and they were hugging out their happiness. It was strange;
hugging the demon after they had admitted their feelings. They had hugged
plenty of times before, but now that everything was out in the open it felt
more real. Like the hug was meant to ground them after the sudden burst of
happiness making them feel like they could float away, and yet at the same time
the hug made them even happier.
Their first kiss was shared only moments later. Delalo, having experience in
that field, asked if she was allowed to. Keyontay, high on her first love
coming to fruition, allowed it. Delalo’s kiss had been tender, and it was
everything Keyontay could have wanted from her first.
***** Adulthood *****
Chapter Summary
     Even as a young teenager, Rick never quite had a father-son
     relationship with Kiko.
Chapter Notes
     I just wanted to write some making-out...
     Rating: T
     Characters: Kiko, Rick
“Night-night, Rick!” a young Keyontay chimed happily. “Nighty night, Kiko!”
“Good night, Key.” Rick replied with a smile.
“Sleep well, sweety.” Kiko replied, leaning forward on the edge of the sofa to
exchange a quick peck on the cheek with her before she scampered off to her
room for the night.
Her mother was waiting by the stairs for her and followed her in order to read
the girl a bedtime story. Kiko and Rick were left on their own downstairs in
the living room for a while. Rick had the TV on and was idly channel-surfing,
not looking for anything in particular. Kiko cast him a teasing grin and it
only took a few seconds for the boy to look over at him questioningly.
“What?”
“Isn’t it coming up on your bedtime as well? Want me to tuck you in?”
Rick narrowed his eyes and furled his brow. “I’m not a child anymore. I haven’t
been since before we met. You know that, right?”
Kiko waved him off. “You keep saying that, but I still don’t believe you. In
fact, I’m not sure I’ll ever see you as a grown man. Especially when you look
like you’re 12.”
“Look who’s talking.”
“Hey, I’m half-elf. There’s only so much I can do about my appearance.”
“I’ve seen what you really look like!”
The demon snickered. “Okay, okay. You’ve caught me. I like to look younger than
I actually am. What’s your point?”
“You have no reason to be treating me like a child when you prefer to be one
yourself.”
“It’s because you’re trying so hard to convince me that you’re an adult. You
know that, right?”
Rick breathed a heavy sigh. “You don’t treat Kama like a baby… She’s much
younger than me…” he grumbled.
Kiko leaned back in his seat and stretched his legs out. “Maturity has nothing
to do with age.” He said flatly. “I treat Kama like a woman because she damn
well is one, and you know that. She might only be nineteen, but she’s far more
an adult than even I am.”
“Why does everyone say that?”
“What?” Kiko asked, genuinely taken aback by the question.
“Why does everyone say that ‘age has nothing to do with being an adult’? I’m
three-hundred years old! I’ve seen and done far more than a nineteen year old
angel! No matter what kind of life she’s had to live! So why does everyone I’ve
known insist that I’m still as young as Key is?! Even the servants at my
father’s castle always looked down on me. That isn’t fair!”
The demon leveled his gaze with Rick’s seriously. There wasn’t a trace of
mockery in his voice when he spoke. “A three-hundred year old prince who has
lived his whole life in luxury is the furthest thing from an adult there could
ever be. I don’t care what experiences you have, you are not mature yet. Deny
it all you want, I’m not wrong. I know this, because I’ve been there. Believe
me, leaving all that garbage behind was the best thing I’ve ever done and it’s
what made me realize what being a grown-up is actually like. Kamakazi is a
grown-ass woman despite being very, very young and you know exactly what the
circumstances behind that are. I know you aren’t trying to trivialize what
she’s gone through, what she’s going through, but trying to say you are more of
an adult that her only because of numbers is nothing short of being childish.”
Rick let out a huff and turned away from him. The beginnings of tears stung in
his eyes and he spoke very quietly. “I’m not… I’m not trying to say Kama isn’t
an adult. I just… I don’t… Why won’t you accept that I’m not a child anymore? I
may not be ‘mature’ but I’m not a child.”
With a sigh, Kiko reached out a hand and laid it firmly on his shoulder. “You
probably don’t want to hear this, but I get what you’re going through. We all
reach a point where we want others to see us in a different way, and it seems
like everyone is so against doing just that. Relax. The harder you try to
change a person’s perspective, the harder it is for them to actually change
it.”
“That isn’t comforting at all, you know.”
“I’ve never claimed to be good at this.” The demon admitted. “But look… If you
want me to treat you like an adult, you’re going to have to prove to me that
you are one. There’s no other way for it. It’s a hard truth, yes, but the only
one.”
A short silence fell over them. Kiko retracted his hand from the young white
demon. Sometime after Kamakazi came to the top of the stairs to call down that
she too was going to bed. Kiko bid her a good night, and Rick called half-
heartedly for her to rest well. Once they heard the door to her room click
shut, the younger of the two drew a deep breath.
“So you want me to prove that I am not a child?”
“Pretty much.” Kiko replied calmly.
In the blink of an eye, Rick practically threw himself across the sofa and onto
Kiko’s lap. While the demon was still reeling from that surprise, Rick cupped
his face with both hands and roughly pressed their lips together. He pulled
away barely a centimeter and Kiko opened his mouth to say…something…even he
wasn’t sure what, and Rick took that as an opportunity to dive back in and slip
his tongue passed Kiko’s lips.
Kiko stared, wide-eyed, at the boy kissing him. Rick vigorously licked at him,
trying to explore his mouth and coax the demon into responding. Seconds ticked
by, and Kiko found his eyes slipping closed. Against his better judgement his
own mouth began to respond to the boy’s persuasion. Rick let out a soft groan
when he finally felt the demon’s tongue slide passed his own. Gingerly Kiko’s
hands found their way to the boy’s hips, where they held him gently for
stability. The white demon continued to lead their kiss, Kiko responding only
in kind, until the boy couldn’t take it any longer and had to back off,
breathing heavily.
The two stared at each other for a long moment before Rick grinned confidently
and murmured, “So, what did you think of that?”
“Wow…” Kiko breathed, eyes half-lidded. Rick’s confidence inflated for the
briefest of seconds before the demon grinned devilishly back at him. “I think
you’ve never kissed anyone before in your life! Because even a childcould kiss
like you just did.”
Shock flashed across Rick’s features for a fraction of a second before rage
overtook it. “Oh yeah, I’d like to see you do better, Mr. Know-It-All!”
Just as quickly as Rick had thrown himself at Kiko, the demon uprooted the boy
from his lap and laid him out on his back across the sofa and pinned him there.
The boy yelped in surprise, quickly finding a hand pressed against his mouth.
“Sshh!” Kiko warned. “Don’t wake the girls. Just tell me to stop or push me
away if you want me to.”
Rick barely got a chance to nod his understanding before Kiko’s hand was
replaced with his lips. Hesitantly, Rick responded. The demon peppered his lips
and the corners of his mouth with little kisses before very tenderly nipping
his bottom lip. The boy gasped and Kiko swiped his tongue across his open
mouth. It was Rick who peeked his tongue out seeking entrance to the demon’s
mouth, and Kiko let their tongues meet. Slowly, sensually, Kiko dragged his
across Rick’s before slipping into his mouth fully to explore. It was Rick’s
turn to play follow-the-leader, and he did his best to mimic the way Kiko’s
tongue slipped and teased at every corner of his mouth that it could reach.
Just as Rick began to think he was getting the hang of it, Kiko backed off and
nipped at his tongue before sucking on it. The demon pulled away from him a
second later and smirked at the bewildered and hazy look in the boy’s eyes and
the deep blush on his cheeks.
“And that concludes Making-Out 101. There won’t be a test, but I think you’d do
well to remember the material we just covered anyway.” He said playfully,
lightly touching a finger to Rick’s lips before getting off of him entirely.
“I’m gonna turn in now. Don’t be up too late, young man.”
***** Getting Back Up *****
Chapter Summary
     Kiko's recovery is gradual, but steady!
Chapter Notes
     I know I skip around the timeline a lot. I'm not particularly sorry
     about it. That's just how this series is.
     Rating: G
     Characters: Kiko, Rick
It had been a very long morning. Kiko had been up for at least half an hour
when Rick came to check on him. The elf had been gradually feeling better and
gaining more energy, even getting up and moving around a little bit with the
help of somebody else. But it had been the first time Kiko had been awake
before his friend had come in. Rick had said the usual things, “how are you”
and “get some more rest, you needn’t be up yet”. Kiko tried to take what he
said to heart, but if he was honest things were getting very dull very quickly.
Noon came and went, somehow, and Rick’s mate had arrived to deliver him
something to eat and to clean up the dishes afterward. He laid on his bed for a
while longer before grumbling and sliding his legs over the edge of the bed. He
stood on unsteady legs and wobbled a little before taking his first solo steps
in some weeks. He was careful, though, and stayed near something he could lean
on if he lost his strength, footing, or balance.
He looked down at himself and frowned. He knew he looked a mess and decided
he’d get a shower. The hot water felt heavenly the moment he stepped into the
stream. As he slowly but surely began to clean himself up, he felt himself
getting back some of his strength thanks to his body relaxing in the warmth.
A knock came to his bathroom door.
“Who is it?” he asked calmly.
“Rick.”
“Here to check on me again?” Kiko sighed. “Come in.”
The door opened and Rick closed it behind him again. The shower in Kiko’s
bathroom had no door or curtain, but the two had seen each other naked enough
that neither could care. Rick leaned against the wall and narrowed his eyes
disdainfully at the elf. It was obvious that he wasn’t happy to see Kiko up and
about on his own.
“Your mother is here. She and I are going to be having a little chat this
afternoon. I was wondering if you would care to join us.” Rick informed him.
“What time?”
“Three o’ clock. We’re got a little over an hour and a half.”
Kiko breathed a sigh and picked up a bottle of shampoo. “Yeah, sure. I haven’t
seen her in a while.”
There was a short pause in their conversation while Kiko washed his hair. When
he got around to rinsing it, Rick spoke up again. “So you’re feeling well
enough to be on your feet. But I’ll ask anyway because you’re the type who’d
tough these things out. How are you feeling? Be truthful.”
Again the elf breathed a sigh. “Everything still hurts. A lot. And my joints
ache and my muscles burn when I move even a little. But as you said, I can
tough it out.” He turned off the shower and made to leave it, Rick stepping out
of the way for him. Kiko reached for a hairbrush that was sitting on the
counter and Rick intervened, picking it up and offering to do it for him. Kiko
sat on the edge of the bathtub and let him. “You can scold me all you want for
being up and about, but I feel like I’m either going to die of boredom or
oversleeping if I stay in bed any longer.”
“Can somebody die of too much sleep?” Rick asked, starting to pick through the
many knots that had accumulated in the elf’s long tresses.
“I’d rather not find out.”
As the king worked, he glanced up at the mirrors on the wall. They were all
fogged over. Looking back down at the naked elf he was helping, a thought
occurred to him.
“Have you seen what you look like yet?”
Kiko grimaced, although Rick could not see that. “I haven’t. I purposefully
avoided the mirror when I came in.” he raised one of his hands and looked it
over. It was so, so pale. And his nails were short and blunt. Not to mention it
just looked smaller in general. “Everything around me seems so big. Except for
me. I can’t imagine what I must look like right now.”
“If I were to guess, I’d say you’ve lost about ten inches.” Rick stated calmly.
The elf groaned. “Great, I’m smaller than Delalo now.” He let out a huff.
“Well, at least standing up and walking aren’t as hard as they could be. Sure,
it’s a pain, but at least I’m not off-balance. Hooray for having a lowered
center of gravity.”
The two fall silent again and in that time Rick managed to finish getting
Kiko’s hair brushed. As he set down the hairbrush, Kiko asked if he could braid
it for him, too. Rick agreed, although he did ask why. Kiko’s answered that he
didn’t want it to get all messy again so easily when he was still not feeling
back to normal. The king had a laugh at that and set to his new task.
“You’re really gently, you know that?” Kiko asked, deciding that he liked the
way Rick’s fingertips softly ran across his scalp and through his hair.
“I used to do this sort of thing for my mother.”
“Ah, right.”
It was no secret to those who knew Rick personally that the whole reason he had
been cast out by his family was because of his color-blindness. It had
apparently been something he had been able to keep from his parents for many,
many years. As Rick had put it, he had been helping his mother get ready one
morning when she had asked him to get her a ribbon for her hair and he had
unfortunately brought the wrong color. It had raised suspicion, and when his
father had been told the man had somehow dragged the truth out of him. Rick had
always refused to say anything more about what happened.
When the king finished braiding his friend’s hair and had tied it neatly, Kiko
reached back to run a hand over it. The elf smiled and half-turned to thank
him. A few seconds ticked by wherein Rick decided to remove the strands of hair
from his brush.
“So… What are the chances of getting you to fuck me before we visit with my
mom?” Kiko asked.
Rick sighed and cast him a serious look. “Until you are willing to see yourself
in the mirror, I do not want to see you beneath me.” A flash of mischievousness
crossed Kiko’s features, and before he could say anything Rick added, “Or above
me.”
Kiko shrugged. “Can’t blame a guy for trying…” he muttered.
The king shook his head. “You really should be resting.”
“You keep saying that.” The elf grumbled. He got back to his feet and fetched a
towel to begin drying himself off properly.
“I keep saying it because it would be for the best. Did you remember to bring
in a change of clothes?”
Kiko pointed to a small pile on the counter. “I think they’re going to be a
little big on me. I was practically swimming in the clothes I had on when I got
up.”
“I’ll see if you sister can make or pick out some new ones for you. Well, I’ll
be waiting outside. Take your time.”
“Yeah, I’ll be out shortly.”
*****
Kiko opened the door and stood aside to allow Rick to step passed him and into
the small sitting room where the former queen was already waiting. Her head
turned at the expected intrusion and her eyes widened at the sight of her son.
While Kiko shut the door behind then, the woman stood to greet Rick warmly.
Rick took her hand and kissed it, returning her friendly greeting. She then
turned her attention back to Kiko.
“You’re looking far more worse for wear than I expected.” She commented, her
eyes roaming over him. “I won’t ask what happened or why, but seeing you like
this is concerning.”
“I’ll tell you about it later, Mom.” Kiko replied.
She smiled faintly. “Of course.” When she continued, her tone was far more
chipper than before. “Well, at the very least you are still making an effort to
look your best. That is good. A king’s guard should always look his best when
in the presence of a guest.”
Kiko let out yet another sigh. The demon king and the former queen took their
seats across from one another. Under normal circumstances Kiko would have
stayed by the door, standing guard, but Rick motioned for him to take a seat on
the couch beside him. Feeling his knees and ankles already crying out for
relief, Kiko obliged without protest.
Rick folded his hands neatly in his lap and addressed the woman. “Now then,
Tiffany, what is it you wanted to discuss?”
***** An Angel's First Time *****
Chapter Summary
     Delalo takes Keyontay's virginity.
Chapter Notes
     Making use of that underage warning! Also, a rare F/F bit of smut
     from me. I'll admit I do not have much practice at this type, but
     hopefully it's good.
     Rating: E
     Characters: Delalo, Keyontay
Delalo wrapped her arms around Keyontay’s neck, pulling the angel just a
fraction closer to herself. Keyontay smiled into their kiss, breaking it off
after a moment to gaze down at her shorter girlfriend. They’d made up their
minds earlier, but for everything to finally be happening was…well it was
exciting, certainly, but also intimidating. It must have shown on her face
because Delalo frowned.
“You wanna stop?” the demon asked.
“What?”
“You look nervous, so I’m giving you an out. We don’t have to do this if you
don’t want to.”
The angel shook her head vigorously. “No! I mean, I am nervous, but I want to
do this.” Keyontay replied. She glanced away shyly. “I can’t say I’ve ever
imagined doing this with another girl before… I haven’t exactly imagined doing
it with anyone… But I want this. I want to have sex with you, here and now.”
Delalo gazed fondly up at her before rising back up onto her tiptoes in order
to kiss her again. The angel’s hands on her hips slid to her back and her arms
held the demon tightly, bringing their bodies together. Their kisses remained
brief, almost gentle, but ever increasing in intensity. The demon slipped her
tongue passed their lips, earning a squeak of embarrassment from Keyontay.
Before Delalo could pull away out of fear of moving too quickly, the angel
tightened her hold on her and responded in kind with her own tongue. Mildly
impressed by the other girl’s eagerness, Delalo led their kiss as she often
did. They had made out a few times before, but the angel was still wholly
unskilled at it. Not that it mattered much to Delalo. Just the slick sensation
of their tongues sliding against one another and the way Keyontay’s breath
would occasionally hitch as she forgot how to breath was plenty. Besides, there
would always be time to teach her how to kiss properly. Later.
To the demon’s surprise, she felt one of Keyontay’s hands grip the bottom of
her shirt. A second later that same hand was lifting the fabric and the angel’s
free hand slid beneath it, shyly caressing Delalo’s lower back. As much as
Delalo wanted to tease her, to say something like “look at you being brave” she
resisted. Instead she slid her own hands down from the angel’s neck, where
she’d had her arms loosely wrapped around, and to her collarbones. Every fiber
of the demon’s being wanted to go further still, to reach just a bit lower in
order to cup the angel’s breasts. But again, she resisted. Keyontay surprised
her again by reaching further up her back and hooking a finger into the back of
her bra.
“Can I…?” Keyontay asked, cheeks beautifully darkened and voice weak from
nerves.
“Only if I can do the same.” Delalo replied.
The angel gave a single nod before making quick work of the little hooks.
Delalo stepped back just a little and pulled off her own shirt and bra.
Keyontay turned red as he eyes skimmed over her girlfriend’s bare chest. The
demon smirked and reached around her girlfriend in order to repeat the action,
lifting the angel’s shirt out of the way and easily pulling the little hooks
free. As it seemed the angel was currently full of surprises, Keyontay also
took half a step back and pulled her own shirt over her head, followed by
discarding her bra entirely. Delalo couldn’t help the way she licked her lower
lip as her eyes raked over her girlfriend’s toned form.
With a gentle push, Delalo sat Keyontay on the edge of the bed. The demon dived
in for another brief kiss before putting her mouth to work on other parts of
her body. She kissed across her jaw to her ear and then down to her neck. Her
fangs lightly scraped the tender skin, leaving tiny red marks here and there.
Keyontay’s breath hitched at every scratch, but her body was beginning to
tremble. Unsure what she should be doing, the angel buried a hand in the
demon’s hair and gripped the sheets at her side tightly.
Delalo worked her way slowly down Keyontay’s body. Her lips and tongue traced
the line of her collarbone and then down between her breasts. One of Delalo’s
hands caressed her hip before slowly moving upward, the tips of her claws
ghosting over her skin in her hand’s wake. The first gentle touch to Keyontay’s
breast pulled a short gasp from her lips, and Delalo lightly kneaded the soft
flesh in her hand. The demon brought her mouth over to her other breast and
exhaled a small breath over the tender nipple. Again the angel squeaked, but
this time it was accompanied by her shutting her eyes tightly and worrying her
bottom lip. Taking that as all the incentive she needed, Delalo flicked her
tongue across the small bud before wrapping her lips around it and sucking
softly. Her fingers pinched and rolled the other a little before going back to
groping and caressing the breast itself.
After drawing out a few more choked breaths and moans in this manner, the
demon’s mouth moved lower once again. The tip of her tongue glided down her
ribs and over her abs. It circled around her navel and came to a stop at the
hem of her skirt. Delalo placed a quick peck there before looking up at her
partner.
“So, which would you prefer? My fingers, or my mouth?” she asked.
Speaking took some effort on Keyontay’s part, something that caught her off
guard. She could form the sentences in her mind, but getting her voice to
cooperate was a challenge unto itself. “U-um… I don’t… I don’t know? W-
wouldn’t… Wouldn’t that t-taste weird?”
Delalo gave a shrug. “I’m actually partial to doing it that way. In fact, it’s
one of the things I am quite confident in my skill for. As for the taste, well,
there’s clearly only one way to find out.”
Before Keyontay had a chance to articulate anything, Delalo’s hands had hiked
up her skirt and her fingers had hooked themselves into her shorts and
underwear. The angel fidgeted a little before she raised herself off the bed to
allow Delalo to remove both in one fell swoop. Keyontay stepped out of them and
stood nervously as Delalo tossed them aside and looked back up at her.
“Either lie down or sit on the edge again. Whichever you think you’d be more
comfortable with.” The demon told her before kissing her again.
Keyontay returned it, pressing a little more roughly. Slowly, shyly, she
crawled up onto the bed and laid down on her back. Delalo climbed up with her.
The angel’s instincts told her to keep her thighs together, but the soft,
gentle way Delalo ran her hand over her thigh had her relax just a little.
Slowly, with her face turning ever more red with each passing second, Keyontay
spread her legs open. Delalo grinned and her hand wandered up passed the hem of
her skirt. As her hand continued to climb, both of them could tell that
Keyontay was trembling quite a lot. Nerves and arousal together, Delalo
assumed. Her fingertips brushed a sensitive spot far up the angel’s inner thigh
and the skin visible quivered.
“I promise this will be good.” Delalo whispered before kissing her inner thigh.
The first touch of the demon’s lips to the wet folds between Keyontay’s legs
had her gasping loudly. Experimentally, Delalo slipped her tongue between them
and bathed the whole area in one broad lick. The whole motion of it had the
angel shuddering and tipping her head back further. The demon repeated it a few
times, playing with the amount of pressure and speed. The ordeal made Keyontay
clutch the sheets tightly in her fists and her toes curl. Delalo repressed a
chuckle before getting more serious in her efforts.
Her tongue lapped around the short expanse before her, teasing with feather-
light licks and rough, long drags, neither of which ever quite hit exactly
where Keyontay wanted them to. Somewhere in the back of the angel’s mind, she
knew that Delalo was doing that on purpose.
“She’s a demon, after all.” Was one of the last things the angel remembered
thinking.
Delalo’s tongue continued to dance between the angel’s folds, drawing intricate
little patterns between licks. Finally, the tip of her tongue pressed against
Keyontay’s clit and the angel groaned loudly, arching her back into the touch.
Satisfied with herself, the demon pressed against the inside of her thigh with
one hand in order to keep her legs spread and doubled down on her task. Her
attention was entirely on the small head now, showering it with tiny little
flicks of her tongue, occasionally breaking the action with a quick kiss or
suck. It was working, and the whole of the angel’s body shook almost violently.
If it weren’t for the hand on her thigh, Keyontay would’ve been squeezing
Delalo’s head uncomfortably. As it was, the demon was somewhat amazed at how
much effort she had to put into keeping them parted. She knew the angel was
strong, but this was just driving that fact home all the more.
When the angel came, it was with a particularly nice arching of her back and a
choked whine. Almost immediately the angel collapsed onto the bed, limp, and
panting as if she had just sprinted a mile. Delalo withdrew from between her
legs and eyed up the state her girlfriend was in. Keyontay gasped for breath
and her eyes cracked open a small fraction, just in time to catch Delalo
licking her lips clean.
The angel swallowed roughly, throat dry. “So…tingly…” she whispered.
Delalo chuckled at that. “You’re amazing.” She stated, leaning down to give her
exhausted girlfriend a quick peck on the lips. “Take you time but,” the demon
sat up and leaned her back against the wall, “come here when you’re ready.”
No sooner had she finished speaking than Delalo slipped a hand into her own
pants. The demon breathed out a contented sigh as she began to work herself
over.
Keyontay couldn’t just watch. She forced her strength and the feeling in her
limbs to return at least enough that she could sit up and crawl over to Delalo.
The demon welcomed the kiss she offered and wrapped her free arm around her
neck. Keyontay didn’t really know what to do, so she did the only thing that
came to mind besides kissing Delalo silly. She splayed a hand on the demon’s
stomach and did her best to imitate the caressing touch Delalo had used on her,
bringing her hand up to grope at one of her small breasts. Delalo’s breath
hitched just a little, and a pleased grin spread across her features. The angel
brought her lips to her neck and peppered it with kisses both fleeting and
rough and everywhere in between.
Delalo’s own orgasm hit her quickly, and her whole body tensed. It wasn’t as
vocal as Keyontay’s had been, but that was perhaps in part of Delalo biting her
lip rather harshly. Seeing a tiny spot of blood forming beneath one of the
demon’s fangs, Keyontay leaned in and wiped it away with her tongue. The demon
exhaled a long breath and her eyes slipped open. She removed her hand from her
pants and made to grab a few tissues from beside her bed. Keyontay quickly
caught her wrist and swiped her tongue across one of her dirtied fingers. The
angel’s face contorted and the demon chuckled.
“Well, not everyone is okay with the taste.” She muttered, pulling several
tissues free.
“No, it’s not that…” the angel mumbled. “It’s… Weird. Certainly. But…” her
cheeks lit up and she couldn’t look at her girlfriend. “It isn’t bad.”
Delalo laughed and handed her a couple of tissues. The two cleaned themselves
up enough that they wouldn’t get the sheets dirty. Feeling a little odd about
how she was dressed, Keyontay pulled her underwear back on, but otherwise the
two remained as they were. The demon pulled her girlfriend close to her again
and buried her nose in her hair. Keyontay giggled and cuddled up against
Delalo’s chest.
“I can see why people really like sex.” Keyontay whispered.
Again the demon chuckled. “I’ll be happy to play around with you some more. My
fingers aren’t too bad either, if I do say so myself.” She kissed the top of
the angel’s head. “Or if you want to try having something penetrate you, I’ve
probably got something around here that would be to your liking.”
Again Keyontay turned red. “I… Yeah. That’d be fun to try.”
***** Grief *****
Chapter Summary
     After the death of his beloved, Mikaru is an absolute mess. Delalo
     tries to help him.
     But of course things won't always be so bleak and hopeless...
Chapter Notes
     Slight incest warning, but hardly anything explicit.
     Rating: T
     Characters: Mikaru, Delalo, Rain
In the silence and darkness of the night, Mikaru lay on his bed staring idly up
at the ceiling. He felt…numb. So many things had happened that day, and he
really should be spending his time elsewhere doing something other than
nothing. But…where should he be? He couldn’t even begin to think of an answer.
What should he be doing? That, too, escaped him. He couldn’t even piece
together what he should be feeling. He was a mess, and he knew it.
A soft knock sounded at his bedroom door before the knob turned and his younger
sister poked her head in. Through the thin stream of light let in by the open
door she could see the blank way he gazed above him, not truly seeing what was
there. Silently as possible she slipped inside and closed the door behind her,
casting the room back into darkness. She didn’t need the light to navigate the
way to her brother’s bed, where she sat down on its edge. With a single hand,
she reached out and touched Mikaru’s shoulder.
After a moment of silence, and without being prompted to, he spoke. “Hey,
Delalo?” he asked, “What did you feel like?”
“When?” she inquired.
“When Jerry died.”
Delalo breathed a deep sigh and closed her eyes. That was so long ago now, but
she could still vividly remember how she felt. Quietly, she answered him. “A
lot of things. Sadness. Anger. Guilt. Hatred. That the world was being unfair.
That things shouldn’t have turned out the way they did. That I should have been
able to do something. …That I shouldn’t have done anything in the first place.
Pain, mostly. There’s no one way to really describe grief.”
Slowly, her brother nodded, his eyes still trained on the ceiling. “And…what
did you do?”
“What I think everyone does when they don’t know what else to do. I cried. A
lot. I sat alone and sobbed. Everything that reminded me of him made me cry,
and even those times when he came to mind for no reason I cried.”
“But you aren’t crying now.”
She shook her head. “I am not, no.”
“Why?”
“Because it was a long time ago.”
“Doesn’t it still hurt?”
“Of course it does. My son died. I miss him often, and every now and then I
wonder what it would be like if I could have found a way to defy all the odds
that nature had stacked against him and helped him live.”
“So you still love him?”
“I do. And I always will. But there’s no use in grieving like that forever.
What’s done is done, and Jerry is dead.”
“So…what should I do?”
“That’s…that’s not something I can tell you. Everyone deals with grief
differently.”
Mikaru’s eyes watered and slipped shut. “I don’t know what to do…”
Delalo’s hand slid from his shoulder and instead clasped his hand gently. “If
you feel like you should cry, then cry. If you feel like you should be angry,
then yell and scream and lash out at something. If you feel like blaming
yourself, then do it. If you feel like you should hate the world and everything
in it, then by all means you are welcome to. Just…don’t stagnate.”
Slowly tears slipped from the demon lord’s closed eyes. Weakly, his fingers
curled over hers, grasping her hand, desiring the feeling of being grounded in
reality.
That’s right. This is reality. There’s no dream to be waking up from. Nothing
is going to change even if I try to block out the world and deny it. I
shouldn’t run away. And yet…
“Delalo, will you hear me out?”
“Of course.”
“If… If I had been there, would things have turned out differently?”
After a moment of consideration, not on how to answer that but on whether or
not she should, Delalo replied, “Yes.”
“If I had taken care of that angel on my own, he would still be here now.”
“Yes.”
More tears escaped from behind Mikaru’s eyelids. They spilled over the sides of
his face, down his head, and behind his ears into his hair. “And if- And if I
had healed him, he would not have died.”
“Yes.”
His voice cracked. “It’s all my fault he’s dead now.”
“No.”
He opened his eyes in surprised and stared blearily up at her. Delalo wanted so
much to lean over and kiss his tears away and to be tender with him. But that
was not what he needed right now. What he needed was a stern voice to tell him
about reality.
“I don’t know what happened at the bottom of that cliff. But since you asked me
about healing him, I know all too well that he was alive when you found him.
Let me tell you: he would have hated you if you had healed him. I was on top of
the cliff with the triplets. I saw what happened to Faullin as it happened, and
I saw her body afterward. He would not have been able to deal with living,
knowing that she went out the way she did. It is not your fault he is dead. He
is dead because that angel killed him.”
The demon lord’s tears had stopped falling, but by no means were his conflicted
emotions done.
“I don’t care if he would have hated me. He hated me once before. I’d rather he
be alive and hate me than to be dead!”
“That’s a bold-faced lie and you know it!” Delalo snapped.
The hurt in her brother’s eyes spoke volumes. “What do you know?”
“I know that if you truly thought that, he would not be dead.”
“So it is my fault he died!”
“It is not!”
Their grip on each other’s hands was vice-like now as they glared at one
another in the darkness. Angrily, Delalo raised their hands and planted a kiss
to the back of her brother’s. She rubbed his knuckles with her thumb in an
attempt to soothe him a little. The minutes ticked by and Mikaru had returned
to staring at the ceiling wordlessly. He still looked angry, but it was passing
with every moment, slowly being replaced with sadness yet again.
It must have been nearly fifteen minutes later when one of them spoke again.
“If-”
“Stop right there.”
Mikaru glared at her again. “Why?”
“Remember what I said about doing something to save Jerry? It doesn’t matter
how many different ‘if’s you ponder. What’s in the past is in the past. You can
think on ‘if’s on your own, but if you are going to ask me any then I’m going
to be frank with you. Understood?”
He clenched his jaw and sat upright, looking his little sister straight in the
eyes and tightening his grip on her hand again. “If I had not fallen in love
with him, would this not hurt as much?”
“It would not. But you know damn well that that is not how you would want
things. Why? Because you know what it is like to have loved him. If you could
turn back time and choose to not get close to him, you would still do it. You’d
fall in love with him again and again, knowing full well how much it would hurt
not just you, but him as well.”
“What good is it to love somebody if you know they are going to die too early?”
Delalo placed her free hand across the left side of her chest. “This is not an
answer for everybody, but for me the reason is simple: so that I can hold onto
my memories of them. The memories I have of my son are priceless to me. To
remember the good times, as well as the bad, to know that he was once alive.
That is my reason. You’ll have to come up with one for yourself on your own.”
He looked away from her, still upset. “I wish I had killed him myself instead
of taken him in.”
His sister let out another sigh and stood up, releasing his hand in the
process. “You are going to regret saying that eventually. Listen, Keero, I love
you. I really and truly do. I am no stranger to grief like this, but I am not
going to be kind about it. I was raised to be compassionate, but I know you. If
all I do is console you, you’ll only beat yourself up more. If you want me to
hear you out, I will, but I’ll keep telling you what I already have.”
“Then leave.” He muttered.
“I will.” She leaned down and placed a soft kiss to the small tear-streak
beside his eye. “I love you.” She repeated before heading for the door. She was
nearly out of the room when Mikaru whispered the words back to her, just loud
enough that she could hear. She hesitated before stepping into the hall and
closing the door again.
Mikaru laid down on his bed once more. He rolled onto his stomach and buried
his face in a pillow, beginning to soak it with tears.
*****
“Hey Rain…” Mikaru muttered as he walked beside the man.
“Yeah?”
“Kiss me.”
Rain smiled and leaned down to press his lips to his master’s. Mikaru’s eyes
slipped shut at the sensation. Warm and familiar and full of love. It was a
feeling he knew all too well and yet he felt like he forgot all about it the
moment their lips were no longer together.
“I love you.” The demon whispered when Rain pulled away a mere inch and looked
him in the eye.
“Yeah. I know. And I love you, too.”
“I know. I just wanted to say it.”
“Reminding yourself?”
Mikaru nodded. “There’s a lot of things I feel like I need to remind myself of
lately.”
“Such as?”
The demon leaned against him as they began to walk again. A gesture the vampire
returned by putting an arm around his shoulders.
“That you’re here again. That I was being pathetic. That I should remember to
thank my brother, sister, and Leia sometime. And…to apologize to Delalo while
I’m at it.”
“Why do you need to apologize?”
He shook his head. “Many things. But mostly I think for making her take care of
my emotional ass all these years. I really would be lost without her.”
“Well she is your advisor and right-hand woman for a reason.” The vampire
chuckled.
“Yeah…” he sighed and turned a fond smile up at the scenery ahead of them. “I
don’t deserve a sister like her.”
***** All The Way *****
Chapter Summary
     Wherein Mikaru gets everything he's ever wished for.
Chapter Notes
     I decided that I should make use of Rain being alive and to give my
     favorite character what he's always wanted most of all. <3
     Rating: E
     Characters: Mikaru, Rain
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It started off innocently enough. Mikaru and Rain had spent the day sparring
with one another. Mikaru insisted that he had weakened considerably, but Rain
couldn’t see how he thought that. Sure, he was a little bit slower and he
didn’t hit quite as hard, but the vampire wouldn’t have used “considerably”. He
thought that perhaps it was just that his master was a bit out of shape, seeing
as he had become so lazy over the years Rain had been dead. Really though, most
of Mikaru’s strength came from his magic, as he had always been quite weak
physically, and he had managed to keep his magical talents very sharp.
Both were sweating and very tired by the end of the day, and as much as Mikaru
wanted to suggest that Rain carry him, he decided against it. He loved that the
man was back by his side, and loved that he could touch and hug and kiss him
once more. But Rain looked almost as beat as he felt, so despite knowing the
vampire would have happily carried him, he spared him the effort.
Back in Mikaru’s chambers, things started to become less innocent. The moment
the door was shut behind them, Mikaru peeled off his shirt and announced that
he was going to get a bath. Rain was prepared to leave him be, perhaps to seek
out his own former rooms and wash himself off there, but the demon threw a
glance over his shoulder and grinned. Red eyes were mischievous as Mikaru made
the offer for Rain to join him. Not assist him. Join him.
Rain flushed, pale cheeks turning a brilliant red. The number of times Rain had
seen his master naked was probably in the thousands. It just came with the
territory of being Mikaru’s favorite. In fact, most of those came about from
helping to bathe or dress the man. However, the number of times he had actually
been invited to share said bath with him could be counted on one hand. Rain
found that he had absolutely no reason to turn his master down, so he followed
him into the bathroom.
Things began as they would any time Rain joined him in the bathroom. He
dutifully helped his master disrobe and washed his back, tail, and hair for him
while Mikaru took care of everything else on his own. Once the demon was rinsed
off, he sank down into the hot water of his bath and let out a contented sigh.
Rain watched him for a moment, enjoying the way Mikaru’s eyes fluttered closed
as the man relaxed. After a moment the vampire remembered that he was allowed
to join him, and he quickly undressed and got himself cleaned up.
Rain was nearly done washing himself when his eyes drifted back over to where
Mikaru was. He was startled to see the man leaning against the edge of the bath
and staring at him, gaze unwavering despite being caught. Rain suddenly had to
swallow back a lump that formed in his throat.
“Say…” Mikaru muttered. “The hot water is nice and all, but I don’t think it’s
going to do the trick. I haven’t sparred with someone in quite a while. I’m
going to be sore tomorrow, at this rate.”
The vampire blinked, his cheeks becoming dusted with pink. “Then after our
bath, I’ll give you a massage.” He stated, hoping the hammering of his heart
couldn’t be heard from where the demon was lounging.
Mikaru hummed at that proposal and grinned again. “Alright. I’ll let you do
just that.” His eyes fell half-lidded, and Rain found it hard not to believe
that Mikaru was giving him a sultry look on purpose. “But it’d better be a
full-body one. I don’t want you stopping with just a back rub.”
A shiver ran down Rain’s spine, and he felt his nether regions stir. He tore
his eyes away from his master in order to finish what he was doing, and
thankfully Mikaru didn’t say anything else to him. By the time Rain joined him,
he had settled down again. Mikaru made no move to provoke his minion, simply
opening his eyes to acknowledge his presence in the bath before letting out a
happy little sigh and sinking further back.
“You know, Master, you’re so small you could easily float even in this little
amount of water. Don’t sink in too far.” Rain teased.
Mikaru snorted. “Afraid I’ll float away in my own bath?”
“Not at all. More like I don’t want you to get comfortable like that and fall
asleep on me.”
The demon shrugged. “So what if I do? You’re here. I trust you’d be able to
pick me up and dry me off and lay me in my bed.”
“I see what Delalo means when she said you’d become reliant on your minions.”
The vampire chuckled.
“Are you kidding me? I’ve always been this spoiled.”
Rain’s eyes raked over the length of his master’s body. “Well then…” he flashed
him a grin that went unseen. “I suppose that means I will have to try my best
to make sure you continue to feel properly pampered, My Lord.”
The sloshing of water was all the warning Mikaru got before he was scoped up
into Rain’s arms. The demon’s eyes flew open at the surprise, but he smirked up
at the man carrying him out of the bath. Rain sat him on a short stool and
toweled them both off quickly. As soon as they were reasonably dry, he lifted
the demon again and hauled him into the man’s bedroom. Rain dropped him gently
onto the bed, and with a playful nip to his pointed ear, Rain instructed him to
lie on his stomach. Mikaru hummed and rolled over obediently, lying comfortably
with his arms beneath his pillow.
Rain sat atop his master’s thighs and licked his lips as his eyes slowly slid
over the man’s naked form. Despite the rough treatment Rain had given Mikaru
earlier during their fight, his hands were now gentle in their task. He began
with the back of the demon’s neck, kneaded small circles into the top of his
spine before working out to his shoulders. Rain’s hands moved lower, down to
Mikaru’s shoulder blades. The demon groaned appreciatively, and the sound sent
another shiver through Rain’s body. Dutifully, he continued his task, kneading
and rubbing the sore flesh of his master’s back as his hands moved ever lower.
When he reached Mikaru’s hips, the man wriggled a little. Rain tried not to
think about it, but that became difficult when he shifted further down the
man’s body to work on his legs. His fingertips slid passed the demon’s naked
backside and instead both hands came to rest on one of his thighs. Rain kneaded
the muscles there, and Mikaru noticeably squirmed and whined. The vampire
sucked in a breath, forcing himself to focus. He worked his hands down the
length of Mikaru’s leg, leaving no part unattended. When he got to the end, he
carefully lifted the demon’s foot and rubbed the sole of it with his thumbs.
“Ready for me to do the other leg?” Rain asked, pressing a kiss to the inside
of his master’s ankle.
“Yesss…” Mikaru replied. Rain wasn’t sure if he had been intending to groan and
drag out the word the way he had, but it went straight to the vampire’s cock,
which was almost at full attention.
The vampire noticed his hands were shaking when he went for Mikaru’s other leg.
He also noticed that the hammering of his heart was back in full force, and he
was fairly certain that his breathing was a little heavier than it probably
should have been. Despite all of that, he continued to massage and work all the
way down the leg, picking up and rubbing the sole of the foot again when he got
to that point.
“Now… Either turn over, or let put your arms to your sides so I can work on
them.” Rain instructed.
Mikaru considered his choices for a moment before pulling his foot from Rain’s
hands and rolling over onto his stomach. Rain’s breath caught in his throat and
he was definitely erect now.
The demon gazed up at him, eyes half-lidded and pupils blown wide. His long,
red hair splayed out beneath him, arms raised above his head. He was breathing
about as heavily as Rain was and, most importantly, just as hard. The vampire
felt like his brain had short-circuited at the sight and he swallowed thickly.
The things he and Mikaru had done in the past got quite intense at times, and
Rain was no stranger to feeling Mikaru’s erection pressed against him through
their clothing. But that had always been as far as things had gotten. They
would always either pull away and one would leave in a hurry, or they would
realize what they were doing and stop before things got out of hand. To
actually see the demon naked and hard and showing no signs of wanting things to
end where they were, Rain had to take a long, shuddering breath to steady
himself.
Mikaru was certainly aware of the state Rain was in and smirked up at him.
“Finish the job, and I’ll reward you.” He whispered enticingly.
Rain didn’t know what his master meant by that, but he had a few ideas. All of
which he had to shake from the forefront of his mind in order to place his
definitely-shaking hands back onto Mikaru’s body. Once more, he started from
the top, kneading gently at the demon’s collarbones and steadily working down
from there. When his hands pressed and rubbed against Mikaru’s chest and
(erect) nipples, the demon tipped his head back and let out a shameless moan.
Rain couldn’t help but notice the way his master’s cock twitched, too. The
vampire had to bite his lip in order to resist leaning down and taking one of
the small buds between his teeth.
As dutifully as ever, Rain continued with his task. He worked over his master’s
ribcage, abdominals, sides, and hips with greatest care, pulling more whines
and moans from the man beneath him. His hands quivered as he briefly considered
taking Mikaru’s erection in hand and stroking it as he kept up the massage with
his other hand. He didn’t, deciding that whatever the demon had meant by
“reward” was intriguing enough to ignore what every other fiber of his being
was telling him to do. Just as before, he worked both hands on one leg,
starting from the sensitive inner thigh that made Mikaru squirm and going all
the way down to his foot before switching and working on the next.
“Good boy~” Mikaru sang when Rain finished his task with another kiss to his
ankle. The demon raised his arms and reached for his minion. “Come here…”
Rain leaned closer and allowed his master to cup his face, guiding him back up
Mikaru’s body and down into a proper kiss. The demon’s lips were soft and
pliant as ever, and they parted willingly before Rain even had a chance to ask
permission. Their tongues met, the wet, hot dance all too familiar to both of
them. It was Rain’s turn to make a sound, groaning heavily as his shaky arms
caused him to lower himself down onto the demon’s body more, the feeling of
heated skin on heated skin making him forget himself just a little.
It was Mikaru who broke their kiss. They both panted briefly, and the demon
craned his head away to one side. He didn’t have to say it for Rain to know
what that meant. The “reward” he had been promised was most certainly this, and
although the vampire would typically turn his nose up at the blood of anyone
but a human woman, he eagerly dove in to partake of his master’s offer. His
fangs scrapped along the skin until Rain found the exact spot he wanted. With a
deep breath, he sank them into the tender flesh, causing Mikaru to breathe in
sharply beneath him.
The coppery taste filled Rain’s senses, and he instinctively clenched his jaw,
just a little. Just enough to pierce his master’s neck again with the shorter
fangs on the bottom row of his teeth. The vampire groaned deeply, carefully
sliding his fangs from Mikaru’s flesh and instead lavishing the wounded area
with his tongue. The demon mewled, body writhing beneath Rain’s. Rain knew
better than to worry about hurting him, having bitten the man enough to know
that Mikaru enjoyed it.
As if to reaffirm this, the demon’s back arched at the next drag of Rain’s
tongue against his neck, erection pressing firmly into the vampire’s stomach.
Another shiver ran down Rain’s spine when he was reminded of how hard his
master, and himself, was. He moaned when he felt Mikaru grind up against him
again, this time a lot more deliberately. He raised his head in order to lock
eyes with the man beneath him. Mikaru cast him an amused, but entirely aroused,
grin and one of his arms fell from where they had been looped around Rain’s
shoulders. He pointed vaguely in the direction of one of his bedside tables.
“There’s a bottle of lube in the bottom drawer.” He stated.
Rain swallowed again, his eyes not leaving the demon’s. “Master… Please do not
tease me…”
“Who said anything about teasing? I told you where the lube is kept. If
anything you’re the one who is teasing by not reaching for it.” Mikaru answered
him simply.
“A-are you listening to yourself? Master, if I… If we…! What about your
promise?!”
“For as long as you lived, that was my promise. You died…and now you’re back.
As far as I’m concerned, I kept my promise!” he raised his hand again and
touched Rain’s cheek tenderly. “Now are you going to leave me high and dry, or
are you going to find that lube?”
With a deep breath, Rain shifted off of his master in order to lean over the
edge of the bed and to dig through the drawer. Beside him, he felt Mikaru move
as well, but it wasn’t until he found what he was looking for and sat upright
again that he saw what he had done. Mikaru had lifted his legs, bending them at
the knee and resting his feet flat against the bed. That alone rid Rain of the
one remaining question he had about the situation and he let out a slow breath
to steady himself.
“For the record…” Rain began, “I have never had sex with another man, and
Faullin wasn’t into butt stuff.”
“I’m aware. Give it here.” Mikaru told him and held out his hand for the lube.
Once he had it, he grabbed Rain’s wrist and tugged him closer. “I, however,
have and am.” The demon applied a generous amount to Rain’s fingers and guided
them down to his entrance. “No need to be gentle, not with me. In fact, do be a
little rough. I like it that way.”
Rain shuddered again and his eyes fell to where his master wanted him to be
working. He of course knew how anal sex worked in theory, but that was the
extent of his knowledge. Nervously he teased at the ring of muscles. Mikaru
wriggled beneath him and took Rain by surprise by pressing farther against him,
forcing his finger inside. Startled but also thrilled, Rain began to thrust the
single digit in and out of the small demon. Mikaru whined and demanded that he
add another finger almost immediately. Rain obliged.
Seeing how well Mikaru took to having both fingers inside of him, Rain quickly
added a third after very little time. He spread and thrust them, smearing the
lube deep inside of his master and getting his insides used to being stretched
open. Finally Rain did something he had heard about before and tried curling
his fingers just a little inside of the demon. He knew he hit the right spot
when Mikaru moaned lowly and clutched at the blanket beneath him, claws
threatening to tear through the fabric. The demon whined again when Rain
removed his fingers.
“So…should I, I dunno, add more lube or…?” He asked, finding it incredibly
difficult to resist simply thrusting into his master immediately.
“Just go!” Mikaru snapped, spreading his legs wider. “Stop making me wait!”
Rain couldn’t help but chuckle at his master’s impatience. It was rare for him
to see the man not take something slow, and he quite enjoyed the change. He
lifted Mikaru’s legs and the demon wrapped them around his hips. The vampire
lined himself up and carefully pressed the head of his cock in. Mikaru
whimpered, but didn’t object. Rain briefly considered sliding in slowly to give
him time to adjust, but only briefly. Instead he gave a sharp snap of his hips
and sank into the tight, wet, heat all at once. The demon moaned and his back
arched up off the bed in a way that Rain thought might have been painful.
“There you go… Now you’re getting it…” Mikaru whispered to him encouragingly.
“Don’t be so damn gentle!”
Rain nodded and pulled out almost all the way before slamming back in. Mikaru
hummed appreciatively and draped an arm around Rain’s shoulder to grip him
tightly. Rain set a harsh, fast pace, spurred on by his master’s steady stream
of gasps, moans, and panting breaths. He felt the claws on the hand on his back
curl against his skin before moving to comb through his short brown hair. He
followed the motion easily and met Mikaru in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. The
simple act felt like electricity through his body and he dragged his master
closer by his hips, thrusting into him harder. Mikaru’s other hand joined the
one in Rain’s hair, and their kiss broke a moment later.
“Make me come just like this.” The demon murmured against his lips. “I want to
come with you deep inside of me.”
It was Rain’s turn to moan and his rhythm became erratic. His grip on Mikaru’s
hips tightened to the point where he was sure his master would be bruised from
it. Again he met the demon’s lips, but only briefly before leaned down to swipe
his tongue across the dried blood from the bite wounds he had inflicted
earlier. It made Mikaru squirm again and Rain felt pinpricks against the back
of his head from the demon’s claws.
“Fuuuck!” Mikaru whined. “I’m close! Please…I want you to come inside me!” he
practically begged.
Who was Rain to say no to a request like that? He thrust into his master a few
more times, tongue ridding the demon’s neck of all traces of blood, and emptied
himself deep inside of Mikaru. The demon moaned and shivered at the sensation.
The feeling causing him to come as well, dirtying both of their stomachs in
doing so. Rain pulled out, leaving Mikaru to whine again at suddenly being
empty. Rain sat up and pulled the demon onto his lap and into another kiss,
hands kneading and massaging his ass roughly.
“You were amazing…” Mikaru praised him against his lips before pressing another
kiss to them. “A solid A-.”
The vampire couldn’t help but laugh. “A-, huh? Considering I was a B student, I
can live with that. But I take it you’ve got some tips for improvement?”
Mikaru pulled away enough to look him in the eyes. He ran the back of his hand
across the vampire’s cheek, grinning when Rain turned his head to plant a kiss
to his wrist.
“I do. Starting with next time we should do it from behind. I find that to be
the best way to come out of this sort of thing bruised up.”
“Do you normally do it this way?”
Mikaru raised an eyebrow. “How do you mean?”
“You know…when you’re with another guy. Are you usually the one who is on the
receiving end like this?”
The demon smirked and gave Rain a quick peck on the lips. “I am. It’s one of
the reasons why I am so choosey about who I sleep with.”
“You know, before now I never would have guessed that to be the case. But now
that I think about it…” Rain nipped at his bottom lip playfully. “It makes
perfect sense. You can just lie back or kneel on all fours and take it.”
Mikaru narrowed his eyes at that remark. He placed his hands on the vampire’s
shoulders and gave him a shove, forcing him back onto the bed. Rain’s eyes flew
open in surprise as Mikaru straddled his hips and smirked down at him, hands
splayed across his chest.
“However, I have been known to ride my partners, if they’ve earned it.”
Rain grinned broadly. “Oh? And how do I earn such a pleasure?” he asked, hands
resuming their fondling of his master’s backside.
“Hmm, well first… How about you tell me all of the dirty little things you’ve
ever thought about doing to me? I think that would be a great place to start.”
The vampire’s face colored, just a little. “All of them? That might take a
while. In fact, it might take me a while just to come to terms with what we’ve
just done in the first place.”
“Oh, I think we’ve got time…” Mikaru whispered before leaning down to steal
another kiss from him.
Chapter End Notes
     Me: The world needs more small guys doing the topping!
     Also Me: Okay but how about Mikaru just getting WRECKED by bigger
     dudes? And LOVING it!?
     Me: Mmm, yeah… B) That’s good shit right there…
***** Rico's Magic Lesson 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Rico has made a lot of progress with her magic, but there's still a
     long ways for her to go.
Chapter Notes
     Whoops this actually took me more than a year to get back to!
     Warning for inflicting minor injuries upon oneself.
     Rating: G
     Characters: Rico, Rita, Mikaru, Rain
“I really wish there was a better way to do this. I can’t say I like seeing you
cut yourself open, even a little.” Rico muttered.
“It doesn’t hurt that much. Besides, I can heal myself even if you fail, and
you’re too much of a wimp to inflict harm upon yourself in order to practice.
This way is fine.” Rita replied. Calmly she dug one of her claws beneath the
scales on the back of her forearm, a few beads of red spilling out from the
wound.
Rico grimaced as she watched her friend harm herself for the umpteenth time
that day just to help her practice. With a small huff, Rico took hold of her
friend’s wrist and laid her other hand gently over the injury. Her face twisted
as she concentrated. She could heal small wounds about eighty percent of the
time now, but she was still anxious about using her magic. She focused,
imagining the wound healing beneath her hand as she channeled her magic through
her body and into her hand. Rita felt a tingling in her arm, and the thin space
between it and Rico’s hand glowed softly with a pale light. When Rico released
her arm, the cut she had made was completely healed over.
“That makes seven times in row. A new record for you.” Rita stated, examining
the lack of damage. “Even my scales are less ruined.”
Rico sighed heavily. “I suppose progress is progress, although I was kind of
hoping to be able to do more by this point.”
Before Rita could say anything back, the two girls were interrupted. Mikaru had
apparently decided to get some fresh air and just so happened to choose the
courtyard they were practicing in in order to get it. Rain followed dutifully
at his heels. The two girls looked up at them, startled by their sudden
presence.
“Good afternoon, Lord Mikaru!” Rico called out, a little smile playing at her
lips. She turned to look at Rain, and she was momentarily caught off guard when
she met his eyes. Beside her and oblivious to Rico’s perturbed state, Rita
quietly nodded her own greeting.
“Hello girls.” Mikaru replied, approaching them. “I take it the two of you are
still working on your magic, Rico?”
“We are. And I’m getting better!” she replied, grinning a little more brightly
and almost forgetting how unsettled she had just been. “I can actually use it
now! Although I’m still not very good…”
“May I see your progress?” the demon lord asked.
Rico glanced at her friend. With little thought to it, Rita repeated her
actions to inflict a small bit of damage to herself. Once more Rico took hold
of her friend’s arm and focused all of her efforts into healing her. It took a
few seconds longer due to being nervous in front of an audience, but she once
again managed to mend the small cut until it was as good as new.
“And that makes eight in a row…” Rita muttered, inspecting her arm again.
Mikaru nodded, obviously pleased with what he had just witnessed. He took
another couple of steps closer to them and sat down on the grass beside the two
girls. Glancing back at Rain, he patted the space beside him and the man
quietly joined them as well. A moment passed wherein no one spoke and Mikaru
appeared to be thinking about something. During that very short span of time,
Rico stared up at Rain again, growing ever wearier of his eye color.
“So…this might sound dumb of me to ask, but are we related?” she finally asked,
glancing Mikaru’s way.
The demon lord jumped a little, having completely forgotten that the two girls
had never met Rain. Rita also appeared to be intrigued by this, and Rain too
looked like he had been wanting to ask. Mikaru laughed at his own forgetfulness
and decided that introductions were in order.
“Right, right. Of course. Rico, Rita, I would like for the two of you to meet
Rain.” He stated. Before he could properly give Rain both of their names, Rico
shrieked in surprise.
“Wait! This guy is my dad’s dad?!” she shouted, pointing at him and gaping in
disbelief.
Rain blinked, startled by her reaction. “You’re…” he turned his shocked stare
down at Mikaru. “I have a grandkid!?”
Mikaru couldn’t help but laugh again. “Didn’t I tell you? You have four of
them.”
“What the fuck!? Why has no one told me about this?”
Rico giggled. “You do sound like Uncle Jake.”
Rain let out a groan and ran a hand over his face. “Yeah, that boy always did
have a foul mouth, didn’t he? So…whose kid are you?”
“Getting back to the introductions…” Mikaru interrupted in order to continue
explaining, “Rain, this is Rico. She’s Rory’s daughter.”
The vampire was momentarily dumbfounded. “You mean to say Rory actually got
some girl pregnant? Wow. Took him long enough. Most guys would kill for his
kind of luck…”
The demon lord then gestured to Rita. “And this is Rita. She’s Que’s kid.”
Rain’s jaw went slack, somehow even more stunned than before. “Que got some
girl pregnant?! Lord, what has been going on since I died?! Up is down, left is
right, there’s chaos in the streets, and cats are sleeping with dogs!”
All three of those the vampire was sitting with had to laugh at that. Mikaru
laid a hand on his shoulder and promised to fill him in on the details later.
He turned his attention back to Rico, still curious about her progress with her
magic. He asked if healing small cuts and scrapes was all that she could do.
With some sadness she replied that that was true.
“I see… Well, it is certainly better than before and I don’t intend to demean
the progress you have made. But…” Mikaru got back to his feet and took a few
steps back. “Rain, you might want to shield your eyes.”
The vampire did just that, gently laying a hand over them. Mikaru created a
small ball of light and Rico felt her skin prickle. Beside her, Rain shuddered.
The demon lord tossed it back and forth between his hands a couple of times,
glancing around them in order to select his target. He then hurled the light
ball across the courtyard where it struck a stone pillar. There was a brief
flash of white, and the stone was noticeably scorched. Mikaru sat back down
while the two girls stared at the damage.
“You can look again.” The demon instructed his minion. Rain removed his hand
and opened his eyes once more. Mikaru waited another moment before speaking up
again. “By itself, light is generally not harmful. It can cause damage to
certain races, such as vampires and even most demons. But if you want to use it
in a fight, it is best to combine it with another element. What I just did was
mix in a bit of fire, if you couldn’t tell. Mixing them together in the right
amounts is a great way to give form to the light without losing out on its own
properties. But of course if you overdue the fire, or whatever else, the light
may as well not be there.” He explained.
“But I can’t use fire.” Rico pointed out. “You said dark magic was what I’m
meant to be good with.”
“The principal is the same.”
The girl sighed. “Did you forget that I don’t even have any idea how to use
dark magic? How am I supposed to combine what I can’t even do in the first
place? Besides, I can barely handle healing scrapes and bruises.”
Mikaru leaned in a little closer to her, gazing at her curiously. “Tell me,
have you shown any signs of being a reaper since you have begun to use magic?”
“Reaper?” Rain asked, although his question went unanswered aside from a quick
glance from Mikaru that reminded him that he would be filled in about certain
details later.
Rico blinked. “…No? I don’t even know what the signs would be.”
The demon nodded, mostly to himself. “Believe me, you would know if you did.
Right then.” He suddenly got to his feet and motioned for Rain to join him. The
vampire did. “I would like for you to keep practicing. In your current state
there isn’t a whole lot I could do to teach you, and we don’t yet know if you
are anything but a mutt. Any progress is good, even if it is only getting your
streak up to nine. Keep at it, and come find me when you can handle an injury
that actually hurts.”
“Right. Okay.” Rico replied, not entirely sure what he was talking about. She
turned her attention to Rain again. “Um, it was nice to finally meet
you…Grandpa…”
Rain flashed her a grin. “You too, kid. Rico, yes?” she nodded. “Good, I got it
right. I’ll try to keep your names straight.” He gestured between her and Rita
to emphasize his point. “Keep at it. Your father and uncles all had to learn
this stuff, too.”
“Thanks.”
With another wave from Rain, Mikaru, and Rico and another nod from Rita, the
two men sought out a more private space to relax outdoors. Rico and Rita waited
until they were out of earshot before returning their attention to each other.
“I can see why everyone says my grandpa’s eyes are pretty.” Rico laughed, a bit
embarrassed at herself for saying it out loud. “No wonder Lord Mikaru’s so
taken with my family’s eyes…”
Rita gave a shrug. “They are nice, but I think I prefer the shade yours are.
Golden-brown’s not so intense, and cuter.”
The half-angel’s cheeks flushed brightly and she lightly shoved her friend on
the shoulder. “Don’t say things like that so casually!”
Unperturbed, the dragon only shrugged again. “I’m only saying what I mean.”
Rico turned an even brighter shade of red, and Rita decided to cut her a little
slack. “Shall we get back to practicing?”
Rico sighed, still not over the sudden compliments. “Yeah, I suppose so…”
***** Meeting of Lords and Brotherly Bonds *****
Chapter Summary
     Mikaru is stuck going to a meeting with other lords and the
     UnderWorld's king. As the king is still relatively new, opposition to
     him is not completely stamped out yet. Especially due to the
     circumstances in which he became king. Mikaru is tired of said
     opposition...
     THEN
     Mikaru and Kiko take a quiet moment up on the roof to bond in a more
     than brotherly way.
Chapter Notes
     This was a thing I wrote...probably two or three months before I
     started doing all this more seriously. I've referenced what happened
     in this a couple of times in other chapters, so I feel like it would
     be good to share it with the Ao3 crowd. This also takes place before
     Rain was revived, and even before Alone with the King~
     WARNING: threats of violence/death, explicit M/M incest!
     Rating: E
     Characters: Mikaru, Kiko, Tiffany, Red, Delalo, Leia
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The meeting had barely started and already there was unrest in the room. It was
customary that every few months most of the UnderWorld’s lords would gather at
the king’s castle in order to discuss all things political, from change in
leadership to various lords trying to make a better name for themselves with
the king or other lords. They had all arrived the night before and had that
night to rest from their travels. Once morning came and all were fed, the
meeting that would likely last all day at minimum began. Not even an hour in
and a lord decided it would be a good idea to start causing trouble.
“Would somebody be so kind as to explain to me why all of us are even letting
this Whitey asshole speak?!” he shouted, pointing a finger at King Rick who was
currently standing and had just been addressing the room.
“Because he is the king.” Another lord answered. Several other lords in the
room let out groans and mumbles along the lines of “Not this again”.
“Is he, though? Last time I checked, King Red and Queen Tiffany are still
alive.” The lord who had started everything stood and dramatically turned to
his left, facing where the two individuals in question were sitting. “In fact,
they’re both right there! Who said Whitey here could be king when they’re still
breathing?!”
“I agree!” Yet another lord shouted. “I do not acknowledge Rick to be our king!
It is a long standing tradition that the new king must take the throne by
force; by killing those who had been in power!”
“Not to mention he’s not even a real demon!”
“Are you kidding me?! King Rick was placed in power by the very two you are
trying to claim ought to be dead! Don’t you think that tends to mean they don’t
want to be in power any longer?!”
“Then they should just go ahead and die and let the rest of us fight it out
amongst ourselves as to who gets to lead us!”
“What, do you want to take the throne?”
“I’d probably make a better king than this bastard!”
“I’d like to see you try and kill anyone, you spineless coward!”
The shouting continued. Over half the room was screaming in no time at all,
some for and some against the current ruler. Some were even trying to claim
that it wasn’t an issue, as King Rick had been elected by the former king and
queen, and was therefore clearly no more than a pawn to them. Of the nearly
three dozen men and women in the room, only eight remained silent on the whole
matter. Amongst them were former-King Red, former-Queen Tiffany, King Rick, his
personal guard Kiko, and Lord Mikaru.
“If anything, I would rather see King Red and Queen Tiffany give the crown to
Lord Mikaru there! At least keep it all in the family! Don’t go turning the
throne over to some wannabe-demon douchebag and claim that’s how things are
going to be from now on!”
Finally one of those who had been silent decided that was their cue to speak.
“Have you ever stopped to consider that that was the original plan?” Mikaru
asked dryly. He had not spoken very loudly, but his voice cut through the
shouting and the room went completely silent and everyone turned their
attention to him. He was leaning back in his chair, legs crossed and feet up on
the table they all had been sitting around. His eyes were cold as they slowly
scanned every face in the room. “I was the crown prince, after all. When Mother
decided it was time for her reign to end, the offer was first given to me to
take her and Uncle Red’s place.” He nodded in their direction. “I turned them
down. An old man who’s gone soft like me has no place being on the throne. I
know that. King Rick’s young and strong. He’s a good man. I was the one who
suggested he take their place. If you’re thinking I should be the one at the
head of this table, then perhaps you should be considerate of my decision. And
if you have a problem with him being a white demon, keep in mind that the
second king, who was King Rick’s great-grandfather in fact, was one as well.”
“That does not change the fact that it is tradition that the former king and
queen are slain by the one who seeks the throne next! Because that did not
happen, as far as I am concerned, then the power should not have changed
hands!” the first lord to have spoken snapped.
“The first king was slain by the second. The second was slain by the third. And
the third was slain by me. That is hardly a tradition.” Tiffany stated calmly.
“Twice is a futile attempt at being the same as the first. But three times
establishes a pattern, Your Majesty! A pattern that apparently many of you do
not seem to understand!”
“I killed the king who came before me because he requested that he go out like
the others. Or have you all forgotten that? Oh wait, none of you in this room
were even present or alive at that time!” She replied coldly.
“Lord Damien, if you have such an issue with who sits on the throne, then
perhaps you should challenge all three of us. Challenge myself, my sister, and
King Rick. All of us present will go to the arena just outside, and you can
kill us yourself and take the throne and this whole argument will be over.” Red
proposed. When he was met with silence, he smirked. “You can’t kill us, can
you? You know you can’t. That’s why all you’re doing is stirring up a fuss. If
you had the power to take the throne with your own hands, you would have tried
to by now.”
“I am not the only one who has a problem with this!” Damien shouted, gesturing
to those in the room who had been arguing for his side.
“Then all of you can challenge us and try to kill us together.” Red said with a
shrug.
Before a silence had a chance to fall over the room, there was a clicking
sound. All eyes landed on Mikaru as he withdrew his feet from the table, stood
up from his chair, and slowly made his way around the table to where Tiffany
and Red were seated. He faced his mother first and pressed the barrel of the
pistol he had drawn to her temple. She didn’t flinch. He turned his eyes to
everyone present.
“If we cannot decide this civilly, then perhaps I should take matters into my
own hands. Lord Damien…” The man in question nearly jumped out of his skin at
being addressed. “You spoke up first, so I am holding you accountable for what
happens now. Tell me; your main issue with King Rick having the crown is that
the former king and queen are still alive, correct?” He was given a single,
shaking nod. “Then you must still acknowledge my mother and uncle as the ones
in charge. So if somebody were to eliminate them, then would you agree that
that person is now the king?” Another nervous nod. “Then I’ll do it.” Mikaru
swept his gaze over the room, sending chills down the spines of all those whose
eyes he met. “You lot are pathetic. None of you have the power to kill Tiffany
and Red. None of you. That’s why all you can do is yell and hope to intimidate
the young King Rick. Well I’m not young. I’m old. I am so very, fucking, old.
I’m tired of listening to you lot shrieking and complaining. So I’ll do it. I
have the strength to kill both Tiffany and Red, here and now. In fact, I dare
say I could kill the whole lot of you who are making such a fuss about this.”
He turned his attention back to his mother, whom he had not moved his gun away
from at all. “Now tell me, do you acknowledge King Rick, or will the heads of
the former rulers be plastered on the walls of this very room?”
“Lord Mikaru…” another demon spoke. “You said it yourself; you’ve grown soft.
You wouldn’t really kill your own mother and uncle, would you?”
Not looking away from his target, Mikaru answered. “That depends on what Lord
Damien wants. So tell me, Damien, what is it you want me to do here? Do I
establish myself as the new king, or will you sit down and stop your pathetic
and racist whining about having a White king?”
Seconds passed, the very air of the room completely still. Slowly, ever so
slowly, Damien lowered himself back into his chair. A few others followed
suite. At long last, he spoke, although very softly.
“I…I acknowledge Rick as my king…”
Mikaru lowered his gun and stalked his way back to his seat where he promptly
put his feet back up on the table. Only when his pistol had been properly
holstered did the room seem to let out a collective sigh and everyone returned
to their chairs as well.
“Sorry about that, Rick.” Mikaru said, casting the young demon a cheerful
smile. “You may continue with what you had to say about the dispute of the late
Lord Lelina’s territory now.”
                                     *****
The meeting did not let out until nearly midnight. There had been no more
discussion of who was in power, but there certainly had been arguments about
nearly every other topic. It was to be expected; it happened every meeting.
That was simply how things got done in the UnderWorld. It was not uncommon for
things to come to violence, but thankfully aside from Mikaru’s own threats,
everything else had been kept to a minimum that day. In fact compared to how
things usually went it had all gone spectacularly well. They had gotten through
and settled on every last matter that had to be discussed. And with the number
they had, it was a feat that would normally have taken them two or three days.
 
Mikaru decided to take a much needed rest by climbing his way to the roof of
the castle. He sat down and leaned back on his hands to gaze up at the dark,
cloudy sky. It was cold, but what with everything that had happened that day,
he found it refreshing. He breathed a deep sigh and was about to close his eyes
when he heard somebody climbing up to join him.
“How did I know I would find you up here?” Kiko asked, coming to stand beside
him.
“Because this was always my favorite spot to relax when I was a child.” Mikaru
replied, looking up at him and smiling fondly. “Aren’t you glad you didn’t have
to step in today? I was certain Damien was going to try and attack Rick.”
“Were you?” Kiko chuckled. “Somehow I doubt that; you’re not that a bad judge
of character.” He sat down beside the lord and handed him a half-empty bottle
of clear liquid. “You look like you could use a drink.”
Mikaru took the bottle gratefully and tossed back a quarter of its remaining
contents in one swig. He let out an appreciative groan at the burn in his
throat and set the bottle between them. “Thanks. I’m surprised you aren’t lip-
locked with Rick right now, since you’ve been drinking.”
“Believe me; I want to be. But we have this policy about not doing anything
when there are guests in the castle. At least, guests whom we don’t consider to
be friends. You know how scandalous it would be if word like that got out.”
“Let’s see… The current king is a white demon, is the great-grandson of the
second king, has a single dedicated mate, and did not kill the former king and
queen. On the other hand we have the first son of the former queen, who had
once denounced his family name and was subsequently cast out by said queen.
Yeah, I would say there would certainly be a scandal if word got out that the
two of you were fucking.” Mikaru took another swig from the bottle.
“Rick and I are not fucking!” Kiko growled.
“Having sex, then. Just admit it already. None of us believe it stops at
kissing.” He was about to take another drink, but Kiko snatched the bottle from
his hand and gulped down another mouthful.
“And I’m telling you we don’t have sex. At all.”
“Denial will get you nowhere.” Mikaru replied, taking the bottle back from him
and finishing it.
“I’m not like you. I won’t sleep with anything that moves.”
“Neither would I. Now, any sentient creature who shows even the slightest bit
of interest in an old man like me? Yeah, I’d fuck ‘em.”
“How long are you going to keep calling yourself old?”
“As long as it remains true! I’m nearly twice the age of most of the lords who
were present today. I’ve been nearly twice the age of all the lords for…well…a
long fucking time.”
Kiko let out a laugh. “Fair point. Speaking of though…” Mikaru turned to look
him in the eye, sensing he was about to tread on sensitive ground. “Would you
really have shot Mom?”
Mikaru looked away and breathed a long, tired sigh. “I… I don’t know.” He
muttered. “I guess… I guess I would have but I was secretly hoping that Damien,
or anyone else for that matter, wouldn’t call me out on it, you know?”
Kiko shook his head. “You really have gone soft. The past you wouldn’t have
even asked. You would have put a bullet into both of their heads, as well as
into Rick’s just for good measure, without a second thought. Yet here you are,
admitting to me on not even half a bottle of vodka that you aren’t even sure if
you would have killed them when told to.” When Mikaru said nothing back to him,
Kiko hummed and drew a deep breath. “Or perhaps, rather than having gone soft,
you’ve gotten more methodical? Mom and Uncle Red are both still useful to you,
even if it is for something as trivial as familial companionship. Rick is
useful for companionship, too. You consider him a friend. And you said it
yourself; he’s a good man. You chose him for a reason, and you don’t want to
take his life for something as pointless as that would have been.”
“Way to read me like a damn book.” The younger demon groaned.
Kiko shrugged. “What can I say? I know a thing or two about my little brother.”
He playfully nudged Mikaru’s shoulder. “Mom’ll forgive you. Actually, I think
it’s more accurate to say that she never had a problem with your actions today
in the first place. Uncle Red probably thinks the same.”
“And what about you? You’ve never been one to agree with Mother, but you don’t
hate her.”
“I can’t say I would be as forgiving, but you know what? I would have gotten
over it. You have your reasons, and whether I agree with them or not, I know
you strive to do what you think is best in any given situation.”
“Unlike somebody.”
Again Kiko chuckled. “You really did take the whole ‘don’t grow up to be like
me’ thing seriously, didn’t you?”
“I do my best.”
“Well I’m proud of you! If nothing else, you’re a man of your word, and that’s
more than anyone can say about most people.”
Mikaru sighed and ran his hands over his face and through his hair. “I just
hope things will remain calm for a whole. In case you didn’t notice, there were
three other people who never took a side. Any of them could have easily killed
Mother and Uncle Red. And myself, too, if they felt like it.”
“But they didn’t.”
“Not every lord attends every meeting. There are plenty more who will object to
Rick’s position, and there are plenty more who could take matters into their
own hands.”
Kiko hummed in thought. “I don’t think you’ll have to worry about anyone who
could kill you. Something tells me that if they didn’t like Rick being on the
throne, they would have done something about it by now. I think they’re more
interested in sitting back and seeing where things go on their own.”
“You might be right…” Mikaru looked back up at his brother beside him. “You’re
being very talkative tonight. Have you had more to drink than that?” he asked,
indicating the abandoned bottle between them.
“Nah! I just don’t get to sit and chat with you like this much. I thought I’d
take the opportunity to catch up, you know?”
The younger demon narrowed his eyes. “You’re horny, aren’t you? Rick’s not
letting you fool around with him, so you’re trying to distract yourself by
talking to me.”
Kiko groaned and laid his face in a hand. “He and I aren’t sleeping with each
other!” he tapped the claws on his free hand to the stone they were sitting on.
“But if you must know…you’re not wrong about the horny and distracting myself
part.”
“That figures. Well in that case… Or rather I should say, ‘feel free to reject
me’.”
As soon as he had finished speaking, Mikaru got to his knees, turned, and
pressed his lips to Kiko’s. Shock crossed Kiko’s face for a split second before
both parted their lips and let their tongues meet. Kiko wrapped his arms around
Mikaru, gently pulling him down until he was lying on his back with the younger
demon on top of him.
“Like I would reject kisses from my cute, little brother~” Kiko purred.
The kisses remained rather slow, almost lazy, but both began to nip and bite at
each other’s lips and tongues. When Kiko bit down particularly hard on Mikaru’s
lower lip, the demon lord groaned deeply and they parted for breath.
“I see you still like it rough.” Kiko smirked.
“The real question here is: do you still remember how to be rough?”
Kiko playfully rolled his eyes and shrugged. “I think the better question is:
how rough am I allowed to be?” Mikaru sat up and pulled his shirt off,
discarding it on top of the empty bottle. Kiko’s eyes lit up. “Oh. I see.
Thatrough.”
“What did you think I was doing when I started this?”
“Hey, better to make sure both people are on the same page than to assume. It
has been a while.”
“Shut up and fuck me already.” Mikaru mumbled, leaning back down to kiss him
again.
Kiko obliged, nipping and biting and licking not only at his lips again, but
along his jaw and down to his neck as well. He breathed against his ear and
nipped at the fleshy lobe, causing Mikaru to shudder, before trailing more
kisses and bites downward. He paused briefly and latched his teeth onto the
skin of his brother’s shoulder. He didn’t bite down hard enough to break the
skin, but Mikaru had no doubt that there was going to be a mark. Either way,
the younger demon moaned with pleasure, his fingers curling into the fabric of
Kiko’s shirt.
“You wanna take that off?” Kiko asked after releasing his shoulder, a string of
saliva connecting them momentarily.
“Of course. And whatever else you have on, too.”
“You are such an impatient lover.”
“Says the one whose tail is already trying to sneak its way up the leg of my
pants.”
“So we’re both impatient. Fine. Let’s just cut to the chase and get naked.”
Without another word, both of them stripped themselves completely bare. From
one of his pockets, Kiko produced a tube of lube. Mikaru had half a mind to
question why he would keep such a thing on him, but decided that no matter how
rough he wanted things, he would prefer not to have his dick bitten off because
he had annoyed his brother one too many times.
Their foreplay was bare minimum. Kiko raked his claws across Mikaru’s back, not
enough to draw blood but certainly enough to be painful. Mikaru in turn
lavished his older brother’s chest and nipples with his tongue and teeth. It
was Mikaru who got his hand lubed up and stroked Kiko’s length until it was
nicely coated. The two of them kissed, and then Mikaru sat up again and
carefully lowered himself down onto his brother’s cock. He took it all in one
motion, and Kiko purred happily as he was completely enveloped by Mikaru’s hot,
tight insides. He placed his hands on his brother’s hips to help steady him,
and Mikaru tried not to dig his claws into Kiko’s stomach as he raised himself
up and dropped back down swiftly.
Mikaru set a steady rhythm for them. It was already fast, and Kiko wondered if
his pelvic region would be bruised by the time they were finished. Mikaru on
the other hand was certain that his hips would be sore with the way Kiko held
him so tightly. Kiko’s breaths came in short, soft pants, occasionally
punctuated by a short moan. Mikaru was breathing heavily, grunting, and gasping
loudly.
“W-wait… M-Mikaru…” Kiko stuttered, his words being interrupted by a sharp
moan. “St-stop! Hold up!”
Mikaru stilled, and Kiko gulped down a bit of air before sitting up, wrapping
his arms around him, and kissing him sloppily. Mikaru’s fists balled themselves
against Kiko’s chest and he welcomed the warmth of Kiko’s tongue into his
mouth. Slowly, Kiko laid his brother back down, this time making himself the
one on top. He buried his face into the crook of Mikaru’s neck and began to
move again.
Mikaru wasted no time in wrapping his legs around Kiko’s hips, holding him
tightly as his ass was fucked relentlessly.  Mikaru could come from anal alone,
and they both knew it. Kiko pounded into him, holding nothing back as he drove
his dick against his brother’s prostate. The younger threw back his head and
nearly shouted as his orgasm shook through him, his seed spilling between them.
Kiko bit down again, this time on Mikaru’s neck, and fiercely thrust into him.
He brought himself to his own climax swiftly, leaving Mikaru’s insides sticky.
Kiko pulled out and flopped down onto the hard stone beside Mikaru. The two lie
panting and coming down from their highs for several minutes. Mikaru sat up
first, wincing ever so slightly at the pain in his backside. He wiped himself
clean of his own semen with his fingers, and then proceeded to lick them clean
as well. Kiko grunted as he sat up, more from the effort of doing so than
anything else. He wiped what coated his skin on the inside of his pants. The
two got dressed, shared another kiss, and Kiko picked up the empty bottle
before bidding his little brother good night.
                                     *****
“Welcome back, Master!” Delalo called out upon Mikaru’s return to his palace.
Beside her stood Leia, who had been waiting with her for their master’s return.
“I take it everything went well? You’re back quite early.”
“There were a few problems, but everything was handled in a timely manner.” He
replied, dropping a hand on Leia’s head to ruffle his hair.
“I’m glad you are back safely, Master.” Leia said shyly, a smile crossing his
lips. He opened his mouth to speak more, but stopped short as his eyes caught
sight of a strange spot on Mikaru’s neck. “M-Master…” he whispered. “What is…?”
he pointed.
Mikaru raised an eyebrow in confusion and put a hand to his neck. “What is
what?”
“Oh my…” Delalo snickered. “Master, I do believe you’ve got yourself a love
mark.”
“Wait, what? Oh shit!” He spat, realizing what happened. “That bastard! It’s
just like him to leave one in plain sight, too! Son of a bitch!” he growled as
he stormed off further into the palace. “I am going to killhim the next time I
see him!”
Leia’s cheeks burned red after hearing what the spot was. “Him? Him who?” he
asked.
“Oh, I’m pretty sure I know.” Delalo stated with a smirk. “It’s nothing to
worry about, Leia. No one you need to consider competition. Come on, we need to
make sure my brother relaxes properly before letting him sleep.”
Chapter End Notes
     Will I ever tire of Kiko and Rick denying what they have together?
     No, probably not!
***** Beach Day *****
Chapter Summary
     Delalo drags the young triplets to the beach! And then she drags
     them, Arun, Leia, and Que-nu along as well!
     Silly fights ensue.
Chapter Notes
     I should have worked on Alphonso this week, but I kind of wanted to
     do something different. My friend suggested I write something dumb
     with the triplets. This is the result. =D
     Also hey! The first time ya'll are seein' Jake and Kyle!
     Rating: T
     Characters: Delalo, Aurora, Kyle, Jake, Que-nu, Arun, Leia
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The first time the triplets saw the ocean was when they were young children.
Delalo had convinced Faullin and Rain to let her take their sons out for a day,
and she decided to show off what joys the ocean had for them.
“Come on you three! Don’t be babies!” the older demon girl laughed. She ran out
into the water and turned back to face them.
Aurora and Kyle did not require any more convincing, and both were eager to
join her. Delalo gave them a playful splash, which they each returned. Once the
two boys began to play amongst each other, she turned her attention back to the
beach where Jake had stubbornly sat down on the sand away from the water.
“Jake! Come join us!” she called.
“I don’t wanna!” he shouted back. “Why would I play in the water when I could
be reading at home?”
Delalo put a hand on her hip and frowned. “You do know that if you were at home
right now, you’d be all alone with your dad, right?”
“I know!” Jake snapped. “I can ignore him, you know!”
“Or you’d find something to fight with him about like you always do. Isn’t it
exhausting to only read and get into fist fights with Rain? Come have some fun
with us. It’ll do you so much good!”
“Playing in the water isn’t fun.”
“And how would you know that?”
“I’ve been in rivers and lakes before. Not fun.”
Delalo let out a huff. The sounds of Aurora and Kyle laughing and splashing and
wrestling with each other in the shallows partially made her want to just give
up on the difficult youngest brother, but she didn’t. Instead she tossed the
ball she had in her hand to the two boys and made her way back up onto the
shore. She stood over Jake and thrust her hand out to him, hoping he would take
it and get up. He stared up at her, glaring, challenging her to drag him into
the water.
“Are you going to sit here all day like a baby who won’t admit that he can’t
swim or are you going to come play with us? Heck, you could play over here on
your own, for all I care. I just don’t want you to sit here and pout all day.”
Jake growled at her. “I’m not a baby, and I can swim! I just don’t like water!”
Suddenly the ball that Delalo had just discarded came flying and struck Jake in
the head. The boy leapt to his feet and snarled at his brothers. Aurora tried
to hide his laughter, but Kyle just cackled loudly at the look on his brother’s
face. The youngest brother raced into the water, hell-bent on beating up the
both of them as he didn’t know or care which one threw the ball. With a sigh
Delalo fetched the ball and returned to the water as well. The two older boys
were still laughing and having fun, and Jake was no longer moping on his
lonesome. She considered it a victory.
                                     *****
Delalo, Arun, and Leia all took to the water nicely. Delalo had no hang-ups
about water whatsoever, and the other two were definitely feeling right at home
like the sea imps that they were. Aurora and Kyle were the first of the four
men to join them in the ocean. Que-nu had previously expressed not liking water
all too much, which was understandable; phoenixes weren’t exactly built to
handle water, especially gigantic bodies of it. All the same, he followed his
lover and friend in with little hesitation. He was there to goof off with
people he liked spending time with, after all. And of course, Jake begrudgingly
followed them as well.
It was Kyle’s fault that the fight between him, his brothers, and their friend
even started. He had caught Jake off guard, coming up behind him and grabbing
him in a choke hold before dragging him backwards into the water. The pissed
off youngest brother shouted several expletives between coughing and
sputtering. He barely let himself finish taking a steady breath before
launching into a counter-attack, trying to overpower Kyle and throw him into
the water instead.
Somehow or another, Que-nu got involved. When Jake finally managed to gain some
semblance of an upper hand, the phoenix stepped in to aid Kyle. He grabbed the
younger demon under his arms and lifted him into the air, causing him to yelp
in a rather unmanly fashion. Kyle took hold of his legs and together they
tossed him further out into the waves. They both watched Jake thrash about and
shout curses at them before turning to high-five each other. The moment their
hands connected, Aurora joined the fray.
The eldest brother tackled Kyle, knocking him off his feet and forward into the
water before turning to kick Que-nu in the ribcage. The phoenix went down, too,
but in the span of time it took him to hit the water Kyle had recovered and
made to grab Aurora. He succeeded, and before Aurora could retaliate Que-nu
grinned wickedly and advanced on the man who was being held. Aurora’s eyes
widened in panic momentarily as he recognized the intention in the phoenix’s
expression.
A shrill cry split the air as Que-nu descended upon Aurora, tickling him
mercilessly while Kyle restrained him from thrashing his way out of the
situation. The white-haired demon shouted, begged, for them to stop and let him
go, all the while laughing and losing his breath because of it. Only when tears
began to spill from the corners of his eyes did the phoenix let up and Kyle
gently release him so that he didn’t just fall straight into the water. Aurora
held his sides and tried to take several deep breaths, trying to calm down.
“That…that was not fair!” he declared weakly and made a pathetic attempt at
splashing water at the both of them.
Jake, who had been watching the whole thing from where he had been thrown,
cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, “GAY!”
Que-nu shrugged. “I mean, your brother here does fuck me on a regular basis!
That is pretty gay!” he shouted back.
The younger brother visibly cringed. “I’m aware. No need to remind me…” he
grumbled.
“So does this mean you two surrender?” Kyle asked his brothers.
Aurora sighed heavily and wiped the tears from his eyes, his breathing back
under control. “Only because the two of you use some dirty, underhanded
techniques.”
“All’s fair in love and war!” Que-nu declared before he and his ally exchanged
a victorious hug.
Just then a large wave swelled up beside the two men and crashed down atop the
both of them. Aurora turned to find Arun snickering at her own little
accomplishment.
“So this is a war now, huh?” she asked. “If that’s the case, perhaps my mate
and Rory could use another ally?”
“Now that is playing dirty!” Que-nu shouted as he got himself back to his feet.
“No magic!”
Arun shrugged and grinned at him. “I dunno about that. Didn’t you justsay that
all is fair?”
Before either the phoenix or Kyle got a chance to respond, Aurora smirked. “Oh,
that is an excellent idea… I just so happen to be in an advantageous location
for my magic, too…”
Both men took a step away from the water and ice wielding individuals, only to
run into Jake who had silently crept up on them while they were talking. The
youngest brother grabbed them both by the arm, and Que-nu and Kyle knew that
whatever was about to come their way was not exactly going to be pleasant.
A short distance away, Delalo caught the beach ball that Leia had tossed her
way. “Aren’t you going to intervene?” he asked, eyeing the five behind her just
as both the phoenix and middle brother screeched like they were in a horror
movie.
Delalo only smiled and shook her head. “Nah. They’re having fun.” She replied,
throwing the ball back to the boy. “Besides, your mom’s got this.”
“But it’s three against two…”
“Kyle and Que shouldn’t have taken the side opposite Jake.”
The boy let out a heavy sigh. “I still feel kind of bad for them.”
The girl raised an eyebrow. “Are you going to go even the playing field then?”
“N-no way!” Leia shouted. “I’m not that crazy!”
“Then it’s fine. They’re only playing around anyway.”
Just as soon as she had spoken, both Que-nu and Kyle were flung high up in the
air thanks to Arun’s water magic. They crashed back into the ocean a moment
later and Leia flinched at way they both had hit the water again.
“Right…playing around…” he muttered.
“Are you gonna throw the ball again or not?” Delalo asked.
Leia breathed another sigh and resumed their little game, trying to ignore the
other adults and their rather violent “game” they had going on.
Chapter End Notes
     This seemed a lot gayer in outline form. I wasn't meaning for it to
     be so gay, so I'm glad I somehow managed to rein that back in a
     little.
***** How They Met *****
Chapter Summary
     A woman and I child get captured by some elves...
Chapter Notes
     This is actually something I’ve wanted to write for a long time, but
     have never gotten around to. It’s…admittedly not the best piece of
     work I’ve ever written, but I’m happy to finally have it out there.
     Rating: G
     Characters: Tiffany, Talon, Red
See the end of the chapter for more notes
A young woman and a small child walked slowly through a forest. It had been
days since they had seen civilization of any kind, but that was for the best.
They were in unfamiliar lands and the woman wasn’t sure if anyone would be kind
to people like them. All she knew was that they had to keep moving if they
wanted to escape those who might still be pursuing them.
“My feet hurt…” the child whined.
The woman stopped and scooped him up into her arms. “I know. Mine do too. But
we can’t stop just yet. Try to get some sleep while I keep going, okay?”
“Okay…”
The child rubbed his eyes blearily before wrapping his arms around her neck and
burying his face into her shoulder. The woman breathed a sigh and tried to pick
up the pace a little. She hadn’t been lying. Her feet were cut up, covered in
blisters, and rubbed raw in some places. She cursed herself for not knowing any
healing magic, but she wasn’t about to stop until she was certain that they
were safe for at least a little while.
It was well into the night when she finally decided that no one was going to be
able to find them. As carefully as could be so as not to wake the sleeping
child, the woman sat down upon the forest floor with her back against a tree.
She held the boy close and peered through the darkness down at her feet. She
winced at the sight of them. With a groan her mind wandered. She needed to
treat them, but there was no way she could do that without putting herself and
the child in danger by going into a settlement of some kind. She closed her
eyes. She had been going nonstop since they had run from the place the child
had been born. She needed to sleep, if only just a little.
                                     *****
The woman jolted awake to find herself and the child surrounded. Panic washed
over her and she growled deep in her throat at the spears and arrows that were
aimed in their direction. The ones wielding them were small, the tallest not
even being four feet in height.
Elves…
If she were in better condition, the woman would not be frightened of them. But
she still had a sleeping child in her arms and the haze of sleep had yet to
fully dissipate within her mind. Not to mention her damaged feet would make
fighting them off or even running difficult. She hoped against hope that they
were not going to immediately attack her and the child.
One of them spoke up. “Why are you here, demon?”
“I am only passing through.” She replied as calmly as possible. “I mean no
trouble.”
His eyes glanced down from her face to the sleeping form that she clutched.
“And the child?”
“He is of no concern to you.”
“I do not buy that. Why is a demon in our woods, and why does it have a child
with it?”
“I told you, I am only passing through. I would have continued on and been out
of here by now, but I think you can see the condition my feet are in.” she
motioned to them as she spoke and several eyes, including the ones belonging to
her interrogator, took note of how beat up they were. “This child is mine now.
That is all you need to know about him.”
“Yours now? So you have kidnapped him.”
“What does that matter? He too is a demon. What business is it of yours if I
have taken him from his mother?”
“The mother might come for him, and if that is the case then his being here is
a danger to our people.”
The woman growled again. Somehow she knew they were not simply going to let her
go. The sleeping child in her arms began to stir. He rubbed at his eyes again
and blinked, looking around them. He was far more disoriented than the woman
had been when she had first awoken, but that was to be expected. He was barely
more than two, after all.
With a sigh the woman tried to reason with the elves that were prepared to
attack. “I would say ‘that is not a problem’ but I’ll bet you can tell it to be
a lie. Yes. I am on the run because there might still be people who want this
child. But he is rightfully mine. If you will give me just a few more hours to
rest, then I assure you that we will be gone. Just as soon as I can walk again,
I’ll take us both away from here and you all won’t have to worry about us ever
again.”
“I do not believe you.”
The woman cursed. The boy she held stared up at her, his expression a mixture
of confusion and fear. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.
“What’s going on…?” he asked.
The woman did her best to give him a smile and stroked his head gently. She
turned her gaze back to the elves and sent them a pleading look.
“Please. I am begging you: leave us alone. I swear to you that we don’t want
you and your kind to get involved in this. We only needed to rest.”
“Demons cannot be trusted.” The man in charge declared. “Both of you surrender
yourselves or we will kill you.”
The woman felt ready to cry. She whispered to the boy on her lap to raise his
hands above his head while she did just that. She also told him not to give
them trouble, to be quiet, and to do as they say. The boy was clearly confused
but he did as the woman instructed and raised his arms high. In a flash the
elves surrounding them moved. They dragged the boy from her person and bound
her wrists with rope. The boy cried out in distress, but quickly remembered
what she had said and clamped his mouth shut tight. The woman was prodded with
a spear, the skin of her arm just barely pricked enough to draw a single
droplet of blood.
“Stand.”
She obeyed the order, getting to her feet and staggering just a little as pain
shot through her body upon doing so. Without a word she and the child were
escorted deeper into the forest. It soon became apparent why it had been a
problem for her and the boy to be where they were, as they had been sleeping
incredibly close to where the elves had made their homes. They were brought up
into the trees where wooden bridges and platforms had been built to hold up the
houses the elves resided in.
The person holding the rope that bound the woman’s wrists gave a sharp tug, and
the woman quickly realized that she was going to be led in a different
direction than the child. She stopped immediately and stared at the boy that
was slowly being taken away from her.
“We are not going to hurt him, if that is what you are thinking.” A different
elf from before stated. “He is of use to us. You, however, are being taken to
be caged like the wild beast you are.”
While she couldn’t say that she liked the idea of being treated like an animal,
the woman went along with them quietly. First and foremost she could not risk
doing something that might get the boy hurt or killed. She was led to a
secluded section of their settlement that was covered in iron cages. Various
dangerous animals were already being held there, including a bear and a few
wolves. The likely hungry beasts snarled and growled at them the whole while
the woman was shoved into a cage of her own. The entrance was shut and locked
up tight, and then she was left alone with her wrists still bound.
The woman curled herself up into a ball and resigned herself to whatever fate
was in store for her. She didn’t have the strength to break free, nor the magic
to melt the bars. All she could do was hope that by cooperating the boy would
remain unharmed…and to hope that he remained complicit as well.
                                     *****
Several days passed. No one came to check on the woman, or to give her word of
anything that might have happened or be happening with the boy. All she could
do was sit in her cage and worry. Occasionally she passed out and would sleep
for a few hours, but mostly she sat and stared at the rest of the elven
settlement and hoped that something would happen soon.
A part of her wondered if she was being left to starve. The state of the
animals around her seemed to indicate that. One of the wolves had laid down the
night before and hadn’t woken up yet. It was nearly noon and it hadn’t so much
as given a twitch. She breathed a sigh. Demons did not starve easily. Meaning
unless she figured out a way to free herself she was in for a very long and
miserable time.
At long last that evening somebody came along with meat for the animals. Those
that were still alive got their meager scraps, just enough to live on. The
woman watched them, wondering what the purpose of torturing the poor animals
was. It would not have puzzled her so if the ones keeping them were demons like
herself, but they were not. There was no joy for these elves to gain from
starving a bunch of mangy beasts. Unsurprisingly the elf had no food to give to
her. He spoke nothing to her and she kept silent as she watched him leave.
Asking him any questions whatsoever would get her nothing, and she knew it.
                                     *****
Nearly two weeks into her capture a most unexpected thing happened. Late into
the night a young elf with black hair approached her cage. He knelt down beside
her and placed his candle on the wooden floor beside him. He stared at her
silently for a long minute, and she only stared back at him. Finally, he broke
the silence.
“That boy that was with you… He keeps asking how you’re doing.” The woman only
continued to stare at him. He breathed a sigh and continued. “He’s being kept
chained in the jail. They’re feeding him, barely. But all he does is ask about
you. They say that he’s so annoying they’ve stopped going in there unless it’s
to give him food.” Still the woman did not respond. “Say… What’s your relation
to him? They say you claim he is yours, but that you stole him from his mother.
What’s the deal with that?”
The woman only drew a deep breath and turned away from him. She was relieved to
hear that the boy was still alive and being treated better than she was, if
only barely. The elf sat there for another minute, hoping she would say
something. When she did not he huffed and picked up his candle again. He
reached into his pocket and placed a few handfuls of berries in the cage. This
caused the woman to whip her head back towards him in surprise. He only stood
up and made to leave her.
“Wait…” she whispered. He stopped but did not look back. “…Thank you. For
telling me about that child.”
He said nothing back and only continued back into the village proper.
                                     *****
The elf returned again a couple of nights later. He brought with him a small
loaf of bread, which he offered to her immediately. She took it quietly but did
not dig in like he had expected her too. When she thanked him again, he sat
down.
“Care to tell me about that boy now?” he asked.
“Why do you want to know?”
“Well, usually when a demon kidnaps a child it is not their own. So what’s
going on?”
“You’re really only curious?”
He nodded.
The woman raised the bread to her mouth and took a huge bite from it. The
smallest of smiles crossed the elf’s face as she chewed and swallowed. He
waited silently for her to finish eating and then passed her a cup of water,
which she drank all at once. Once her hunger and thirst had been sated a small
fraction, she decided she should say something as thanks.
“That child…is my little brother.” She replied. “I stole him from our mother
because she is unfit to raise him. And the rest of her village…they would have
killed him for sure.”
The elf cocked his head to one side. “The only villages around here belong to
us and humans. Where did the two of you come from?”
“A human village. Both of us are demons born of a human woman.”
“That can happen?”
The woman nodded. “It is rare, but yes.”
That had certainly sparked curiosity within the elf, and just by the look on
his face the woman knew that there was a lot more that he wanted to ask.
However she was taken by surprise when he stood again and left without another
word.
                                     *****
The elf’s visits became a regular thing. Every two or three nights he would
sneak out in order to sit and talk to the woman. Whenever he could, he brought
with him food or water. He never stayed with her for very long, sometimes only
just enough to deliver her food, but he seemed to have a never-ending supply of
questions for her. As thanks for his efforts to keep her alive, the woman would
answer just about anything he asked of her.
She told him of how she had run away from the village she had been born in
years ago. She only went back there recently because she had caught wind of her
mother having given birth to another demon. When she had arrived, her mother
and little brother were about to be killed. She had managed to snatch away the
child, but she had left their mother behind. The woman explained that one look
was enough to tell anyone that her mother had gone insane and that it might
have been better for her to be killed. She then tried to run away, but the
villagers had given chase. She had only stopped to rest because she absolutely
had to, and that was when she had been captured.
“So then, you were trying to give your brother a chance at life?”
“I was.”
“And you haven’t tried to escape because you don’t want us to kill him?”
“That’s correct.”
And once again the elf left her alone without anything further to say.
                                     *****
Just over a month after her capture, the elf came to her in a hurry.
Immediately the woman knew that something wasn’t right. She opened her mouth to
ask him what was wrong, but he shushed her before she could even make a sound.
He produced two keys from his pocket and held them up for her to see.
“If I release your brother and set you free, will you take me with you?” he
asked.
The woman blinked in surprise. “Why do you want to go with us?”
“If I released you two, my people would have my head. So I’m not going to free
you unless you promise to take me with you.”
“Alright, I’ll change my question. Why would you free us?”
“It isn’t right that you’re being kept here. No one wants to deal with either
of you. Whether that’s to feed you or kill you. They’re only feeding your
brother because it’s keeping you from potentially killing us all. I want to let
you out because I know it is the right thing to do. These other creatures that
are caged here have actually killed our hunters many times before. You aren’t
like that. You’re not going to harm us, you just want your brother to be safe.
So, will you take me with you?”
The choice was obvious. “I will. Set myself and my brother free, and I swear to
you that I will take you with us.”
The elf nodded. “That’s all I needed to hear.”
Without further ado, he unlocked the cage and the woman crawled out from it.
She stood for the first time in so long that she was a little unsteady despite
her wounds having healed completely. The elf produced a knife and cut the ropes
free from her wrists. He gave her a moment to rub her hands over the raw skin
before leading her back into the village. In silence the two snuck through the
various levels and passed buildings. Finally the elf motioned for her to wait
while he ducked into the jail to release her brother. Once all three were
outside again, the child hurried into his sister’s arms and the two embraced
only briefly. The woman picked the boy up and followed the elf until they were
back on the ground.
Once they had put a good distance between themselves and the village, the elf
spoke up again.
“By the way… I don’t think I’ve caught either of your names.”
The woman thought on it for a moment and could not recall giving hers or her
brother’s. And for that matter, she did not know the elf’s.
“I am called Tiffany, and this boy is Red.”
The elf flashed her a grin. “I’m Talon. Next question: what’s your plan from
here on out?”
“I’m not certain… However, I have an idea. It will take a very long time, and I
will have to do a number of a terrible things to get there, but I’ve heard a
rumor going around in the UnderWorld. Their king was slain not long ago, and
the killer has claimed the throne…”
Talon didn’t need to hear a single word more to understand what she was getting
at. “If that’s the case, and for what it’s worth, I wish you the best of luck!”
The faintest of smiles crept across the woman’s features. “…Thank you…”
Chapter End Notes
     To make it a little more obvious for people: this is how Mikaru,
     Delalo, and Kiko's mother and father met! =D Tiffany is their mom,
     Talon is their dad. And Red is their uncle.
***** Giving Back *****
Chapter Summary
     Kiko is back to feeling like his old self, for the most part. He and
     Rick finally get some time alone, which can only mean one thing.
Chapter Notes
     To celebrate this series getting 69 hits, I just HAD to write smut.
     ;) Enjoy~
     Rating: E
     Characters: Kiko, Rick
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Rick had had a very productive day. Four different meetings had gone over well,
and a whole litany of decisions and suggestions had been made from a number of
fronts. As such when the last of his duties had been fulfilled, the king looked
forward to doing nothing more than relaxing and maybe spending some quality
time with the knight who had been at his heels the whole day.
“You up for a few drinks?” Rick asked the man.
Kiko flashed him a grin. “Is the sky blue?”
The king gave him a playful smack upside the head. Kiko snickered happily and
clarified that yes, he was absolutely up for a few drinks with Rick. The king
led the way to his quarters, with Kiko playing the dutiful knight the whole
trip by following closely behind him. On their way, Kiko stopped one of the
servants and instructed that neither he nor their king was to be disturbed
until morning. The maid fidgeted, having still remembered the last time such an
order had been given, and replied that she would inform the rest of the staff.
Kiko watched her go before trotting a few steps to catch up with Rick again.
“You’re surprisingly calm.” The king commented.
“How so?”
“It wasn’t long ago that you were concerned about the castle staff learning
of…us. And yet here you are, not exactly skirting around the issue when giving
them instructions.”
“Look, I’ve just accepted that everyone already knows after the little stunt
you pulled last time. Which, by the way, is still incredibly hot. Just so long
as any guests to the castle don’t find out, I’ve decided that don’t care
anymore.”
The pair reached Rick’s quarters. Typically the man would share the space with
his mate, the queen, but on her own whims she had decided to sleep separately
from him for a few nights. In the privacy of the king’s rooms, Kiko was free to
shed himself of the “proper knight” persona and he unceremoniously fell face-
first onto a couch with a groan of satisfaction. Rick chuckled at his behavior
and went to fetch them both something to drink. When he returned, the elf had
rolled onto his back with one arm dangling off the couch and onto the floor.
Kiko accepted the drink graciously and sat up just long enough to take a quick
sip of it.
“You’re going to get your brand new clothing all wrinkled if you keep behaving
like that.” Rick stated as he took a seat on the floor in front of the couch,
leaning his back against it.
“Bah! Like I care. It can be ironed out. The stuff my sister makes is good and
strong. Not like your frilly clothes which probably can’t take the heat.” His
comment was accompanied by a half-hearted swat to the king’s shoulder.
“Hm, I suppose you have a point.”
The two took a moment to gulp down a good portion of their drinks. They gave a
twin pair of sighs at the burn in their throats and Rick tipped his head back
to rest it on the cushion of the couch. Kiko reached over to him and began to
idly run his fingers though his hair, nails lightly scraping his scalp.
“It’s still kinda weird that I don’t have to worry about my claws hurting you
anymore…” the elf muttered softly.
The king gave a short laugh. “To be fair, I still have some trouble seeing you
as an elf whenever I picture you in my head. Although speaking of which, have
you taken a look at yourself in the mirror yet?”
Kiko grimaced. “Yeah, I have. Delalo insisted I try on the clothes she made for
me, and I kind of… I decided I should actually take a look at myself finally if
only to see how they fit. It’s… It’s weird. I mean, I’ve seen what I look like
as an elf before. It’s not like I don’t know the magic to change my appearance
some. But to see myself this way and have the knowledge that it’s the new norm
and that I can’t go back…I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little remorseful.”
There was a moment’s pause before he quickly added, “But don’t get me wrong! I
stand by my decision and I would do it again if I were somehow able to go back
in time.”
A smile tugged at Rick’s lips. “So I shouldn’t make a call to Elli?”
The question earned the king another light slap on the shoulder. The pair
finished off their drinks and Kiko got up to get them a refill. When he
returned, he plopped himself down on the floor beside Rick.
“So uh… Out of curiosity, what do you mean by ‘whenever you picture me’?” the
elf asked.
“Exactly what I said. I’m sure you’ve done it for a lot of people. When you
talk about somebody, or think about them, or maybe you’re bored and staring off
into space thinking of all the deep philosophical things in life like whether
pineapple belongs on pizza and then your mind drifts suddenly for no reason and
a person’s face floats quickly across your consciousness.”
Kiko clicked his tongue. “Bummer…”
Rick cast him a side-eyed glance. “What were you hoping for?”
“Oh, you know, maybe for you to mean that you use me as some sort of
masturbation fodder. Remember I said I still find it sexy how you hadn’t even
tried to hide what we were in the middle of when you told that guy not to
bother us? Yeah. I like thinking about you being all confident and assertive
like that.”
The little blush of color that spread across Rick’s face made Kiko feel like he
had just won some sort of competition, especially given the somewhat-
disapproving look the man shot him in addition. The elf grinned broadly. One of
Kiko’s hands found its way to Rick’s thigh and he leaned in closer to the man
to speak softly into his ear.
“What can I say? Somebody’s been depriving me of the real thing. I’ve gotta do
something to make up for it. You just happen to be easy to imagine, what with
being around all the time…and because you’re the source of the problem.”
Rick set his drink on the coffee table in front of them and shifted to face his
companion a little better. “So what? Are you trying to tell me to take
responsibility for your sexual frustration?”
A dangerous twinkle in Kiko’s eye almost made Rick want to back away. The elf’s
hand moved further up his thigh and his thumb began to rub little circles into
it.
“On the contrary, I think I should be giving back after all the pampering you
did for me while I was recovering.” Kiko stated.
The elf leaned in further and Rick found himself meeting him halfway for a
kiss. Somewhere in both of their minds they had to wonder how things got to
where they were now. What had started as getting drunk and making out for a
laugh became making out for a laugh without the drinks. Then somehow the new
norm for their drunken selves was to see who could be made to pop a boner
first, then the alcohol was once again lost but things still remained just for
comedic purposes. The strangest part? The first time they had actually had sex
was a time when neither one had been drinking at all…and no part of it had been
to get a laugh out of the other. And now here they were, almost shameless in
the fact that once again they were going to have sex and it was in no way a
joke.
Rick was the first one to part his lips and open himself up for Kiko to raid
his mouth with his tongue. The elf was eager to push on ahead, and the king
responded in kind. Rick’s hands found the elf’s waist and he pulled the man to
straddle his lap. Kiko broke their kiss only to make sure his drink was placed
securely on the table beside them before diving back in to devour his friend’s
lips. The hand on Rick’s thigh traveled higher still and came to stop directly
over his still-flaccid dick. The elf palmed him gently and his mouth left
Rick’s so that he could kiss and mark the column of his neck. The king didn’t
know what Kiko had in store, and decided to simply comply with whatever it was
he wanted.
Beneath the elf’s hand, the king slowly grew hard. His breathing came in soft
pants, which Kiko was delighted to feel through his throat with his lips and
teeth. Kiko’s hand found its way beneath Rick’s shirt and reached to grope at
his chest and play with his nipples. At almost the same time, Rick grew a
little bold and slipped his own hands beneath the waistline of Kiko’s pants and
underwear in order to squeeze his ass. The elf breathed a chuckle against the
base of Rick’s throat.
“I dunno what you’re thinking of, but you aren’t getting that tonight.” He
murmured.
“Not planning to ride me?”
“Nope.” With a long, slow, swipe of his tongue up the length of Rick’s neck to
his chin, Kiko added, “I have something else in mind.” The obvious way Rick’s
dick came to full attention at the implication had Kiko chuckling again. “I
told you, I want to thank you for pampering me so.”
“Since when do you suck cock?” Rick asked him.
“I’ve been known to do it from time to time.”
“Do I dare ask who’s is on that list?”
Kiko rolled his eyes. “There’s only three people on the list of who I ever
fuck. Pretty sure you can figure that out for yourself.”
The king frowned. “You are disgusting.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
Before Rick could even think of a witty remark, Kiko pressed another open-mouth
kiss to his lips. Rick melted under him, going so far as to lie back without
resistance when the elf pushed against his shoulder. The king allowed Kiko to
remove his shirt and the elf kissed his way all down his chest and stomach. The
man beneath him breathed a little moan as Kiko’s lips dipped below his naval
and teased the skin just above his waistline.
“Know what else I’m not used to yet?” Kiko murmured against his skin, casting
his eyes upward to meet Rick’s. “Not having to worry about my fangs when I
deep-throat somebody.”
The lewd groan that tore itself from Rick was incredibly satisfying and all the
permission Kiko needed in order to work on opening up the king’s pants. Rick
remained complicit and raised his hips so that his knight could pull down both
pants and underwear together. His dick sprang free excitedly, and Kiko took it
into his grasp not a moment later. He gave it a few strokes until precum began
to dribble from the tip. Still holding the king’s gaze, Kiko bent down and
flicked his tongue across the head, gathering the beads of precum before
swallowing them back. A shudder wracked Rick’s frame and he fought to keep his
eyes open to watch.
His efforts were rewarded. Kiko wasted no time in slipping the head of his cock
into his mouth and giving it a quick suck. Inch by agonizing inch Rick watched
as the entire length was taken in by the elf’s mouth. Only once his nose was
buried against thick curls did he pull off again, his tongue dragging across
the underside the entire way.
“Wow…” the king breathed. “You weren’t kidding about deep-throating…”
Kiko took a moment to cough into the crook of his arm. “It’s a bit harder than
I remember it being. Must be because I’m, you know, smaller than before.”
“It felt amazing.”
The elf smirked. “Well then, guess I won’t back out and use my hand instead.
Not that I was planning to anyway.”
Once more the king’s cock disappeared between the elf’s full lips. A few
experimental bobs, sucks, and licks was all it took for Kiko to figure out how
best to go about doing things with his physical changes. In no time he was
bobbing his head, sucking on the tip, and licking the full length in his mouth
rhythmically. Rick lost his own challenge of keeping his eyes on Kiko, instead
shutting them tightly and tipping his head back while an endless stream of
pants and moans escaped from his lips.
A couple of minutes in, Rick became vaguely aware of the sounds of Kiko working
to free his own dick. The king tried to get a good look but barely managed to
register that yes, the elf was jerking himself off, before he couldn’t keep his
eyes open any longer. A part of him wanted to congratulate the man for not
missing a single beat of sucking him off while he had gotten his own dick out.
However he couldn’t find the presence of mind to even begin to try and voice
how impressed he was.
Needless to say, it was the king himself who came first. Like a champion Kiko
swallowed back several times as the thick cum hit the back of his throat. He
came off of Rick’s dick with a wet pop and immediately went to working himself
over faster. Kiko was barely aware of the king pulling him in for a kiss until
it happened. The whine that spilled from the elf’s mouth when he finally came
was consumed by Rick’s mouth as Kiko emptied himself across the taller man’s
chest.
The two laid on the floor together for several minutes catching their breaths.
Together they sat up and downed what was left of their second drinks before
they shed what remained of their clothes. Rick didn’t even need to make the
offer; Kiko followed him into the bathroom without a single word exchanged
between them. The chances that they would only use the shower to wash
themselves was almost non-existent.
Chapter End Notes
     When I was thinking about what sort of thing I should write, I
     discovered that I have not written a single blow job for MITUW since
     starting to take my writing more seriously, and that is just
     criminal! How could I not write my favorite porny thing for my
     favorite batch of OCs?! And thus, I have fixed this problem. *nod
     nod*
     And I just want to add: don't be shy! Feel free to talk to me in the
     comments, I don't bite. =D
***** Encounter *****
Chapter Summary
     Que-nu goes to a night club in hopes of finding a woman to spend some
     time with. Instead he finds somebody better.
Chapter Notes
     Look I know the last chapter was a blowjob and I do try and mix it up
     a bit for y’all but:
     1) I wanted to write some more porn for the holidays. (WHICH ARE
     STILL GOING! NEW YEAR’S IS RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER!)
     2) I have written like three buttsexes for MITUW and only one blowjob
     and I actually don’t like butt stuff all that much but I love writing
     BJs and I’m overdue for writing one for Rory and Que (who are
     basically my default couple for all things porn).
     So there you have it; the reason this is another blowjob!
     And with that said...
     Rating: E
     Characters: Que-nu, Aurora
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It had been completely by chance that the two ended up in the same place at the
same time. The music pounded in Que-nu’s ears upon entering the club, but this
was no surprise to him. The loud beats could be heard several blocks down the
street, after all. His eyes briefly skimmed the room as he made his way over to
the bar. In the middle of the room was of course a mass of bodies writhing and
grinding against each other to the music. The phoenix hoped that by some stroke
of luck he would be lucky enough to meet a lady and, with her, join the mob of
people.
He reached the bar and immediately ordered a shot from the bartender. He downed
it, delighting in the way that it made his throat burn. His eyes went back to
roaming the room, exploring and looking to see if there were any lone women, or
group of women that lacked any male company. There were, and he began to
consider which of them he would try. He was about to approach a couple of
redheads when his eyes picked up on something far more interesting.
A familiar tall, dark skinned, and white haired person had just left the body
of dancers, and with them stumbled a younger man. Que-nu watched as the tall
one led the other over to the wall, where they then practically threw him onto.
The taller one pinned the other there, looming over him with eyes half-lidded.
A little, predatory half-smirk caused the shorter man to visibly shudder, and a
pain of envy shot through the phoenix. The taller one hooked a thumb and
forefinger onto the other’s chin and tilted his head up before leaning in for a
kiss.
But that’s as far as it went. The younger man gave the tall one a frightened
shove, to which the tall one immediately backed off. The younger man didn’t
even look back as he hurried to rejoin what Que-nu assumed to be his group of
friends. Their reactions were a mix of laughter, disappointment, and teasing.
The poor man blushed and simply stared at the floor. The tall person, on the
other hand, merely gave a shrug and began to look around the room in the same
way that Que-nu had been.
Their eyes met, and the person smirked. In a few long strides, the person came
over and sat down at the bar beside the phoenix.
“My, what luck I have tonight to find such a handsome man here.” The white-
haired person cooed.
“Was that the same line you fed that poor guy over there?” Que-nu asked,
nodding his head to the man in question.
“Actually no. He and his friends are here for his twenty-first birthday. They
approached me, asking if I was willing to show him a good time. Apparently he’s
a virgin who likes tall women, but I suppose I was little too aggressive for
him.”
Que-nu shook his head. “Well, I suppose that’s lucky for him then, considering
you’re a man, Rory.”
“Aw, don’t go spoiling the surprise!” Aurora laughed. “Besides, I already told
him. He seemed fine with it while we were dancing. More than fine, actually.”
Aurora got the bartender’s attention and ordered a concoction of some sort. All
Que-nu knew was that it was neon green and practically glowing, and that it
probably shouldn’t be consumed because of that. He eyed it suspiciously as the
demon threw back half of it at once.
“And just how much have you had to drink tonight?” the phoenix asked.
“Hm? Oh, this is my first one, actually. Any more than this and I’m done for.”
“I know that, that’s why I asked.” He sighed. “How can you and your brothers
have such pitiful alcohol tolerance?”
“Beats me, but it sucks.” Aurora groaned and sipped at his drink. “So, find any
decent ladies tonight? I assume that’s why you’re here.”
Pink eyes glanced over the room again. The two redheads had disappeared from
view. Que-nu returned his attention to Aurora and smirked.
“Couple o’ cute ones a moment ago, but it seems they’re busy now. Not that
that’s a problem…” his gaze raked over Aurora’s form sitting elegantly atop the
admittedly uncomfortable barstool. White hair that would frequently be tied up
was loose and fell over his shoulders. One of his collarbones was exposed by
the top he was wearing, as was his midriff. The black miniskirt and thigh-high
boots were a sight that the phoenix was familiar with, but it happened to be
one of his favorites. His eyes lingered on the margins of skin that were
exposed as his eyes returned to Aurora’s face. He’s wearing lipstick tonight…
he thought briefly. It’s purple, so I almost didn’t even notice. “The question
is: am I a sufficient replacement for your previous prey?”
Aurora hummed playfully, mocking thought over the question. “Well, I suppose I
could keep you company tonight. I’m no lady, but if you’re willing to have me
instead…” he chuckled. “Care to dance?”
“Lead the way.”
The demon got to his feet and took Que-nu by the hand. They joined the writhing
mass of bodies, and Aurora began to dance. The sway of his hips almost
immediately caught a few other eyes, and Que-nu joined him. Admittedly, he
wasn’t much of a dancer, but having an attractive partner made it fun. Aurora
ignored the attempts of a couple other men who attempted to dance with him and
pulled the phoenix in closer. Que-nu’s hands found the demon’s hips, and there
they stayed.
With the music thrumming and the heat and excitement of those around them, Que-
nu found himself enjoying the way that he and Aurora swayed and ground together
as they danced. Aurora was already just a bit taller than him, but the heels of
his boots made that distance a lot more prominent. The phoenix loved it; even
tilted his head back to look Aurora in the eyes with their bodies pressed
together and moving the way they were.
They stayed together, dancing, through a handful of songs. Somewhere along the
line the close proximity and alcohol seemed to kick in, and their already not-
so-innocent dancing became more daring. Que-nu’s hands fell over the curve of
Aurora’s backside and traced the bare skin of his thighs. The demon gave an
approving hum, hands slipping beneath the front of the other’s shirt and
skimming his nails across his abs.
Upon the first stifled groan from Que-nu, Aurora leaned down and whispered,
“The edges of the room are a lot more private…” into his ear before giving it a
teasing bite.
“Works for me.” The phoenix murmured back.
Aurora took a step back, leaving Que-nu to instantly miss his warmth. The demon
took him by the hand and dragged him out of the dancing masses. The two found a
quiet little spot against the wall, and Que-nu delighted in being forced back
against it. He no longer had anything to feel envious about when the demon
loomed over him, pressed against him, and brought their lips together. Que-nu
hummed in satisfaction against the other’s mouth. He wrapped his arms securely
around the other, pulling him in closer before finding that delicate expanse of
skin on his thighs again. Aurora licked into his mouth, which the phoenix
willingly opened up for and joined him. The demon’s hands found their way
beneath his shirt again, and his nails raked over his abs and chest.
But it wasn’t enough.
When their mouths separated in order for them to catch their breaths, Que-nu
didn’t even need to voice his complaint. His eyes were doing an excellent job
of pleading on their own. To top it off, Aurora had already had a feeling that
more was needed. The demon smirked and nipped at Que-nu’s throat.
The phoenix was about to voice his displeasure when he felt a couple of pricks
against his neck. His body shuddered, the feeling sending sparks straight to
his crotch. He let out an almost inaudible yes at the way the demon’s fangs
threatened to penetrate his skin at any moment. A hand on his chest curled, and
claws left little scratches all down to his stomach.
But it still wasn’t enough. Aurora was only teasing him.
Que-nu practically whined. He lifted a hand and ran it up Aurora’s back,
beneath his shirt. “More.” He breathed, grinding against the demon in an
attempt to coax him along.
Aurora grinned. “As you wish~” he breathed into the other’s ear.
The demon’s mouth found his neck again. Teeth and tongue got to work; sucking,
licking and biting every inch possible. Que-nu groaned lowly. Aurora’s bites
weren’t enough to break skin, but they were sure to leave bruises, and the
thought of seeing them all in the morning had him more aroused than it had any
right to. Sure, hickeys were nice, but the love bites would always be his
favorites.
A gasp tore from the phoenix’s throat and he shuddered again. Aurora snickered
against his collarbone and splayed his fingers across Que-nu’s hip where his
claws had just ripped into. Drops of blood were smeared, and the demon pressed
against the wound to elicit another whine from the shorter man. The phoenix
cursed and ground his erection against Aurora, who did the same right back.
Aurora brought his hand up to his lips and his tongue curled around his
fingers. Que-nu watched breathlessly as the demon cleaned every last speck of
blood from each digit before asking, “Bathroom?”
“Bathroom!”
Once more Que-nu lost the demon’s wonderful heat against his body. But this
time when his hand was taken, the pair made a beeline for the men’s bathroom.
Whether it was empty or not, they didn’t bother to check. Aurora pulled them
into one of the far stalls and locked the door behind them. Que-nu already had
his back against the wall when the demon turned to him.
Immediately the demon was upon him again; mouths meeting, tongues pressing
around and against one another, and lips bitten until they bled. Claws dragged
across down both of Que-nu’s sides, making him moan into Aurora’s mouth. A hand
slid up the back of the demon’s skirt, in order to grope and squeeze his ass.
The other found its way under the loose top in order to trace lithe muscles.
Aurora gave Que-nu’s abused lips one more kiss before he dropped down to his
knees. A hand palmed at the bulge in the front of the phoenix’s pants, and the
pink-haired man whined again. Aurora chuckled before popping the button open
and dragging down the zipper. Boxers and pants were pulled down together,
freeing Que-nu’s poor needy cock. The demon licked his lips and placed a gentle
kiss to the inside of a thigh. After which, he bit down, hard, fangs piercing
the skin. The phoenix’s hips stuttered and he groped uselessly at the wall
behind him. Blood trickled from the open wounds, which Aurora gleefully dragged
the flat of his tongue across. A hand that had previously been simply holding
Que-nu’s other thigh squeeze, the claw on the thumb now digging into the flesh
and spilling blood as well.
The demon lapped at the new spot before kissing and biting his way higher.
Again, each bite was fierce and would definitely leave bright rings of bruises
in their wake. Instead of giving attention to where the phoenix wanted it most,
Aurora moved on up to one of his hips. He gave it the same treatment as before:
biting in order to draw blood before lavishing the spot with his tongue.
Aurora leaned back in order to admire his work. Red trickled down trembling
thighs, weakly stuttering hips, and strong sides. Bruises were beginning to
form beneath the skin of the phoenix’s neck between smears of purple, and soon
his thighs would be matching. His lips were stained red and swollen. And of
course, his cock stood weeping and red, begging for the demon’s mouth to come
into contact with it.
Aurora obliged.
He pressed a kiss to the head, smearing precum against his lips where there had
once been lipstick. The phoenix moaned as he watched the demon take all of him
into his mouth at once. He could feel the head of his dick press against the
back of Aurora’s throat, and the demon hummed around him. Que-nu almost felt
like he could cum just from that, but of course Aurora had more in store for
him. He bobbed his head, setting a furious pace to match Que-nu’s level of
arousal. Every time he drew back, his tongue would swirl around the tip, and he
would give a hard suck and swallow around the whole length with every dip. A
thumb pressed into the bite on the phoenix’s hip, and Que-nu was reduced to a
panting, moaning mess.
The phoenix watched everything with rapt attention, despite the haze of arousal
in his head. No matter how many times he saw or felt it, he would forever be in
awe of Aurora’s ability to give him head. The demon just made it look so easy!
The absolutely lewd sounds of his licking and sucking drowned everything else
out in his mind, including his own moans that echoed around the bathroom walls.
“R-Rory…!” he gasped.
He didn’t have to say a single thing more. Aurora knew by the sound of his
voice what he meant. He took all of him into his mouth again and Que-nu came
down his throat. The demon swallowed without missing a beat, milking him
completely dry. He came off of him with a wet pop and proceeded to lick his
lips clean.
Que-nu slumped against the wall, sliding down it a few inches. He wanted to sit
down, but the bathroom floor was not a good place for that. He managed to take
a few calming breaths before pulling his pants back up. He then motioned for
Aurora to stand. The demon did, and Que-nu promptly switched their places. He
pressed his chest flush against the other’s, and their lips found each other
again. The phoenix slid a hand up Aurora’s thigh, and the demon raised it in
order to wrap his leg around his hips. The hand continued beneath Aurora’s
skirt. Que-nu was not surprised at all to find that the other wasn’t wearing
any underwear of any kind.
His fist closed around the demon’s shaft and he gave it a few sharp tugs.
Aurora groaned against his lips. The demon cupped the phoenix’s face in his
hands to pull him even closer before wrapping his arms around his neck. Que-nu
began to stroke him quickly and kept up with each kiss that the demon demanded
from him. The phoenix felt his shirt be pulled up, and claws began to tear up
his back. He groaned again, reveling in the attention and delicious stinging
sensations.
Aurora himself came with a gasp and a shudder. Que-nu was careful to make sure
that everything got onto his hand and not their clothes. He yanked free a
length of toilet paper in order to wipe them both clean. The demon lowered his
leg and barely gave him a chance to the throw the dirtied wad in the toilet
before dragging him back in for another rough kiss.
When they parted, the phoenix had to laugh. “Am I going to have to buy you some
underwear?”
The demon smirked. “If that’s your way of asking me to model all sorts of
lingerie for you then sure! But otherwise no, I’m quite happy with my choice
tonight.”
The phoenix rolled his eyes, but did make a mental note to take him up on that
offer sometime. “Well, I must say that I was hoping to give my time to a lady
tonight, but I think this was a much better way to spend my night.”
“Really? The night is still young, I’m sure you’ve got plenty more you could
still be doing.”
“Are you brothers at your house?”
“They shouldn’t be.”
“Alright, then let’s get out of here and go find a surface we haven’t done it
on yet!”
Aurora chuckled and the two stood upright. They quickly got their clothing back
in order and both ran a hand through their hair in an attempt to make
themselves look less disheveled.
“I think the coffee table in the living room is still virginal.” The demon
stated.
He unlocked the bathroom door and the two began to leave.
“Sounds like a plan to me. That is, so long as you go back to looking like
yourself. I miss your black skin and horns. Your tail, too.”
Aurora chuckled. “Of course. I’m tired of pretending to be a human anyway.”
 
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By the way, if anyone was curious, here's a drawing of these two that a friend
of mine did about four years ago! =D (But honestly, Rory is way more womanly in
my head.)
[Aurora and Que Small]
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     The full-size version of that pic: here~
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