Ryuzakichi: This is the first part of "Seele Vergewaltigt" of my Belzeber and Azazer and is rated for +18 readers. Mature content: Nudity, Sexual Theme, Horror/Macabre, Strong Language, Ideologically Sensitive.

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Azazer had a daily routine: standing in front of the transporter looking after those pieces of data that always want to get involved in Luther's plans. This time, Azazer wasn't alone but had Belzeber with him. Of course they never liked each other, or so Azazer thought.

Almost seventeen hours had passed, and still no one and nothing stood in front of them…

"Want to go somewhere away from here?" asked Belzeber.

"Why would you want to go with me?" Azazer asked back.

"Do you see anyone else around?"

"Why don't you go with Berial?"

"Berial hates us all, just like Blair. Didn't you know that?"

Azazer had never disobeyed Luther's orders, no matter how annoying they were, not once. Belzeber kept talking to him about running away from the company. Azazer kept saying no.

"No wonder you still want to be Luther's slave," Belzeber barked. "Since he promoted me to work alongside you, the only thing that I've been doing is looking at the same wall, same transporter, and the same freaking employee. We stand here every day and no one ever comes."

"If you don't like this job, you may always quit," replied Azazer. "You know I'll never disobey Luther. No matter what job he promotes me to, I will keep working on it."

"Oh, come on! You just want Luther to love you, like you love him. That's why you always obey him. Like that stupid blond data said: 'he never respects you'. Have you noticed he never gives us any free time? Do you call that 'respect'? Besides, the worst thing that could happen is that he fires us. I always run away from the job and he never catches me. Of course, that was before I was promoted to work with you."

Azazer had never thought in that way. He knew that Luther keeps denying his love for him. Since Fayt and his crew got into the company, and when Cliff started speaking the truth to him, Azazer fell into a deep depression that would take forever to be cured. He is still doing his best to be with Luther.

So those argent eyes hidden behind the glasses opened and looked straight at Belzeber. Azazer stood there with crossed arms and an upset look in his golden eyes.

"If I go with you, do you promise that it will not be for long time?" asked Azazer.

"Yeah, yeah, I promise" replied Belzeber.

So the blonde haired guy turned around, unto the transporter's keyboard. Barely brushing by each key, he typed fast and his special card slipped into the card zone. The bright transporter was already activated to take them to his desired place. Belzeber stood in front the holographic cylinder zone waiting for any answer of the argent eyed man. Azazer got flustered, with just short steps moved toward Belzeber, and he was pulled by his arm to make him get in the holographic zone.

Once inside, both found themselves in a dark corridor and one door in front. The effeminate guy took his special card and slid it into the keyboard's sensor to open the door. A blinding light hit Azazer's face. Once his eyes adjusted to the brightness, he noticed that it was simple room. His palm hit his forehead as he took a disapproving look at the room.

"Why the fuck did you bring me to your room?"

An evil look appeared on Belzeber's face. At the same moment, he kicked Azazer to make him fall on the bed. Belzeber locked the door, and after that, he cut up the card that allows the entrance to his room. Azazer sat confused on the bed, but before he could stand up, Belzeber was against him, sitting above him and kissing him. Once Azazer's tongue was wrapped up by Belzebers, Azazer pushed him away, disconnecting the tongues' contact and ran to the locked door as fast as he could.

Pinning Azazer against the locked door, Belzeber took the hilt of the whip he was wearing at his side and made it appear as a long sparkling turquoise rope, which whipped against Azazer and also wrapped around his neck. Belzeber pulled towards him and turned Azazer's face close to those black painted lips while Azazer was being asphyxiated by the sparkling whip. Azazer's breathing was short, and his heart was beating very fast…

"I'm excellent with the whip," boasted Belzeber.

"I realize you already know I love Luther," barked Azazer. "And I won't let a stripper slut like you snatch away my love for him!"

"And who said anything about snatching away?"

Belzeber threw Azazer to the bed by the whip that was asphyxiating him. Once he was thrown to the bed, Belzeber removed the renewable sparkling turquoise rope and tied Azazer's hands behind his back. He started licking and kissing his lips roughly while removing his shirt.

The gloved hands ran softly over the sensitive, pale skin of the argent eyed man. Done with the hard kiss, his tongue ran over Azazer's neck and then went down to his nipples. His breathing was getting shorter as his broken heart was beating faster. The fear of being trapped with a male stripper slut was becoming stronger; like being handcuffed by a psycho. Still, his thoughts remained focused on Luther, to distract himself from the rape.

Belzeber noticed that Azazer was sort of distracted, so while licking and biting his nipples, he unzipped Azazer's pants and pulled down his black underwear.

"Don't you dare do it!" cried Azazer.

The tip of Belzeber's tongue was brushing the edge of the penis in circles, which was suddenly covered by his black painted lips. The whole erected silhouette was covered, sucked and wrapped by his large tongue. The argent eyed guy was blushing and moaning; he couldn't even kick Belzeber because his legs were held by his gloved hands. To stop a useless attempt to escape, Belzeber came away from the erected silhouette, took Azazer's glasses, and smashed them against the wall till they were destroyed.

"So, tell me…" said Belzeber. "Can you see anything?"

Azazer's sight was terrible without his glasses. He saw everything very blurred. He squinted his eyes, but the only thing he could see was a female silhouette removing his top clothes.

"Barely…" replied Azazer.

Belzeber's breast was exposed in front of Azazer, and his head was laid on Belzeber's nipples. Azazer tried to move away, but both gloved hands were blocking his escape by grasping his hair.

Something inside Azazer, in the deepest part of his raped and broken heart, compelled him to suck Belzeber's bittersweet-colored nipples, like whether the claws of Asmodeous were seducing the hypocrite soul that Azazer holds. In the deepest part of his heart was found a slight sweet feeling for that effeminate guy that he was held by.

"That's it, my raped soul…"

Meanwhile in the Sphere Company, Luther could be found is his lab meditating about his feelings. Luther does really love Azazer no matter how much he keeps denying his presence. He was thinking of how to confess his love for him; he's terrible at those things, so somehow he decided to ask someone "experienced" about it. He couldn't believe whom he was going to call.

Inside the Eternal Sphere, Fayt's cell phone was ringing. The caller ID said it was an unknown caller's number, but he answered it anyway. "Hello?"

"Umm, Fayt…" whispered Luther.

"AAAAGH! LUTHER!"

"Don't scream, data! I must talk to you about something important! So, I want you to come here ALONE, understood? No one else must know about this nor come with you, okay?"

Silence just remained for some seconds on the line. Luther was asking for an answer when he suddenly got it from Cliff.

"Okay! In the car or in the bed?"

"Damn it, stupid blond data!"

Somehow, Cliff was listening to the conversation while Fayt was on the phone; he could hear each word from 3 meters away, so he went to Fayt and took his phone.


The End of the first part...