So someone asked me to write more smut and because I'm thirsty af I did it oops?

This one was kind of written with Mephisto's darker side in mind, as well as a 'guilty pleasures' theme, with Talia being the main point of view. You may notice that there are some lines that look like this: 'wordswordswordswords' which is my way of telling you, this is their thoughts, not them talking out loud. Hopefully that's not too confusing, but if so I'll fix it later. I tend to usually use their strongest personalities in my fics, so this was a nice change of pace! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I liked writing it!

Chapter 1: Fangs

It had started out small at first. It was small enough for her to ignore, but the more time that flew by, the deeper she began to feel.

Princess Talia was never the touchy, feely type. Even as a child, she was always more comfortable with keeping people at a distance. She never physically yearned to touch anyone. Perhaps it was because of how many people shunned her, or how she tended to be forgotten in favor of her older sister, the only person she'd even consider letting touch her. Izira loved her, cared for her, and adored her. She was the only person in Xeris aside from her parents and Uncle Aslyn that truly paid her any mind. It wasn't that she thought she was better than her people. It was just…uncomfortable for her.

But he was making it so damn hard.

She tried to push down her feelings; the way his eyes shimmered an unruly green made her stomach flutter, and that damn smirk across his face every time he outsmarted her made her body ache for all kinds of unfathomable opportunities any princess should be ashamed to even consider. She tried to recall when it started; what the girls so commonly called a "crush", and not the kind Carissa thought they meant. That…that almost ended badly for her last date.

However, Talia had no intention of destroying the source of her affections, which was really, really terrifying. It was what she knew she had to do. She had been fighting the twins for years now, and had gotten use to fighting with Lev, Deinos, and Kakos, so hurting them should come easy. It certainly seemed that way from their side. Yet, every time she watched Mephisto's body hit the floor of the arena, she felt like she was the one crashing into it. She originally blamed this on her own magical powers. That was the most logical reason. From a very tender age she could sense the world around her; the emotions, the energy, the dead. It was always there and she could on occasion feel the dark energy that plague the opposite side. That was when all of this started. It was the first time she had connected with anyone so intimately. It wasn't on purpose, of course, but the boy was emotional from the previous experiences of the day. He was trying to crystallize the team after they had taken back the Oracle Gem he had worked so hard to retrieve for his master, and with the pressure from everyone on his shoulders, he became a whirlwind of recklessness and danger. Talia knew Mephisto to be temperamental, but she had never seen him seriously angry at anyone, even at her team. It was honestly rather terrifying, especially for Auriana and Iris, who panicked slightly at seeing him so out of character. He was unpredictable enough, and now, he was getting desperate. Anyone who got in his way was in danger; even Lev was nearly crystallized when his foul mouth got him on the sorcerer's bad side.

Talia found it intriguing. Not because she was amused, or enjoyed the total crazy the twin unleashed, but she could feel him in a state so raw, it was impossible to ignore. His magic was everywhere and she could feel it burning in her sense; her sensitivity had no way of withstanding his power, and she found herself hardly helpful in creating a strategy on her own. It was as if his magic was clawing at her own, dragging it from its many barriers and caged walls, trying to consume it. Talia bit her lip as she recalled the vivid green crystals that decorated the arena. The smell of smoke and fire that filled the air and how warm her body grew as is carelessness paraded about the dimension; it was unusually wonderful. They lost the battle, but they had an Oracle Gem; that was what mattered. At least to the girls, that's what mattered.

Talia had come out knowing more about Mephisto than she originally planned, and what's worse, she missed it. She liked it. She liked him. She felt how he felt, and it humanized him. It made him more than her enemy in the war, it showed her his side, his being, and it was constantly on her mind.

His name was a whisper on her lips as her body sunk into the bright sheets beneath her. She wondered what he was like outside of battle; was he as silly as ever, or more relaxed? She wanted to know more about him; in reality, he had been a total stranger to her, but now, she knew him more than he knew her and he didn't even know! Nobody knew; at least she intended to keep it that way.

Talia didn't want Iris to know she was attracted to the boy she had trained her to fight. She didn't want Auriana to freak out over her crushing on a boy, especially the boy they all considered the dorkiest and most ridiculous. She didn't want Lyna to find out and tell Izira, or for Carissa to give her a lecture about honor, treason, and the art of war. Again. For the fifteenth time. She also was not ready for whatever Lev and Praxina would conjure up to use her feelings for Mephisto against her.

She was most afraid of what Mephisto, himself, would do. What would he say if he found her looking the way she did; hair sprawled across her bed as she caressed her body at the very thought of him being near her. It was enough to make her body tremble with fear, and maybe even a little thrill. She was so curious about him; she had gotten a taste and she wanted more. She knew he was clever, and even a little eccentric, but he also felt very strongly and passionately, and it was those core four that drew her into him. He was unlike any Ephedian she had met before and unique to Ephedia in his own way. He was forbidden, totally off the tables for her, but that didn't stop the way his name bounced off the walls of her room in the dead of night as she dreamed of his glove-clad hands tracing over the curves of her body.

"Mephisto…"

His name felt like heaven rolling off her tongue and she wanted him by her. She wanted to know what he was like when he liked someone, how warm he was, what he smelled like; dear god what he felt like. Her toes curled as she felt her body tense with her build up; his name was more frequently whimpered and her movements frantic; she wanted him so bad she could cry and he was none the wiser. She would rock his evil little world if she could, but as usual, he was out of reach, and she was alone in a dark room pleasuring herself and indulging in her secret fantasies about the enemy. She pushed her bangs back from her face as her chest heaved, her back arching as she let out a melody of curses. She wished he could be here, to watch her, to see that he could, in fact, unravel her from her usually well put together state of mind. She'd dance for him, she'd cry out to him for mercy, and he wasn't here for any of it, damn him. She wanted him on top of her, watching her with those electric green orbs that haunted her dreams and kept her smiling. She wanted to kiss every scar and tell him anything he wanted to hear, as long as he would hold her for a moment. That was all she wanted. And Izira, forgive her, she'd beg for it. She knew she would. He had complete control over her in this little room, her sanctuary, and he wasn't even near her. He barely cared that she existed as far as she knew. Oh, but she wanted him to; it was probably better that he didn't, because who knows what she might get into, but the thought of him seeing her completely under his control, something no one had ever seen, a power no one had every fathomed they'd have, would please him tremendously, though not as much as she would.

Talia gasped as her orgasm racked her body, her vision blurring white and green as she muffled her cries. Why was she like this? How did he get her like this with no more than a glance or a cocky remark? It was insane. He's insane! She swallowed hard as she settled, turning over with guilt at her actions. What had become of her? It's so unlike her to react to anyone in such a way; it was near animalistic and totally uncontrollable. It was like once he got her going, she couldn't turn it off and she hated it. She loved it too. Sitting up, she wiped the sweat from her face, looking tiredly around the room. She flinched at the sound of glass being tapped on.

'What the hell is that?'

Frowning, she waved it off as a bird or some other Earth creature that was active during the night. Laying back, she sighed deeply, nuzzling her pillows in order to find some source of comfort. She heard it again. This time for sure, as clear as day, something was hitting her window. She glared at the space above her bed before peeling back the magenta curtains. The moonlight hit her face, making her wince, but she saw nothing but the dark street dimly lit by the lampposts on the sidewalks. She looked skeptically outside, but could find nothing out of the ordinary. With a huff, she closed the curtains, turning back and scratching at her head with annoyance and fatigue. It was really too late for this.

"You know; you could have at least answered the first time."

Talia froze at the voice she knew all too well. Her eyes snapped to the desk where a dark figure leaned casually against it. She knew who it was, she'd recognize those olive eyes anywhere.

"Mephisto?!" She gasped, tensing as her eyes widened in horror. What the hell was he doing in here?! She wasn't even properly dressed! She quickly pulled up a pillow to cover her body. A partially buttoned pajama top and a pair of, well, what started out fresh, underwear was not the proper attire for a princess to addressed in! What the hell was he thinking showing up here?!

"Stop that!" He hissed, his arms falling to his sides as he clenched his fist, "That's all I've been hearing for the past hour! Why?!"

"Wait, what? What are you doing here?!" Talia whispered harshly, readying her magic to fight. It wasn't her ideal battle, but she'd handle it if she needed to do so.

"You! You keep calling me! I heard you! It's all I've been hearing! What the hell are you summoning me for? I can't even understand what you're trying to tell me! Or ask me! Whatever!" Mephisto growled, stomping over to her with irritation evident on his face.

"Don't come any closer or I'll alert the others!" Talia threatened, causing him to stop, "Where's Praxina and Lev?!"

"I don't know, back at the cave, sleeping, likeI was trying to!" Mephisto sneered, his hands being thrown out for emphasis.

"I didn't call you, or whatever it is you think I did, but you need to leave. NOW." Talia's glare deepened, and he gaped at her in surprise before he turned red with frustration.

"This isn't funny! Stop playing me for a fool! I heard you! Your voice specifically! You keep calling my name, saying words! They don't even make any sense! I don't know if you're just really bad at English, or you're trying to be discrete, but 'please', 'more', and 'harder' do not form a complete sentence. What does that even mean?! More of what?!" Mephisto exasperated, throwing his hands up and raising an eyebrow to give her the most unsatisfied of looks. Talia, on the other hand, was on her way to turning fifty shades of red.

'Please don't tell me what's happening is actually happening! By Ephedia, please let me be wrong for once in my life!' Talia prayed silently as he stared at her expectantly. It was then that the snake prince began to fully take in his enemy's current state. Her hair was an absolute mess and clung to her skin, which was sheen with sweat. Her face was flushed and her cheeks rosier than ever. Her eyes were languid and her gaze a bit dazed. Her deep royal blue nightshirt was partially unbuttoned and hanging awkwardly from one of her shoulders, teasing at the soft canary yellow lace that cupped her breast. Her legs were bear and her undergarments were hidden by her top and the pillow she clutched in front of her.

'What the hell happened to her? She looks like she just lost a fight, or won it. I can't really tell. Where the heck are her pants?!' Mephisto gulped, jerking back as he realized the possibilities. He looked away from her, trying his best to not offend her. As he calmed down, it hit him like a ton of bricks. Her smell was everywhere; it was intoxicating and overpowering and he wasn't sure how to respond to it, but he cursed his Zaterran blood for the animalistic traits that brought the scent to his attention. Now he was even more confused than before. Why was the smell of her so strong in the room; she's alone, its late, any sane person would be asleep.

'What could she possibly be doing by her…oh. OH. Wait, why does this involve me? Unless…Nooo, no, no, no, no, nuh-uh. No way. As if. Right? There's no way what I was hearing was Talia… pleasuring herself?' His eyes widened and he paled. Surely he was wrong. She hated him! How would that even be possible! How did she even reach him? He looked to her with a look of surprise, and she flinched at the expression before her own eyes widened with dread.

"No."

"T-Talia- "

"Don't!"

"Were you…"

"Mephisto, please- "

"Masturbating?" Mephisto's eyes clenched shut as he awaited his punishment; a slap, a spell, anything to refute his suspicions. He peeked an eye open after a long pause had passed.

"How…h-how did you hear me?" Talia looked mortified by the fact that he was there, and he swallowed hard. This situation was more delicate than he had thought it would be. In honesty, he came here ready to fight, or at least get back the gem he lost, but he was plagued by a familiar voice that was drawing him nearer and nearer before he realized he was at her window.

"I…I don't know. Why…why were you thinking of me? You hate me!" Mephisto frowned, narrowing his eyes at her. He didn't know much about Princess Talia, she was much less open than the other four princesses, and yet, she was the one he was confronting about having the naughtiest of thoughts about him. When she didn't answer, he began to figure she didn't really hate him after all. Oh, he could use this. Grinning, he took on a smooth swagger, conjuring his dark prince regality back for a moment of play, "'Harder', you ask? 'More', 'please'? It doesn't sound like you hate me all that much, Talia. In fact, it sounds like you're very much into me. "

Talia's cringed, and he almost laughed outright at the incredulous look she gave him as she proceeded to color a bright cherry. He smirked, licking his lips and teasing his forked tongue, careful to drag it slowly across his bottom lip to catch her attention. Oh, and it did. The poor girl followed his every move with precision, and her eyes lingered on his lips before meeting his eyes again.

"Tsk, tsk. Princess, I think you might have a thing for me. I think you can't get enough of me." He teased, slowly making his way to her, creeping onto the bed as his cape drifted off to the side, "I wonder, how badly do you want the real deal."

Talia could hardly breath. Somehow the sneaky bastard had made his way into her bed, and his hand had knocked off the pillow that failed her as a shield. His arms blocked her in underneath him as he hovered over her, smirking as if he had won his favorite game. She bit her lip at the situation; it was definitely what she wanted, but she knew how much trouble she'd be in if she welcomed him. She needed to be much more careful with what she wished for next time. She considered it could be another one of his tricks. He was just as good as her when it came to playing with the mind with magic, and she wasn't ready for anymore of his magic to drive her off the deep end. At least, that's what she kept telling herself as he unbuttoned her shirt and pushed at the lapels of the blouse. He let out a shuttering sigh, shaking his head slightly.

"Is this what you want, Princess? You want me to make you feel good?" His tone was soft, but dear god it was like hot caramel, smooth and rich, making her skin tingle in all the right ways and igniting the heat burning between her legs. What was he thinking? They could both get into serious trouble with their leaders for this! He wasn't honestly going to go any further, right?

Talia swallowed hard, "Do you want to?"

He paused, the slit pupils of his eyes dilating as he stared into her honey colored eyes. His face softened for a moment, and she could see the small flicker of insecurity and fear pass through them before, he smiled wryly.

"I do what I want, Princess."

Talia's breath hitched as he kissed her, his hands gripping her wrists as his lips pressed hungrily against hers. Her body bursts to life, her desires running rampant at the very thought that he was kissing her. His lips were softer than she expected, but the intensity of his kiss left her own red and swollen. His fangs grazed her bottom lip, and she ran her tongue over their edges. He trembled at the gesture, his composure faltering before he straightened himself out and continued his antics. His tongue lashed out at her own and she found herself taken aback by its figure, but his taste was addictive and she moaned into him as he clearly dominated her in the art of kissing. She wasn't too experienced to begin with, to say the least, but he seemed more amused than offended and chuckled as her usual precision slipped into a lustful clumsiness of sorts. She could hardly handle the small pause he took to turn his head, and praised the heavens when found her lips again. His hands trailed along her jawline and she found herself leaning into his touch; he eyed her curiously through half-lidded eyes before tilting her head up to his and locking lips with her once more. With her hands now free, she didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around him, basking in the way his body warmed her in the cool autumn night. She could smell a concoction of fire on him, with a wisp of pine and earth. Her hands gripped at his cape and she slowly began to lose herself in the way he nibbled on her bottom lip. His sharpened fangs teased her, keeping her on edge at the idea that he might bite her, and he seemed to know that was her concern, but it didn't stop him from scaring her just a little bit. Her body ached for his touch and he was beginning to seem just as hungry for relief as she vocalized. His hands cupped her shoulders, tracing her arms before he paused, tilting his head with a mischievous smile. Talia arched an eyebrow before he broke into a grin, his hands moving father down her body until they groped at her bare bottom. His fingertips slowly slipped beneath the soft yellow satin before groping at her. She let out a squeak of surprise and he laughed at her for it.

"Hmm, you're very sensitive, Talia. Not at all what I expected out of a Xerin royal. I wonder if you'll like this as well…" Mephisto's fangs glistened in the reflection of light they created, and Talia gasped as he ground his hips against her. She quickly moved to cover her mouth, lest any shouts escape her without permission. Mephisto smiled wryly at the action, pleased with the fact that she was being so secretive about what was happening, but seemingly aggravated that she would keep him from hearing more of her cries. Talia looked away guiltily before her gaze softened. She would swallow her pride for a moment of honesty if it offered him gratification.

"I…I am certain that I would like anything you offered." Her tone was quiet, and she was trying to find the right words. She knew what she said was completely lacking in the turn-on department, but she wasn't going to sacrifice her dignity just yet. He seemed staggered by her admission, and he, himself, began to blush heavily over her response. It wasn't exactly the most suggestive or raunchy of whispers, but for someone as strict and emotionally restricting as Princess Talia, that was probably the closest he could ever hope to get. It's not often that the leader of your enemies tells you they like the idea of you pleasuring them, so of course he took it with open arms. Besides, how could he say no to a girl as pretty as Talia? Granted, all of the princesses were beautiful, but the fact that she was actually interested in him pretty much won her the gold. That, and paired with the fact that the girl could probably kill a man with that ass. Not that he was keen on being said man. He was much more content with his placement now, right between those long, mocha legs of hers. His expression took on a devious turn and he smiled down at her, causing her to shift under his watch. He snickered at her sudden self-consciousness as her hands pulled at her shirt. He casually slapped her hands away, earning a glare from the brunette, but he could care less about her offense and more about how he'd bring her to forgive him for his cheekiness. His fangs grazed at the supple mounds of flesh, before he bit into her skin. The sound of his name being ripped from her lips was music to his ears and he wanted to hear it over and over again. If he was going to hear her moaning and groaning, he might as well be there in person. She wasn't aware of it now, but he certainly had a plan in motion. He'd get his pay back for her interrupting his sleep, for jumping in his head without permission. He'd mark her skin everywhere he could. Watching her flail around to try to conceal his snake bites would not only be hilarious, but the idea carried a great amount of gratification for him. He repeated the same action, and Talia bit into her own hand to keep from screeching. The stinging sensation of his penetration made her cringe, but it also made her blood boil for more. Something about it left her feeling incomplete, and she was enjoying herself way too much to stop him.

Mephisto dragged his tongue along her cleavage, and Talia's hands flew to his shoulders to keep him there. He looked to her, entertained, and continued to make circles around the bruising flesh. The more she jerked beneath him, the more friction they built, and he was beginning to slip as her center repetitively grazed over his erection. His kisses and soothing licks quickly began to turn into gulps and sucks as he struggled to catch his breath. He needed to keep his distance and he needed to move away fast. That coiling in his loins was becoming all too familiar, and he wasn't done with her just yet.

"Mephisto, please…" Talia's eyes clenched shut as his teeth dragged across her nipple, his thumb caressing the other before he turned his attention downward. He smirked impishly before licking his lip and following the trail of abs he hadn't even imagined she hid under all those jackets. It was a rather arousing touch, and he was more than ready to thank her for it. He took in a deep breath, his hands trembling as her scent filled his nostrils. It was so demanding for his attention and he could hardly stand it. Mephisto licked his lips before yanking his glove off with teeth and tossing it to the side. He unclipped his cape and discarded it quickly, wanting not to hinder himself for indulging in his sweet treat. His eyes flickered to Talia, and he let out a soft groan of approval at how she glowed; there was something alluring about her he couldn't quite pinpoint. Perhaps it was that she was usually so well kept, and she looked positively disheveled now. It was a good look on her.

He smiled playfully as he nuzzled her inner thigh, his lips leaving ghostly kisses across the bronzed flesh. She took a handful of sheets as he bit into her, careful not to break the delicate flesh, but just enough to leave a good, obvious imprint. She was going to be furious. He lapped at the skin to relinquish her discomfort and set to making a decorative piece out of her body, marking anywhere he could possibly get his mouth to go. Talia egged him on, murmuring words of encouragement to do it again and again, fondling herself as he toyed with her, and he had to wonder if she had always been this erotic. She was loving every bit of his work, and she reminded herself to feel guilty later, but it was just so good. He was finally paying her attention, and it was one of the best kind. She never thought he would react this way to her, at least, not realistically. She had her fantasies here and there, but she always knew they were lies. She couldn't sense him. It was only her and her daydreams. Now he was nuzzling her sweet spot, and she was certain her brain was short circuiting at the thrilling vibrations he sent through her. He sucked at her lips, lapping at the thin material before him. She was almost angry that he wouldn't just rip them off, hell, if it was up to her, he'd be more than just cape-less, but she wouldn't push him. She was certain he had his reasons, she just couldn't pinpoint them in that moment. She was too busy sobbing into her hand as he rolled his tongue around her clit, nipping at the swelling nub. She was beginning to unravel and it felt like her body was catching fire.

Mephisto let out a hoarse growl before he finally pushed her panties to the side, and began to thread through her silk with his fingers. The feeling of his bare skin on her most private of areas was overriding her logic to keep quiet, and she found herself moaning louder than before. The ecstasy that built with every flick and drive shot through her at rapid speed, and she found herself unable to fully respond to him the way she wanted to; he seemed to sense her dilemma, bringing himself to hover over her as his fingers worked all sorts of magic within her. His free arm wrapped around her and he lifted her to his lips, his tongue dragging over her collarbone and leaving her speechless.

"What? Now you choose to be quiet, Talia? You were being rather vocal earlier." Mephisto taunted, nipping at her earlobe.

"I-I can't. If I get any louder, the girls and Aunt Ellen…" Talia whimpered, her fingers finding their way into his hair. My god, it was soft, and she wanted to lose herself in the cool silky purple curls.

"Mm? That's no fun. I want to hear you out loud. I want you to tell me what you said before. It's not that complicated."

"You'd be surprised. W-what if – ah! – what if we wake s-someone?" Talia licked her lips, her mouth going dry as he bit down on her ear. He was driving her positively mad.

"While I'm certain your screams would be arousing, I'm not telling you to wake the whole damn neighborhood, Talia. This is between you and me. You wanted me to hear you, and now you've got it. Or are you going back on your word?" He smiled triumphantly as her nose scrunched up at the suggestion.

"So that's how I get her riled up? She likes a challenge."

"Kiss my ass." She retorted in a deadpanned tone, and he nearly fell off of her, snickering at how well she delivered it, but he wouldn't let her get away with it.

"Don't tempt me." He husked, a flirtatious smile gracing his features.

He savored her wide eyed stare; a cross between mortification and embarrassment, maybe even a little bit of disbelief. She blushed heavily under his gaze, unsure of whether or not her actions would truly be in her favor, but her wish to prove her worth to him outweighed her nerves. Her tongue swiped over her bottom lip, and his eyes flickered in attention to follow the action. She took the gamble of taking hold of his jacket, pulling him to her and devouring his lips in a frenzied pace. He stumbled, his fingers leaving her as he caught his balance. She giggled against his lips, her tongue dragging along the fork of his tongue, eliciting a throaty groan. She swallowed it willingly, hooking her legs over his waist and rolling her hips over his tent in a slow graze. His hands clenched the head board for support and she could hear the sound of the wood splitting under his grip.

It started again.

It was a faint whisper of her name, but she had heard him clearly. He hadn't spoke, at least not physically, but she had heard him. He was in her head again, awakening something in her neither of them could comprehend. His eyes fluttered open as he pulled his lips from her, and the wild magic behind them glowed a bright jade. His arms pulled her close to him, his pounding pulse echoing in her ear, and he bit into her shoulder in heated desperation as he began to roughly grind against her.

"Fuck, Mephisto!" Talia clawed at the fitted white fabric covering his back, aching for some kind of relief, or at least a source of stability. It was all becoming too much to handle. His hands were everywhere now, on her butt, her breast; his fingers grazed her neck and he took in fistfuls of her shirt. He seemed so indecisive, and had taken to panting a mix of a language she couldn't quite understand. Talia moaned into his ear, pleading with him keep moving and he hissed in response, snapping at the exposed flesh of her neck.

"Oh god, yes, just like that, right there!" Talia mewed as her hands groped at his backside, trying to memorize the way he moved, the way he felt against her. God, he felt so good. Despite the barrier of his own clothing, Mephisto was making sure she felt every inch of what he had to offer and if her soaked sheets were any indication as to whether it was working, he was not doing a bad job. The air was becoming thick, and his moans were becoming more frequent, mixing with hers in a melody of carnal hunger. She was so close to losing herself, and the faint whispers in her head were gaining in volume. She looked to him in an almost drunken state, and took in account his frazzled form. His hair had been rummaged through, courtesy of herself, and his jacket was partially coming undone. His bangs stuck to his forehead with sweat and his thick brows were furrowed in deep concentration as he pounded his hips against hers. His control over their little session was wavering, and his need to reach his peak had taken the reigns of the situation. His hands flew to her hips, and his thrusts became more frantic, his nails digging into her skin. She quivered beneath him, the tightening between her legs making her toes curl and her skin prickle; her vision began to go like static, and her sanities were overwhelmed by the fusion of light and dark magic drenching her sheets. Mephisto began to shudder as he spent himself, his teeth sinking into the crook of her neck in a fluid motion. Talia gasped as he broke through the skin, and it only made his grip on her tighten as they rode out their orgasms, slowing as their bodies convulsed with satisfaction.

Talia struggled to catch her breath, unable to concentrate as he licked away the pain of his bite. He muttered a small hint of regret, as if the bite was unintentional, and more of an act of instinct.

"W-what was that?" He whispered, wiping at the corner of his mouth as he pulled away from her.

"What do you mean?" Talia blushed, her chest falling as she took in gulps of air.

"I…Your hair…" He frowned in confusion, running his hand through the strands and eying the now sky blue locks with interest, "Does this usually happen?"

"N-no." Talia looked just as troubled by the color, and he shook it off as something to figure out later.

"Are you alright? I…I didn't mean to hurt you, it just kind of happened." His face reddened and Talia shook her head, her hand impulsively reaching for the wound.

"Its fine. I…I'm sorry about keeping you awake. I didn't realize you could hear me…I…I'm not sure how that happened." Talia's brows furrowed as she sat up slightly. Mephisto took it as a chance to move off of her, sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching for his glove. He paused as his hand trembled, and he tried to shake off the immense power he had felt with her, but he couldn't. He wanted to stay, to talk to her and figure things out, but he was much too tired and the others had no idea he had even left. This was not something he wanted to have to explain to his sister either. He let out a sigh as he slipped on his glove and retrieved his cape, throwing it back over his shoulders.

"You're leaving? Now? After all of that?" Talia gaped at him and he shrugged in response.

"I can't stay. Unless you want to explain this to Iris and Auriana."

She paused, and he felt bad as she glared at her book case. He wanted to stay, he really did, but this wasn't something they could have in the public. He cleared his throat, "Besides, its…not like I won't see you, right?"

Talia turned to him, looking surprised by his suggestion.

"I mean; this is only the beginning. And I want answers. Even if I have to work you over a little more to get them. I'm sorry to say Princess, but you've sparked my interest." Mephisto smirked, walking over to her and planting a swift kiss on her lips, sucking lightly on her lips to leave her wanting more. "Until next time, Talia. And for Ephedia's sake, get some sleep. We'll both need it."

In a flash of light, he disappeared from her room, leaving Talia gaping at where he once stood. Had that…had that actually happened?! She covered her mouth as she fell into her sheets, biting at her nail as she recalled the entire event. It was unbelievable in a good way, and she wouldn't mind a repeat, or better. A smile began to creep its way on her face, and she refused to dismiss it. She turned over in her bed, her eyes heavy with exhaustion; she'd figure things out in the morning.

In the meantime, she had a lot to dream about.

Boom. There it is. Feel free to send in requests for what you'd like to see these two deal with later on in this story and I'll see what I can do!

-KT