My Heavenly Demon

'The Guardians' a worldwide clan of humans blessed with holy weapons and magics to maintain the divine balance of good and evil by keeping the demon population down. What happens when a guardian encounters a demon that changes everything? Based in a fantasy era that is a mix of Edo Japan, Renaissance England, and a more modern way of thinking.

Tezuka x Fuji and mentions of Oishi x Kikumaru

AU|Yaoi|Lemon|OOC|Fluff|Bondage|Violence|MPreg||Non-Con|Kidnapping

Chapter Two

Tezuka stood at the mouth of Syusuke's cave with his arms crossed. Every day since meeting the impossible demon a week prior, he stood there in that spot with his arms crossed. He had a duty to perform, but he could not bring himself to walk into the cave and dispatch him. He stared into the dark, a war with himself going on inside his head. He would eventually tire of it and return home. He had not even seen or talked to the angelic demon in that entire week, this was tiresome.

"If you are going to come by, you might as well pop in and say hello. It is rude to just to loiter at someone's doorstep." Came that sexy voice from inside the cave. The long-haired demon stepped out of the cave, leaning against its side with a smile plastered on his face. He wore nothing but a short yukata that hung off his shoulder and his katana secured to his obi. His hair was loose and hanging over his shoulders. "Hello, 'Mitsu." he purred.

"Syusuke..."

"Are you still planning on killing me? Because this isn't how to do it." Syusuke tittered.

Tezuka's face remained unchanged, set in stone. He was not amused. He reached over his shoulder, his hand closing around the hilt of kurenjinguburēdo. His hard gaze never leaving the demon who stood there looking absolutely sexy in his short yukata and hairless body. How old was this demon anyway? "How old are you?" he asked, needing to sate his curiosity on that matter.

"That's a pretty intimate question. I am a few millennia old, I suppose." Syusuke responded. "You lose count eventually. Though I think if we were to base it on human maturity, I am sixteen or seventeen years of age. An adolescent bordering on adulthood." He stepped closer to Tezuka, a slender hand hovering over the hilt of his katana. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-one," Tezuka responded, unsheathing his blade and leveling it with the demon. "Are you going to defend yourself?"

"I am. If you give me no choice." Syusuke said, pulling his blade from its sheath and leveling it with Tezuka. He smiled sweetly, his wings stretching out to their full span. "I still do not wish to fight you."

Tezuka did not respond, instead, he lunged for the angelic demon, his attack instantly parried. He was met strike for strike. Their blades protesting with every strike. Syusuke kept smiling at him, which was off-putting. Going low he jabbed at the demon, who immediately took to the sky, the force of the air current knocked him back and almost off his feet. From that air Syusuke lunged at him, bringing tenshinosasayaki down on him. He parried and grabbed the demon's thin ankle in the same instant, pulling the demon out of the air and slamming into the ground.

Syusuke coughed, all the air pushed out of his lungs. He was also pretty sure he felt something break. Blocking a jab to his heart, he kicked out, making contact with Tezuka's stomach, the guardian falling back enough to allow him up on his feet. He lunged this time, and when their blades met they were repelled again, sending them both flying in opposite directions. He crashed into a tree and a splintered piece of wood stabbed him in the side just above his hip. He yelped in reaction and got out of the tree's trunk before it collapsed. Tezuka was sitting against a fallen tree, blood pouring down his face. With a growl, he lunged.

Lifting his arm up, Tezuka brought his sword up to block the blow. He used the momentum to push Syusuke back, sending him backward. He quickly got to his feet and lunged for the demon who ducked under his sword, and kicked his feet out from under him, he fell to the ground and Syusuke climbed over him, straddling his waist and holding his katana to his throat. The demon leaned over him, his long hair falling over his shoulders, creating a waterfall of brunette. "What are you…?" he began, stopping as Syusuke caught him in a kiss. A gentle and chaste kiss.

Instantly, Syusuke was on his feet and moving away from the guardian. He waited for Tezuka to be back on his feet with his blade in hand before he lunged again. Their swords met, steel clashing, evil and holy screaming their protests. Wings unfolded, he lifted himself from the ground and out of the range of Tezuka's weapon. The human sneered at him, making him chuckle. "What's wrong, guardian? No ranged attacks?" he chuckled.

Tezuka growled. As long as Syusuke was out of range there was nothing he could do. Though from here he could see that there was nothing under that short yukata. Despite the delightful view, he would prefer to finish this. He threw his sword into the air. Hoping to at least knock the demon out of the air with the heavy blade, instead he hit Syusuke dead on, slicing into his side, just above the wound from the tree. With a loud hiss, Syusuke fell to the ground.

Syusuke knelt on the ground, his katana laying out of reach as he grasped his side. Holy swords stung like nothing else. Which was to be expected, and they stung him less than other demons. His head bowed and long hair creating a curtain, he prepared for the final blow, his wings hung lazily, lying limp on the ground behind him. Instead of a blow, tenshinosasayaki was dropped in front of him. He quickly grabbed it and stood up. Cerulean and dark chocolate met in an intense glare. "Just get it over with." he breathed out. The blood pouring from his side ran down his leg and pooled at his feet. Tezuka lunged for him and he blocked the attack. He was getting incredibly light headed. He healed quickly, but because it was a holy blade, he would heal slower. He attempted to lunge in retaliation, only to collapse. He could not stand anymore.

"Syusuke?" Tezuka's heart stopped and his chest tightened. He dropped down beside the demon who now lay on his side, his wounded side up. Glassy eyes stared at him. Syusuke's pale skin looked even paler. "You're bleeding out..."

"Yeah..." Syusuke responded. He trembled and shivered. He smiled serenely and reached up for the human. "You've gotten what you wanted." His voice cracked and faded as he talked. Tezuka grabbed him, pulling him into his arms. He carried him bridal-style into his cave and laid him down beside his spring. Armor and clothing were shed and he was once again picked up and brought into the spring. The heat of the water felt good on his chilled body.

Tezuka used the obi from Syusuke's yukata to put pressure against the bleeding wound. He didn't want to kill him. He didn't want him to die. He certainly didn't want to watch him die. He should have sent Oishi or a different guardian. The demon had to die, as was needed to maintain the divine balance. He had already come to the conclusion he did not want to see this demon die. There was something about him, something that captivated him, moreover, his heart seemed to cry out for the demon. He had never experienced these feelings before. "I do not want you to die."

Syusuke chuckled. "I think it is a little too late for that. Unless I stop bleeding..." he said breathlessly. It took so much effort just to talk. He turned his face into Tezuka's neck. "Perhaps, guardian, we will meet in a different lifetime, and in that lifetime you will not have to kill me..." he rasped out. He was fading. He could feel it.

"Stop talking." Tezuka barked. "You're not going to die. I will not permit it."

"Y-you…" Syusuke gasped. "… contradict yourself." he chuckled and closed his eyes. He was so tired. Tezuka slapped him across the face, hard."

"Stay awake. How can I stop the bleeding?"

"There is a salve in my chest… it will help." Syusuke said, placing a hand on his stinging face. Tezuka carried him back to his alcove, gently setting him into the pets and bedding. He snuggled into to the soft and familiar warmth as Tezuka emptied out his chest. "It won't stop the bleeding. It will neutralize the magics from your sword and help my healing along," he whispered. Tezuka came back to him with the salve in hand he quickly applied some to the deep cut.

Tezuka sighed. "Once you're healed I am bringing you home with me."

Syusuke smiled. "I don't have a choice?"

"No." Tezuka. I will keep you locked within the walls of my home. It will protect you from other guardians, and I will keep you under the pretense of a prisoner. I will put wards on the doors and windows to prevent you from leaving, it will also mask your aura from others. You will be safe..."

"You trust me?"

"Aa. You were able to move me with little effort with our first meeting. I have left myself open. You have not tried anything that would be lethal, and you have held yourself back not to hurt me. So, yes. If you were going to kill or hurt me, you would have already. I trust you." Tezuka responded, realizing how weird it sounded afterward. Yet, the huge smile he was blessed with made it so he did not care how weird it sounded.

Syusuke looked at his side, it looked to finally be healing. His eyes slipped shut. If he could just sleep…

"Syusuke… wake up."

Cerulean eyes fluttered open. After a few moments, he groaned and sat up. Tezuka and his friends sat near the bed he was laying in.

"Yatta!" the redheaded neko cheered.

"Aa... Sleeping beauty awakes." Cooed Oishi.

"Syusuke, how do you feel?" Tezuka asked.

"Much better. How long have I been asleep?" Syusuke asked and the three exchanged looks.

Eiji climbed into the bed, settling down behind the demon, setting to combing through the long brunette locks with his claws. He purred quietly, urging the demon to relax. "It has been two weeks. Nya." Syusuke hummed. "My name is Eiji Eiji. You can call me Eiji."

Syusuke hummed again "A pleasure to meet you, pussycat." He looked at Tezuka, searching the depths of those dark chocolate eyes. "...'Mitsu."

"Eiji, Shuichiro," Tezuka said and the two nodded and left the room. They currently were in Tezuka's personal room, where he laid the comatose demon so that he could keep an eye on him and his recovery. He moved from the chair where he sat to sit on the bed. Syusuke threw himself at him as soon as he sat, arms wrapped around his neck and head resting on his chest. He tentatively wrapped his arms around the small brunette, stark white wings fluttered open and wrapped around them both. "What is this all about?"

"I can hear your heart, it is beating so loudly and even faster," Syusuke said and Tezuka hummed. "Mine too. Here." He let go of Tezuka and coaxed one of the human's hands off his back and laid it on his chest, pressing into it with his own hand. "You feel it, ne?" Tezuka nodded. "Thank you. For saving me."

"Don't thank me. You would not have needed saving if it were not for me." Tezuka responded. For the last two weeks of tending after the comatose demon and sleeping next to him, he had plenty of time to sort his thoughts and feelings. However, he could not stop the mental chiding he gave himself for putting Syusuke in such a position.

Syusuke hummed and shook his head. "You have a duty, a holy duty to eradicate evil. I do not blame you for doing what you were born to do," he whispered and folded his wings against his back again. He sat up and looked around. "Where am I?"

"In my home and in my bed, where you have been for two weeks..."

"I.. what?" Syusuke's face flushed. "Where have you been sleeping?"

"Right next to you."

"Is that right?"

Tezuka nearly snorted, the demon had gone from sexy tempter to a blushing virgin within two seconds of hearing that they've slept in the same bed for two weeks. That was actually very cute. Who knew demons could be so innocent. Then again, Syusuke was no ordinary demon, was he? "I kept a constant watch over you."

Syusuke smiled sweetly. "Thank you, Kunimitsu," he said softly.

With a nod, Tezuka stood up. "You must be hungry." the demon nodded. "Come along, we will get you fed and then bathed. Then I will show you your own room," he said and put his hand out, Syusuke took it. He helped the demon to his feet and guided him to the kitchens. All Syusuke wore at the moment was one of his tunics, which was huge on the small demon. It was sexy, cute, and somehow very domestic. As they approached the smell of soup and rice filled the air. "I have a few maids and a cook. They already know of you, though, if they cause problems, do be sure to tell me."

"Okay."

The cook was an older kitsune her hair silver and her eyes green. Two large orange ears were poised atop her head and a long puffy tail flicked behind her as she moved through the kitchen. She looked up as the two came into the kitchen. "Good evening, young master, I see our sleeping beauty has finally awoken," she spoke with an interesting dialect.

"Good evening. Yes. Feed him, Noriko. I will return in a few minutes."

"Aye, Master," Noriko said and turned to grab some dishes and a tray.

Tezuka gently tugged Syusuke's pointed ear and left.

Noriko turned back to Syusuke as soon as they were alone. "Alright, cherub… We've got miso soup, roasted salmon, rice, and some fresh fruit. Would you like some tea, wine, or sake?"

"Some tea would be lovely, thank you." Syusuke smiled and stared at the large portion of food Noriko placed in front of him as he sat down at the countertop.

"You know, cherub, the young master has taken quite the shine to you. For the last two weeks, he has barely left your side. When he was not with you he was talking about you. He even brought the town healer in to look after you, swearing him to secrecy." Noriko informed, setting a fresh cup of tea down in front of the demon.

Syusuke smiled. "Is that so?" he asked and started on his food.

Noriko nodded. "Aye. I have never seen him so attached to anyone and I have watched him grow up." She sighed dreamily. "I just hope this does not end badly."

"What makes you say that?" Syusuke asked, his heart stopped for a moment and his stomach lurched. He set down his chopsticks and pushed his food away. He no longer felt like eating. As far as he was concerned, he was being held 'prisoner' to keep him safe and out of trouble. Anything else would be just that, something else. He could picture a dozen ways it could end badly. All of them ending with him dying. Or worse, Tezuka dying.

"Because, cherub, you are a demon, and he is affiliated and works with people who are trained to make sure creatures like you don't exist. Hiding you from his family, his affiliates, his friends; will prove to end badly." Noriko said.

Syusuke said nothing in response, simply got up and left the kitchens. Noriko was probably right. He stood in the hall, leaning against the wall. He'd wait for Tezuka to return. He closed his eyes and crossed his arms as he waited. He needn't get upset over the things Noriko just said, yet, he worried about the human.

"What are you doing out here?" Tezuka asked.

"I lost my appetite." Which wasn't a lie. Syusuke looked up and smiled at the guardian. "I'd love that bath now though," he said, which earned him a smirk. "Your face knows how to do something other than scowl!" He teased, giggling like a madman.

Tezuka shook his head, his lips twitching into a legitimate smile. "So it would seem," he said. Syusuke reached up, clawed fingers tracing his lips.

"It suits you. You should smile more often." The demon said in all earnest. "You have a very attractive smile," he added.

Grasping Syusuke's hand, Tezuka held it in place at his lips and kissed his fingertips. He trailed kisses down the slender fingers, over his palm, and to his wrist. The smaller brunette gasped. His dainty body trembling at his touch. He hummed. "Such a reaction..."

It was Syusuke's turn to hum. "It's your fault." he purred. Every kiss caused electric sensations to run through his body, lighting every nerve ablaze. It felt so wonderful.

"Is it?" Tezuka purred backing the demon against the wall. He stared at Syusuke's face, his face flushed pink. How could a demon be so sexy? Slender hands rested on his chest, Cerulean eyes stared up at him. The small demon nodded. "I suppose it is…" he leaned in, pressing a kiss to the top of Syusuke's head. "Let's get you cleaned up."

"O-okay."

Syusuke's room was decently sized with a bed, washing basin, a chabudai, several wardrobes and chests – one of which was the one from his cave. The room was dressed in heavy drapes and silk curtains. His bedding was silk and colored a beautiful sky blue and gold.

The demon laid in his bed trying to sleep, wearing a pale yellow yukata with his hair tied up in a high ponytail, his wings spread out over the bed as he tried to sleep on his stomach. It had been a few days since he woke. He ate all his meals with Tezuka, slept in his own bed, and when Tezuka was out doing his duties for the guardians he would be either helping with housework or reading.

With a frustrated groan, Syusuke sat up, folding his wings against his back. It was hard to sleep despite how comfortable his bed was or how tired he was. Perhaps he missed sleeping in his pelts? Or the dank must of his cave? Perhaps it was the fact that he resided in the home of a guardian who could kill him at any time. He was sure Tezuka was not going to kill him nor allow him to be killed. Crawling out of his bed, he left his room and wandered down the hall to Tezuka's room. He knocked gently on the door and after a moment he opened to door. "Kunimitsu…?"

Tezuka was sitting in bed, a book on his lap, but eyes focused to his late night guest. "Syusuke, what is it?"

"I can not sleep," Syusuke responded and stepped further into the room, closing the door behind him. "Is it alright if I join you?"

"Yeah." Tezuka nodded, moving his book to the side table and took off his glasses. "Come." He gestured to the empty side of his bed. He lifted the blankets as Syusuke approached, allowing him to slide in beside him. Once the demon was lying next to him, he dropped the blankets, covering him. He too laid down, on his side facing Syusuke. "What is keeping you awake?"

"I do not know," Syusuke responded. He laid facing the other brunette, his body pressed against the other's body, his head resting under Tezuka's chin. His hands rested against Tezuka bare chest and a large arm was draped over him. They snuggled close, breathing in each other's scents. It was not long before Syusuke felt himself dozing off in the warmth of Tezuka's arm and his spicy and musky scent. He could get used to this.

A/N: I am so happy that this being received so well already. I am enjoying this, and loving the freedom of the fantasy world. I just hope it is continued to be enjoyed!