Kanda, Allen, and Amber learn something special and make plans, all while the Earl is falling into his executioners plan himself. But any plan involving Nea never goes to plan, and he should know this by now.
As always I don't own DGRAYMAN or its characters. Full more in-depth disclaimers are at the beginning of like five or six of the chapters so I think I'm good enough to not have to keep putting them up. Enjoy the story!
~DGRAYMAN~
Family Matters
Chapter 11
Queen of Monsters, Fun Time Plans
~DGRAYMAN~
Everything ached on his body, every muscle screamed as he shifted. Muscles he didn't even know he had were screaming in protest and pain. It was like he had been thrown into multiple walls and clawed at for hours, his body healing his wounds before the claws could do too much damage. Everything fucking hurt.
'You need to wake up,' a faraway voice called out. 'You need to wake up boy!'
Wasn't he awake though? He hurt so much he couldn't be asleep.
'KANDA!' The voice screamed again, louder and closer this time. 'WAKE UP!'
Kanda's eyes shot open to find himself staring into dazed and scared silver eyes, two sets of trembling arms clinging to him in the dark place they were in. Before Kanda could say anything to the two smaller people clinging to him, the growls hit his ears.
"Calm down!" One thing growled out, its voice sounding much more like multiple men and women crying out. "Please! I brought them here to help our Queen!"
Screams and growls rang out, millions of pained voices ringing through. Allen had shoved his face into Kanda's chest, pulling Amber closer to him and Kanda's chests. Kanda wrapped his arms around them tighter, the black covering twitching as he shifted to hold them better.
"Calm down! They can save us!" The same thing growled out again, this time shifting backwards and bumping something against the black covering. "Listen to me! Fight the urge and listen to me!"
'You need to pull your wings tighter around you,' the voice in his head rang out again. 'You can't let them get closer to your family!'
Kanda groaned under his breath as the thing against the black covering pressed harder against it. Kanda didn't really question the dragon in his head, just thought of wings wrapped around his family, and watched in awe as the black covering shifted closer to them and wrapped around them tighter, Kanda feeling every movement as muscles in the wings before him shifted in protest.
'You need to relax your grip on your wings,' the voice rumbled soothingly, trying to calm Kanda down. 'You're going to break something before you have a chance to really use them.'
"Don't make me kill you all!" Came the sudden loud shout, the growls raising in volume afterwards.
Kanda pulled his family closer to him, shifting so his wings weren't so tight. 'He had WINGS!?'
'Worry about the wings later when your family isn't in danger of being ripped apart!' The voice shouted out, struggling to be heard over the ever-increasing screaming growls.
"I'm sorry my family," came the defeated sigh from in front of Kanda, and he instinctively held tighter, one hand moving down to where Mugen was attached to his hip.
Then the screams started, but instead of Kanda feeling pain, he heard the monsters surrounding them screaming in pain, heard the ripping of flesh, the snapping of bones, the blood splattering around the room, the sounds of blades dragging across the floor and then bodies slamming into the walls. Kanda could only hold Allen and Amber tighter to him, his wings fluttering around softly. He could hear the death cries, the sound of so many people crying for peace, and he had to fight not to vomit at the rotting smells coming from all around the room.
Then the room went silent.
"You can release your hold on your wings," the creature said, blades clicking their way back to them. "I won't hurt you."
Kanda struggled to actually listen to the creature, the one who had turned on its own family to protect them. He knew this monster, even if he didn't want to really think about the consequences of listening to him. But Kanda was growing tired, something was taking his energy and he had to stay awake, so he had to let go of the wings, stop making them fold around them.
"Your family is safe as long as I am here," the thing called out softly, all the mismatched voices finally coming together to form one voice, one that had a soothing effect. "Picture your wings hanging from your back, it's the best way to control them at the moment."
Kanda didn't want to really listen, he continued to struggle to pull his wings back until he felt a soft hand on his cheek. Looking down at the soft and loving silver eyes, trust shining through, Kanda felt himself relaxing as his Moyashi gently ran his other hand over the taut muscles beside the wing. He shivered as he felt a smaller hand start giving the same treatment to his other side, and slowly the wings retracted and folded themselves against his back.
When the wings were finally pulled back, Kanda slowly released his hold on Allen and Amber, his muscles protesting the movement. Allen and Amber were quick to remove themselves from Kanda's lap, carefully helping Kanda stand and stretch out the abused muscles.
"I apologize for my family's actions towards you," came the voice from in front of Kanda.
Allen and Amber jumped and turned around quickly, Allen wincing slightly as he put more pressure on his still untended burned leg. Sitting calmly before them, surrounded by the ripped and torn and hardly recognizable bloody corpses, was the monster that had tried to take Allen away, that had attacked Kanda and his group, and had tried to plant doubts in Kanda's head. All five small eyes focused on Kanda, the larger two on its arms looking at Allen and Amber.
"What do you want?" Kanda growled out, his wings opening slightly to keep him upright.
"I'm sorry," The creature said again. "I didn't mean to let them get out before you guys had reached the Queen's chambers."
"What Queen?" Allen asked, lifting his hand to cover his eye. Kanda raised a brow at that sightly then shrugged it off. Whatever works to keep his eye unactivated right?
"Our Queen," the thing started, waving at the bloody and ruined corpses of those around him. "Is the one that the fat man himself worked on. He had ruined her. Our pure Queen was turned into a breeding ground to let that fat man keep getting these mutilated and twisted bodies. We were a pet project that he deemed a failure. He tried to make us super soldiers for the war he was raging to destroy humanity. But we didn't merge with his current weapons properly, our bodies degrading and turning to dust months after we were merged. He tried to merge us in the womb, and though we aren't degrading after a few months, our bodies never healed from attacks, in fact, hit the weaker ones just right and they explode."
Kanda groaned at that, he had seen that exact thing in person, Lena had gotten splattered with the guts of a monster Lavi had destroyed too close to her.
"Our Queen suffers," the monster continued. "She doesn't degrade like us, she doesn't age like we do. She can't leave her chambers. She is attached to something we can't touch, to touch it is to destroy us completely."
"You said the Moyashi was your salvation," Kanda groaned out. Just how badly did he get hurt if everything burns just talking? "Explain it."
"He is the only one around who was able to destroy the sister to this egg our Queen is attached to."
"An Akuma Egg," Allen whispered out, his eye widening in shock. "Take us to your Queen once our friends get here. Once I attack the Egg it will turn all of your remaining family, and even yourself, against me, and I can't destroy it and help your Queen if I'm being attacked by all sides without backup."
The creature before them nodded and wandered away into a hole in the wall. "Rest. I will find your friends and bring them here."
~DGRAYMAN~
He stepped back and smirked up at his latest message for the Earl. He had to make sure Nea saw each one of these when he was done his work here. The red flush, the studders, the embarrassment and rage flashing through his eyes, it was a turn on just imagining Nea's reactions.
Speaking of Nea, he was going to have to grab the man soon to put the last piece in place for his plan to work.
"Castela," he began, his voice bouncing through the room, and he frowned at how he sounded more gruff and heavy then he normally was. "I'm gonna need you to drop Nea here with me momentarily. I won't let anyone harm him while he's with me."
He walked towards the throne chair, smirking as he plopped himself down in it, crossing his legs and picking up the glass and bottle on the table he had put there earlier. He wanted Nea smashed for what he was about to do, cause Nea had so many issues with the Earl he wouldn't be able to do his part of the plan sober. And no sooner had he finished thinking that did Nea fall from the ceiling and lab in his lap.
"Good evening, Nea," He purred, wrapping one arm around Nea and offering him the glass silently. "Care for a drink?"
"What the hell Cross?!" Nea cried out after a second, his face going from confused to shocked to angry. Cross smirked, letting the hand on Nea's hip be loose but also tight so as Nea started struggling, he could feel the muscles underneath.
"Sorry about this," Cross sighed out, lifting the glass to Nea's lips, the smirk and tone letting Nea know Cross wasn't actually sorry about it in the slightest. "But if you want the fat ass out of your land I needed you for the last piece of my plan. I know how you feel about him, but I need you to be in the same room as him. Just relax and drink with me until he gets here."
Nea frowned and stopped struggling, pushing the glass away from his lips and taking it in his hand. "You know I don't do alcohol Cross. Especially with you around. Last time you took me drinking, if Mana wasn't with us you would have made me do things I didn't want to do. I don't need that kind of blackmail on me."
"No camera," Cross chuckled out, guiding Nea's hand holding the glass to his lips, making sure to keep eye contact and a strong grip on Nea's hip to keep him in place, as he made Nea tip the contents of the drink into his mouth. The flush and eyes darting to his lips and throat made Cross smirk again, as he let Nea take the empty glass away. "Promise, the only ones to see you drunk will be me, Castela, and the Earl. And the Earl will only see you drunk long enough for him to get pissed off and not thinking straight for my bullets to tear through him."
Nea frowned, clearly weighing the options he had in this, and Cross filled the glass with more wine. While Nea was still thinking, Cross brought the glass up to Nea's lips and tipped it, Nea unthinkingly starting to drink the wine, before his eyes snapped down to the glass and he tried to pull away, only to be stopped by the hand Cross had brought up to hold his head in place. Once the drink was empty and Cross sure Nea had swallowed every drop, only then did he bring the glass away watching as Nea frowned down at him, the light flush on his cheeks proving Nea was still a lightweight.
No matter, one more glass of wine in Nea and he'd be more willing to participate, an intoxicated Nea was always a thrill to be around. Any added glasses were just going to get Cross more of what he actually wanted then what he needed for his plan.
"What exactly is this plan of yours, Cross?" Nea asked, fluttering his eyes and frowning as he tried to focus on Cross. "Why do I feel so unbalanced already? What the hell is in that wine?"
"The wine is my strongest brand," Cross purred out, enjoying the way Nea's body shivered in his arms. "You're still going to be a lightweight compared to my strongest wine, Nea. And my plan is to use the Earls's obvious lust for you to make him lose his mind enough to not pay attention to his surroundings. But for that to happen, you need to act as if we are together, cling to me, kiss me, things lovers do."
Nea looked way too horrified and cognizant for the plan to work, Cross decided, then took the full glass and in a single go, he had the contents of the glass resting in his mouth. Nea would fight the glass, would be more on guard to prevent the glass from getting close to his lips, so Cross drank while Nea opened his mouth to say something, only to find his mouth being plundered by Cross', the wine sliding down Nea's throat and chin in the sloppy kiss Nea was struggling now to get out of.
Cross let him go, settled back into the throne and watched as Nea wiped his chin and coughed, his eyes glazing over as his body worked quickly on absorbing the alcohol Cross had forced him to drink. When Nea looked at Cross again, his eyes were glazed over, his breathing was irregular, and his heart rate erratic. Nea was drunk, and he was excited.
Cross pulled Nea closer so they were chest to chest, took the glass from Nea's slackened grip, and moved so he could whisper into Nea's ear. "If it makes this easier for you, pretend I'm the one you want to be doing these things too."
Nea shivered, his breath catching in his throat before Cross nipped right behind the ear he had just whispered into. Nea collapsed against him, pushing himself closer, and then he was lost to the pleasured haze taking over in his drunken state.
Cross knew he probably had very little time left before the Earl entered the room, but he also knew Mana would never forgive him if he took the younger while he was too drunk to fight or consent, but he wanted to explore the body before him, had to taste Nea's flesh for himself, even if he could never touch Nea again after this.
Shifting them so Nea was seated in the throne chair, Cross moved to kneel between Nea's legs, his hands pulling Nea's shirt off of his body to throw it off to the side, then leaned back to look at the angelic sight before him.
Nea, his skin darkened as he called upon the Noah memories, or was too intoxicated to hold them back, was flushed, his chest an unmarked canvas for Cross to explore and touch, his head tilted sideways, his neck stretched and exposed for exploration as well. It was hot, it was sexy, and it was everything Cross could ever want.
"D-don't stare," Nea mumbled out, his left hand moving to try to pull Cross back to him. "I-if you want this to work, t-touch me."
Cross blinked, then smirked. "Of course." He reached over to the wine bottle and brought the bottle right to his lips, taking a swig right from the bottle, before he pulled Nea down to kiss him, letting the wine spill down their chins and into their throats, and if Nea's hands holding tighter to his shirt during the kiss was any indication the alcohol was taking effect once again. He forgot that Nea was able to recover faster while the memories were called upon, no matter, he had an entire bottle ready to make Nea drink to keep him compliant.
When Cross broke the kiss, he made a shocked gasp as Nea instantly went to lick and suck the wine off of Cross' chin and neck, his hands moving to undo Cross' shirt. Cross helped him, cause fuck this. He was going to get as much out of this as possible, and if he wasn't kicked out of the kingdom when this was over, he was going to make Nea fall for him and be his.
Once Cross' shirt was thrown in the same direction of Nea's, Nea slid from the seat to plop himself in Cross' lap, his hands running over Cross' chest and over his arms, his hips moving to grind himself against Cross. Cross just about lost it, his hands ran across Nea's exposed skin, playing with every spot that made Nea gasp and moan, as he let the man on him grind away.
'Tell me, God, if you're real, can this angelic man in my arms ever love me the way I love him?'
~DGRAYMAN~
Nea knew he was tipsy, knew the wine Cross had given him was making his brain fuzzy, but this man, this monster, this hot god, was touching him, kissing him, making him feel things he shouldn't for this debt racking, apprentice abusing, vanishing man. Fuck but Nea couldn't help it. He didn't think he would ever be able to feel like this with another again, his body felt so alive, so loved!
He knew he was moaning and gasping like a whore by now, thanks to the alcohol, but Nea didn't even mind anymore, couldn't mind the sounds he was making, as the god he was in the lap of gripped his ass and pulled him closer, and Nea blanked.
By the time he came back to himself, Cross had shifted them so Nea was straddling him once again in the throne chair, and fuck he would never be able to look at this damn thing without remembering what Cross was doing.
Nea was losing his mind, he could feel just how hard Cross was under him, and god those pants had to be so uncomfortable for Cross. But on top of it all, Nea couldn't stop the gasps and moans as Cross basically worshipped his chest, his tongue and mouth working together to tease and nip every part he could reach, and Nea was eager to give him more skin to work his magic touch on. Nea whimpered as Cross pulled away and rested his head against Nea's.
"Fuck Nea," Cross panted out, his eyes darker and filled with lust. "This might have been a horrible idea."
Nea blinked, pulled back to look at Cross who leaned back against the chair, and laughed. "Only you would start something like this and get all hot and bothered and realize you can't actually touch the goods you want to."
Cross' eyes widened and his mouth opened to say something, until Nea smiled and leaned forward, before slowly licking his way up Cross's neck going from shoulder to jawline, then back down and up again, his hands shifting to unbutton Cross' pants.
"Nea stop," Cross groaned out, one of his hands reaching up to grab Nea's head and still it, the other to stop the hand unzipping his pants. "If you keep this up, I'm going to lose control and force myself on you."
Nea shivered, his Noah memories shivered, the promise in those words, the idea of being taken by the man under him, Nea didn't know how he could want anything else at the moment.
"Then I don't think I'll stop," Nea whispered out, rolling his hips forward, moaning as he rubbed against the erection still trapped in Cross' damned pants. "Fuck Cross, I don't think I have ever wanted anything as bad as I want you."
"CROSS MARIAN! HOW DARE YOU DEFILE MY NEA!"
Nea froze, his body stiff as a board. Cross pulled him closer, wrapped an arm around him lazily and grinned.
"Why hello, Millenium Earl," Cross said, his voice still rough with desire. "I don't see a claim mark on Nea, so I don't see how he's yours. If anything, Nea is mine."
And there went Nea's brain, short-circuiting and trying to figure out what the hell was happening, before he said fuck it, released his Noah Memories so he could feel the full effects of the alcohol and decided whatever Cross was doing had better be worth it, because if he woke up with a hangover naked in the Earls bed, Cross was going to find himself revived only to be killed again.
"Get rid of the interruption fast," Nea heard himself say, loud enough for the fuming Earl to hear. "And I'll gladly strip naked and let you take me right here on this chair. Mana won't mind as long as he is never told."
And then Nea passed out, curled against Cross' chest, hands resting on the strong chest of the man he trusted with his life.
~DGRAYMAN~
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