Hicky: Hiya everyone! Oh, I bet you are all thinking I have a little relationship all planned out and I'm going to write all about it in this chapter. Well, those of you who I don't chat to all the time are only half right.

Trent: Yeah shrug so you'll have to read to see what the hell she's talking about.

Hicky: That you will! Oh how I love to make you think one thing and do something different!!!! MWAHAHAHA-

Trent: Or only slightly different.

Hicky: I have a few answers for sandra since I couldn't send her an e-mail.

1) There will be a sequel that starts when Battle City starts, or right before that.

2) How many chapters? I don't know... I never thought I'd have over 40 when I started....
3) Contempt is suppose to be what it is... it means, like, hate... For Dark toward Chaos.

4) Dark trusting Chaos... well, we'll see. If he does Chaos is not going to turn around and be a jerk again.

5) Chaos and Dark will never get together! Ever! And that goes for all you Dark/Celtic/Chaos wanters out there too. NO!

Trent: Oh, and people. If you don't mind.. could you maybe tell Hick here if you're a girl or a guy... there's a reason, but it's secret.... and you can e-mail her if you want to.... Some of you she does know though.

Hicky: Heh Nelara... like the title????

The Pipsqueak Mage

Chaos was still processing Dark's threat when Magi wheeled around on his heels. The older mage looked up. "Why did you want to stay for a while?" He asked as he sat in an armchair.

Magi sauntered over and sat on one arm of Chaos's chair. "I just wanted to, you know, hang out and stuff."

"Oh," Chaos said a little startled, catching the defiant change of tone in Magi's voice for that last word.

"So, when are you going to change out of that silly outfit?" Magi inquired, trying to sound polite.

"I, um… now," Chaos said as he quickly replaced the yellow clothes with something black and less tight-fitting.

"Do you remember, before, when I was talking about our village and all the stories about you?" Magi asked. "And of Dark," he added quickly.

"Yes, I remember you mentioning that..."

"Could I... um, tell you more about those things I heard?" Magi asked looking off in a random direction.

"If you'd like too..." Chaos wondered why Magi seemed so nervous. The slight tremble in his voice gave it away immediately.

"Well," Magi began. "I guess I started hearing them when I was still a kid, and by then you were already a man. Everyone talked about you, really, everyone. You were the pride and joy of our village, and the strongest mage since I don't even know when... Sure, Dark was up there too, but still didn't quite measure up to you."

Chaos sat and listened in a bit of astonishment. He hadn't ever traveled back to his village after he had left it, and he never heard any of this.

"And," Magi continued, "it only made me want to be as strong a mage as you. I trained before I even knew if I was going. At twelve, like you and Dark, I was deemed worthy enough to be a mage for the pharaoh. I was so excited... you were my idol, and I thought I'd finally get to meet you."

Chaos blinked, and was quite glad Magi was speaking indirectly to him. The young mages eyes rested on one of the desks instead of on any part of him. He opened his mouth to say something, although not exactly sure what, but closed it when Magi spoke again.

"But by then you weren't in the temple anymore," Magi said, sadness hidden deep in his word. "You had been placed in the palace already, and I couldn't ever go there, as I was forced to stay in the temple and its surrounding area."

Again Chaos was inclined to speak but again he stopped when Magi continued his story.

"But I heard even more stories about you in the temple." At this Chaos winced. He knew about these stories, vaguely. "I found out that my idol was supposedly breathtaking, and elegant, and....."

"Amazing in bed?" Chaos finally spoke, only to gain a nod from Magi, who was now acting much more the age that suited his body.

"Yeah.... that was said quite often... and sometimes with more detail... and I started to... um..." Magi now had a pale blush covering his cheeks. "I kinda... wanted you... in some way."

If Chaos hadn't been sitting down he would have fallen to the ground in shock. Even in his chair he slid out of it a bit and then quickly sat properly again. "You what?!"

Magi, deciding he was truly serious about what was going on in his mind, slid down off the arm of the chair and right into Chaos's lap. "And I still do..." Magi said, not daring to look into Chaos's eyes.

"But Magi..." Chaos's voice had defiantly become quieter. "I'm to old for you, I couldn-"

"No," Magi interrupted. "And... I don't want you to do anything...."

"Mag-"

"No Chaos! Please... just listen to me... I-I know I don't deserve to; I know I shouldn't; I know you probably think I'm just some star stuck child, but... I." Magi couldn't say what he wanted to. It was too hard to actually form the words. He thought, if he didn't ask, he wouldn't be turned down.

Chaos sat looking at the younger mage in his lap. He couldn't help but be touched, and he couldn't help but feel it was wrong. But he dared not voice his concern again, as Magi would probably tell him to 'shut up'. He was, however, rethinking the outfit he was now wearing. By loose, he meant very, very loose, and there were only two buttons at the very bottom, which were tucked into his pants. The shirt, otherwise, hung open on his chest.

Magi took one more long breath before his mind was completely set. He twisted around and focused his eyes on Chaos's blue skin. Slowly, he placed a hand against the older mages chest. When Chaos took in a sharp breath Magi hesitated, but when there was no request for him to stop, he moved his hand up and onto the ritual monster's shoulder; then looked up into his face.

If this is truly what Magi wanted to do, Chaos decided he would not stop him. Though, he did have some limits, many of which he was sure Magi would not cross. He rested both his arms on the arms of the chair and leaned back.

A smile formed momentarily on the young mages lips, but it soon disappeared. If he was going to be so privileged he swore he would do his best to show Chaos how he felt. He moved both his hands up and grasped the top of the chair, before lifting himself up so he could settle himself over the other mage's thighs. As he came down his body was only a few millimeters from Chaos's and he could feel the older mage's eyes on him. His heart was beating faster and he was doing everything he could to breath normally. His hands moved from the chair, once he was comfortable, and ran over Chaos's shoulders; then collarbone; then down his pecs where he rubbed his thumbs over the dark blue nipples.

Chaos tilted his head to the side slightly. He found that Magi didn't seem to look quite as young as he had the first time they had met. His touch was surprisingly mature.

Magi brought his face down and pressed his lips, ever so lightly, to Chaos's collarbone. He pulled away so his lips only touched the older mage's skin like a feather. Tilting his head to the side slightly, he could run his lips to Chaos's neck. Once there he kept his lips gentle, placing ghostly kissing here and there, moving his soft lips over the skin.

"Mmmm," Chaos sighed so quietly that much of it never escaped his throat. He tilted his head back, allowing Magi more skin to roam and telling him that he was doing a spectacular job.

The younger mage brought his head back and moved to the other side of Chaos's neck, cheek brushing against Chaos's jaw as he did. He started with moving his lips over the sensitive skin of the older mage's neck just as lightly as before. But after a few sighs and little moans from said mage, Magi decided to venture into little nips, and flicks of his tongue.

Chaos clutched at the arms of chair. He noticed that Magi's entire body was shuddering slightly. He couldn't believe that this was how Magi felt. It was hard to say exactly how he knew; maybe because they were both mages, he wasn't sure, but he could feel what Magi felt.

Magi had also noticed his body's reaction. He couldn't help but get utterly overwhelmed. The man he had admired and adored for more than five thousand years was moaning at the touches he was placing on his skin. He could barely control his actions and had long since surrendered to the beating of his heart against his chest. It was hard enough to keep himself from cumming in his pants, and it was getting harder.

When Magi started sucking on his neck Chaos got swept away in how skilled the young mage was. He questioned if he would ever find another that had this ability, or was it the emotion behind it? It danced through Chaos's mind; the want, and the loyalty, and the bliss. He could feel it all. It was only when he heard Magi's whimpering cry that he came back to reality and out of his thoughts.

With his head tucked in between Chaos's neck and shoulder, Magi mentally cursed himself for not being able to stop himself from release. He panted heavily as his entire body rested over Chaos's. His arms snaked under the older mage's shirt and around his back.

Chaos, slightly surprised, brought his arms up around Magi. "You know," he said quietly, but Magi cut him off.

"Yes," the young mage panted out. "I know it can't go past this... Nothing more... Thank you..."

"It was my pleasure," Chaos said, both to sound courteous and because it was the plain and simple truth.

After Magi's breathing was once again normal, as was his heart rate he clambered off of Chaos. "I should go... I made rather a mess of myself-"

"I could-"

"No, you needn't. I'm a mage too." With that Magi winked cutely and although only he knew, said mess had magically disappeared. "Now, I'll be taking my leave. Again, thank you." Magi turned and left.

Chaos watched as the door closed before drowning into his thoughts once more. To know someone had held so much admiration for him; to be someone's idol. It seemed to form a few steps out of his inner pit of despair, and Chaos quickly walked up them.

deet

"Dark! Will you please- let go will you!" Celtic wretched his arm out of the grasp of the fuming mage. He had already been dragged from Chaos's room to more than half way to Dark's.

Dark didn't look back but continued to storm towards his room. He was not please with what had happened. He wanted to smack Magi for turning Celtic into a toddler, had he meant to or not. He wanted to give Chaos a piece of his mind, just scream until he was content. And, back to Magi, wanting to plant another one on him for wanting to stay with that.... "ARG!" When he had reached his room he open the door with a furious snap of his fingers and then slammed it behind him.

Celtic stopped, cringing, the door only an inch from his face. He sighed, dropping his head slightly and opened the door. He closed it much more quietly and watched as Dark paced angrily.

"I can't believe that... and he... Chaos!... wanting to... I could just kill him!.... any relation of mine...." He stopped abruptly to thrust his arm at a very innocent chair, which promptly blew up. He snarled at the smoking remains and continued to pace.

"I was... going to sit... there," Celtic said as his eyes followed Dark's movement. When he could take no more of the mage's pointless rambling he marched over and scooped Dark up in his arms. "Stop it!"

Dark, snapping out of his ranting-mode immediately, looked up at Celtic. "I'm not happy," he stated.

"Well, no shit," Celtic said, giving Dark a stern look. "But blowing up chairs and ranting is not going to help that." Celtic walked over to a large chair and sat down, placing the mage on his lap. "Now, you tell me specifically what's bothering you so much."

"You were turned into a three year old!"

"I'm better now," Celtic said bluntly.

"Chaos took care of you!!! Chaos! I can't believe Magi would leave you wi-" Two fingers were held firmly on his lips.

"Yes, Chaos looked after me. As hard as it is for you to believe, he did a wonderful job. He fed me, clothed me, kept me clean and took me to see my friends. He did everything a mother would for their child, and he didn't need too."

Dark's eyes softened a little, but gained rage at the thought of Magi's last words. "And Magi's up there right now!"

"That was Magi's choice. You aren't his mother Dark, you're his cousin. You don't really get to say who he can and can't talk to-"

"You think they're talking?!" Dark asked, attempting to get up again.

Celtic curled over the mage and rested his elbows on his knees, keeping Dark from escaping. "I do not think they are doing what you obviously think they are."

"How can you say that?! It's Chaos!" Dark squirmed.

"And because of what you and Yami did he's a changed monster. He isn't going to ravish anyone that walks up to him... plus, if I had to worry about one of them... it would be Magi." Celtic thought back to the few moments before his had been chibified.

"Magi? Myyyy cousin? I don't think he woul-"

"Dark, you're cousin hit on me, I think he'd hit on Chaos if he had the chance."

"He WHAT?!" Dark screamed, forcing Celtic to cover his ears.

"Dark, you're mad, you aren't deaf... please, don't shout," Celtic uncovered one ear and looked down at the mage.

"I'm sorry, I just never knew he was so... Chaos-y."

Celtic shook his head. "He's a person, Dark, not an adjective. Come now, forget about things you have no control over. Focus on the things you do."

Dark smirked and somehow moved so that he was sitting on Celtic's lap and had the warrior's hands held behind his head. "Like you maybe?" Dark asked, leaning down to place a kiss on Celtic's smiling lips.

Hicky: There, done that... it's been bugging me for a while.

Seto: And I wrote the damned Magi/Chaos bit.

Hicky: I couldn't... it was... weird!

Seto: And so you make everyone read it.

Trent: Yeah she does, bucko!