Duo hissed softly and arched his back away from Hiro's careful hands, which had been roaming over the sore, exposed flesh on his back. He wouldn't, and couldn't bring himself to groan in the presence of that damnable angel, even if every feather soft touch sent small yet persistent waves of pain through his body. His hands gripped desperately at his long, chestnut braid as he bit his bottom lip in order to silence himself. He knew full well that he was currently being tortured by the aftermath of what could have possibly been one of the worst beatings he had ever received at the hands of guards. Normally, he'd just implode them all upon themselves with a flick of the wrist, but this time was different. He was no longer regarded as a petty thief as he had been during all other incarcerations. No... Now he was in the big times, and all for some ancient weapon he'd stolen, had he finally gained the fame he deserved. But through the gain, he had also received pain, at which he was currently trying to endure. And why the hell are you doing this, again..? He managed to breathe, before giving another faint wince.

Hiro frowned, wrapping a strong arm around the small demon's slim waist, and pulled him back towards him. he said monotonously, oblivious to the effect of his hands. If we're going to fight some ancient source of evil, or whatever the hell it is that's causing all these problems, I don't want my... Partner being in anything but perfect health, he said sternly, and continued to rub oils and ointments on the pale boy's wounded back, at which Duo gave a barely noticeable shiver. If you'd stop moving so much, this wouldn't take as long. It's okay if it hurts, you don't have to hide anything from me. Besides that, it's so easy to tell. You can lay down on your stomach, if you'd like. It might be less painful if you were able to just relax, instead of tensing every time I touch you. And speaking of touch, the angel found himself enjoying his said task far more than he felt he should be. Every time he went back to reapply a medicine to an opened or healing wound, his fingers seemed to always linger at the soft, smooth and unmarred skin on his back.

It doesn't hurt! Duo gritted through clenched teeth. Who the hell was this guy, treating him like a child? At a chuckle from the taller boy, he instantly spun around and lunged at him. He was not going to be treated like... He was just something to be used for amusement! He growled furiously at Hiro, who had caught both of his slender wrists, and by them held him rather successfully at bay. He was surprised, though, that the angel didn't seem at all amused by his actions as he thought he'd be. Instead, his persian blue eyes were clouded in frustration, and his mouth set in a thin line of disappointment. The violet-eyed boy had still been struggling violently against the others grip until a particularly sudden movement shot irrepressible pain up his back, and he went completely lax at the sensation, a stifled moan escaping his lips. he murmured softly, closing his eyes, and all but leaning on the other's hold. It did hurt...

Hiro took the opportunity of Duo's lithe form to lay him down on his stomach on the bed they were both sitting on. Currently, they were in one of the dorm rooms of a private high school, somewhere they'd be playing incognito' for a while. The school did in fact seem to be the physical center of the ring of misfortune. He had always found the social skills involved in events such as high school to be completely ridiculous, but he was here none the less. He was here, and so was Duo, at whom he continued to frown. he mused, returning to his work, though a hint of awe could be faintly made out in his words. I suppose they got you pretty well, huh, demon? he asked softly. And what the hell kind of whip did they use on you..? This looks horrible... What was it exactly that you did to deserve... Whatever this is?

The little demon just gave a bitter, cynical laugh, quickly followed by a sharp intake of breath, as he gritted his teeth against the pain. Not that it's any of your business, but I've been stealing things for years. And not just... Things. Priceless demon artifacts, and that just pissed people off. I really did myself in with the last thing that I stole... He paused for a moment, and meaningfully clenched his right fist and pulled it under his chest protectively. A twisted, pained smile fluttered across his lips. The only thing they never managed to recover. As soon as they caught me, they whipped me. The first few times... They used a whip with barbed wire at one end, so they had to tear it out after every lash. His frail body shook again, as he half laughed, half sobbed once more, and buried his face in the pillows beneath him. Where the hell are we, any how..? He finally managed to breathe.

The angel blandly wondered how he would be able to break the news to him. Not where they were, so much, as what would be required of him. We're in a dorm at a high school. It's sort of like a boarding school, I guess... This is your room. I enrolled us both, complete records and all, he said monotonously, beginning to put the caps back on some of the oils and ointments, having finished applying them. I'm Hiro Yuy, a senior, and you're... He paused, putting the bottles down on the floor next to the bed, still unsure of what the smaller boy's reaction might be. You're registered as a junior... A female junior.

Hiro was quick to again grab Duo's wrist as he lunged at him for the second time, his left hand less than inches away from clawing at the tanned skin of the taller boy's face. I am not fucking going to be a girl! He screamed, violently trying to twist his hand away from the iron grip, though Hiro noticed he never once made a move with his right hand, which he still kept cradled against his chest.

Why not? Hiro asked, though his gaze fell on the overprotected hand. What was he hiding..? You're pretty enough, He said, finally returning his gaze to that ironically angelic face, now flushed a deep crimson. Besides, we don't know if our trouble maker is male or female, so we may just have a better chance of getting all of this done sooner if you would masquerade as a girl... Hn, that's what I thought, he said as the glare from the other faltered, and violet eyes fell to looking down at the bed. He let go of Duo's wrist, which just fell limp at his side. Carefully, but quickly, Hiro grabbed his other hand, and held it in both of his, examining it closely. He just had to be protecting it for some reason, no matter how strange or insignificant it might prove to be. And what's this? He asked, regarding a scar at the center of the pale, slim palm.

He only replied by scowling, and once again trying to wrench away his hand. It's not any of your damn business! he said, clenching his fist to try to cover up the mark. It's just a mark! Let go of me! Hiro just looked at him and his hand, seeming to have no trouble with his fighting. I said let go of me! Or, I'll kill you! I'm still going to kill you! Let me go! Duo yelled, pushing away from him with his other hand. Hiro hadn't known it would happen, but at the same time, he had given up on Duo, and let go of his wrists. With both the momentum of pushing himself, and the loss of Hiro's hold, Duo fell backwards off of the bed, his back being what broke his fall. His eyes instantly watered in pain, but he didn't make any noise.

Oh, God, I'm sorry! Hiro said urgently, leaning over the bed. I didn't know you'd do that, I didn't mean for you to fall. When Duo didn't even dignify him with an answer, he leaned down and carefully put one hand under the back of his neck, and slid the other behind the small of his back, pulling him gently back up on the bed, and into his lap. Duo didn't move, but Hiro could feel his whole body tensing at the touch. Nnn... Damn. Look what happened, he sighed in exasperation, looking down at Duo's back. Some of the wounds are reopened... You're bleeding again... Hiro looked around helplessly for something to wipe the blood off with, but everything he had previously used was now on the floor, and he didn't want to risk dropping Duo again.

Having nothing else to clean him with, the angel did something that really satisfied his own cravings rather than the petite demon's hygienic needs. He leaned down and slowly ran his tongue down Duo's back, lapping up the newly spilt blood. The long haired boy only gave a choked gasp, and arched his back away from the warm, wet touch, but was held back by the taller, stronger boy. He could only grit his teeth as the damnable angel defiled' him, taking his sweet time about it too. Duo, though he felt exceptionally weak, would have fought back had it not been for two reasons. One, he wasn't quite sure he was currently capable of moving fast enough and efficiently enough to deal more damage to Hiro than he would on himself, and two... He was sure that going physically against the angel would have some nasty effects for him. Thinking his Queen wouldn't have cursed him to obey this sick, heavenly creature would have simply been complete idiocy.

S-stop... Touching me..! He nearly sobbed as he finally managed to twist free, though pain shot up his back in flashes as he did so. Had the pretty little demon not been so terribly injured, Hiro would have certainly considered throwing him down on the bed and having his way with him right then. At least... That's what he thought he'd like to do. Though he wasn't sure if he could be so cruel as to rape the poor, tattered creature. Duo had pulled away from him, and was currently cowering unhappily on the farthest corner of the large bed. Hiro wasn't sure what to make of him; he wasn't sure how to treat him. Should he pity him, or scoff at his impotence? Should he be kind, or cruel? The tanned angel really just wanted to do both...

Unprovoked, he grabbed a very surprised, very indignant Duo by the wrist and a handful of hair, and shoved him against the headboard of the bed rather unceremoniously, receiving a small groan from the young demon who, by this time, was just too damn tired to hide his pain and fear. And while Hiro bound his wrists to the headboard, he did so in such a way as to not harm his back, leaving Duo able only to lay on his stomach. Duo didn't even bother to ask what he was doing; he was sure he knew... He'd seen lust in those frightening persian depths the first moment their eyes had met. But rather than feel the sickening touch of the angels strong hands on him again, he felt the weight of the other lifted from the bed, and glared at the damnable child of light over his shoulder.

He had entirely expected to see a smirk painted upon his dark features, but was remotely surprised to find that his expression was otherwise -a slight frown, yet mostly impassive. I'm not about to stay with you until morning, but I wouldn't have you escape from me during the night, now would I..? he asked, resting his hands on his hips at the indignant huff Duo gave him. Besides, even if you didn't try to escape, brooding as you do, I'm sure you'd hurt yourself if I didn't have some means of keeping you off of your back all night. He smiled a bit at the vague implications his statement could have, and Duo's glare intensified. Had Hiro been mortal, the look would have been enough to kill... He pouted a bit at Duo's attitude, and then finally gave the smirk the braided boy had anticipated in the first place. Don't worry, they're enchanted. They'll be off of you by morning.

Duo refused to dignify him with a response, and instead buried his face as far in his pillow as he could, a very obvious attempt to drown out the other's aggravating voice. I really do hate to do this to you, Hiro said with utmost sincerity, though it was not Duo's current position on the bed that he was referring to. But I trust you'll be smart enough to dress accordingly tomorrow. I suppose you don't have to wear a dress, but playing the part of a female in itself can be rather undignifying, I'm sure. So, I'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning, then, he said with a smile, walking over to the large armoire in Duo's room. I'll be looking forwards to it.

The lithe little god of death' only sneered as his much-loathed accomplice disappeared into the armoire and closed the door behind him, going through what Duo assumed to be a portal to their room. Of all the bastardly things to do... First he was expected to play the part of an abominable female, only to find out that his one place of reprieve had already been compromised to meet the other's whims. He sighed and went as completely lax as his restraints would allow, and entirely gave up anything favorable happening to him for a very long, long time... But slowly, a smile began to creep over his lips, and he clenched his scarred fist shut tight. he whispered to himself softly. Very, very soon...

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Um... Yes, it took me a bit to finally update this, but now that I've finally gotten back into it, it will progress much, much faster. I was bribed into doing this, so it had better be good... Fan fics aren't' really my thing, I guess, so sorry if they're too OOC for some people. They'll eventually revert to their more characteristic personalities once they get to know each other better, except for Hiro, who is always a bit happier than on the show, even if it's at the cost of other people's misfortunes (mainly Duo).

Anyway, in case you couldn't tell in the last chapter, Satan' -basically- was meant to be Maremia. Yes, odd is it not..? I'd appreciate input, and... Hopefully the next chapter will be up soon (and hopefully it will also be longer). I'll get started right now. Oh wait, two more apologies... Sorry, I rushed through this and yet again did not read over it, and so far the story is terribly clichéd. Oh well...