Seducing a Demon
Animage: Hey Hey; I'm back!
AnimeBoi: -- and my, aren't we ENTHUSED.
Animage: Yeah; we sure are! ……….oo………--…..You don't have to be sarcastic…….
AnimeBoi: sweat drop Bit slow on the up-keep, aren't we?
Animage: Shut up! Meany! Any how…I know I said it'd be Leon and Ashton; but I can't quite get Ashton into the pedophile-ing mood…..So I think the other boys will show up too! And yes, the girls of Star Ocean will pop up, just not quite yet. Not all of them, at least, but a few will.
AnimeBoi: and now you've gotten chatty. Isn't there something ELSE you'd like to tell our audience while you're at it?
Animage: Oh...lol….yeah; I forgot. gets on knees and bows, forehead on the floor SUMIMASEN! I'm so sorry about last chapter! Not only am I taking forever on updating and posting this one, but the end notes were all smushed together, AND I invited everyone to my pity party because of such a childish reason as glasses (which I love now)! So; I'm going to have someone edit everything before I post it so that won't happen again!
AnimeBoi: Good.
Animage: I'll also be editing those chapters I screwed up on, so future readers won't have trouble reading it.
AnimeBoi: Well Ani, let's get this show on the road.
Animage: Yessum, Anim!
(Yukimi's P.O.V.)
What strange hosts we have here. I was a bit alarmed when Hashi-chan told us about him, but he seems rather pleasant. So…that is our young master, Riku. His boyfriend seems so…….what's the word……pedophile-y………Is pedophile-y a word…? Hmmm……Wish I had brought my dictionary…….I don't think it is…..hmm……Ah well.
I set Ashton down on a soft looking comforter, and guided Leon into a chair. Poor dear. He's so precocious outside, but regardless of how level-headed he seems, he is only a twelve year old boy. Who knows what he's really thinking. I hand him a handkerchief. His look is calculating as he glances at the ceiling in the room. He's such a curious little kitten. I tuck Ashton into the covers of his new bed, careful to remove his boots and cloak. Gyoro and Ururun creep up the covers and lay coiled on the pillow on either side of Ashton's head. I removed them from Ashton a few weeks ago. He still isn't quite used to not having the extra weight there. They now have there own bodies; but still cling to Ashton's shoulders when traveling, so he's not as off-balance as he would be without them. I'm almost jealous that he has their company. I wish my sisters would be…..
Ashton is startled awake by a firm pounding noise in the next room over, and Leon's face darkens over. His child like face shows no childish joy or his usual elegant arrogance; only…empty….. He misses someone. Someone very dear. His mother? His Father? Or possibly…….a love? I smile gently and lay my hand on his head, trying to re-assure him as well as I could with out using words. I brush his hair out of his face as I check to see if he's stopped bleeding, and being satisfied, turn to go the kitchen to grab a drink for the newly conscious Ashton.
(Ashton's P.O.V.)
Hot…..So hot! I can feel my body tingle with the heat licking at my skin. The cloth of my robe slides off of my overly feverish limbs. Soft kisses rain down on my jaw line and along my neck as large, calloused hands touch and caress my already sensitized skin. My name is murmured as my lover presses his lips against my throat. How natural this all feels; as if it's been done a thousand times before. How familiar this feeling; as though I could name it. But so glorious, I could not in a million years derive a title fit for this. This moment, this warmth, this passion; it's all too much!
I let loose a strangled hybrid of a gasp and a moan as my chest was ravaged by a hungry mouth. That sweet mouth moved again up wards to my neck, and bit lovingly into my collar bone. The burn was soothed by my lover's course tongue. I press closer to him, needing to be closer, so close I can feel him in my veins.
My lover planted a gentle kiss to my chest, and my hands went to his shoulders, urging him to continue on his decent. He lapped at my collar like a cat going from the tip to my shoulder, then nipping firmly, and soothing the mark gently. The process was repeated several times until I reduced myself to begging for it.
"Please….Oh, please…" My voice is breathy and wonton in my own ears. I could only last this wonderful torment for so long! I could feel him smirk as he slid over my chest again. He knows how sensitive my skin is, and how to reduce me to nothing but a bundle of over sensitized nerves. How we both love it.
He complies, but slowly, to prolong this sweet torment as long as he can. I moan in irritation, and tangle my fingers in his hair before crying out at the sudden heat that envelopes me. I'm distracted successfully from his fingers pushing into me slowly, almost teasingly as I'm prepped.
"God…Nnn….so good…Ahh-…." I know I must sound ridiculous, my voice reaching such heights and volumes, but I can't bring myself to care. I'm too far gone, too lost to notice he's done, but growl in frustration when I discover his mouth is gone. He quiets me, gently pressing his lips against mine as he pushes forward.
"Ah---!" My head snaps to the side and breaks his kisses as I lay there, gasping, my jaw hung open and me unable to utter a single cry or protest. Good God! The pain is so intense, I can barely make out the words of gentle encouragement he's whispering as I'm held completely still. I find myself focusing solely on his words, his voice, his heat as I relax slowly under him. I feel him smile as he kisses my temples then grazes his lips against mine. In the back of my mind, this same old familiarization is sparked, and I know this isn't the first time he's seen me like this; needy and begging for release, this heady with guilty passion, perfect pink lips bruised by rough kisses and begging for more as tears run down my cheeks.
My hips move of their own accord; I don't even think as I grind down onto my lover, sucking on the hollow of his throat. Trea; how long have I needed this? All my emotions are focused purely on this person and this moment. I want to stay here in this warmth, this comfort, this pleasure that seems so pure despite the animalistic and crude implications of this seemingly taboo act. I don't care if we're men, if we're at risk of waking the innocent boy next door, or that one of our party could walk in at any time. I want this; and damned if I'm gonna let social acceptance get in my way!
I push back as he thrusts forward, grunting from the force. It's hard, it's rough, and I'm so focused on the pleasure, I've almost gone numb. I can't help the stifled, incoherent wails the escape from behind my fist. I'm climbing, higher and higher and the air is so thin up here, I can hardly breathe.
I know my lover's almost reached his peak; his thrusts have lost rhythm and are almost spastic in their urgency. He grasps my shaft and pumps once, twice, before I'm undone and sent spiraling into the abyss of heat and twisted oblivion.
As the sharp waves of pleasure ease, I'm vaguely aware of the strong arms holding me close, and those deep blue eyes glancing down at me lovingly. I smile lazily as I realize I'm the only one who may ever see these eyes so warm. They seem so cold when we're with the others and on the field. We've been waiting for this hotel for a long while…..
I'm drifting off, snuggled close and feeling more cherished than I can ever remember being.
An unfamiliar ceiling swims into view as I regain consciousness. No surprise, we're always in a different hotel…..
I shot up from my bed, glancing around wildly. I spot Leon sitting in the corner chair and felt my body go limp. What a strange dream I've had! I'm suddenly laughing hysterically. I can't help it; the enormity of that dream's left me a bit shaken. He eyes me wearily, unsure weather it's safe to approach or not. I can't say I blame him; though seeing me this off kilter shouldn't be too unusual. I'm still giggling slightly, and my body's shaking eases as I look at him and explain my bizarre behavior.
"Leon, thank god! I've had a rather strange dream. We'd just finished off the last of the ten wise men, and gotten Expel right where it should be, when the planet just erupts into chaos! Spots of darkness just appeared, and were spreading rapidly, swallowing everything until the entire globe was covered! Only you and I had landed in a weird town with all sorts of different people who said that's how they'd gotten there as well. We had met up with these two girls, Hashiro and-"
My rapid explanation was cut off by someone entering the room and by their silence, I'd assumed Diaz. But as I turned, I found it was only….
"Yukimi……" The Reality of what I'd just been explaining hit me suddenly, and I could feel every second of the time we'd been alone since the accident bearing down on my shoulders. I glanced at Leon and witnessed the same cold, depressed mask I must be wearing as well. 'Good God,' I can suddenly feel my temples throbbing. A self inflicted migraine; I haven't had once since I first realized I'd gotten my self possessed by Gyoro and Ururun. 'I've probably made Leon relive every minute of those last moments on Energy Neade.'
Yukimi puts a glass of water by my bed and I gulp the glass down, suddenly finding it isn't water; but vodka. Goodie; score one for the old stupidity bank. My head swims again as the liquor hits my system. I'm mildly woozy from the potency of it, but I can think clear enough to notice Leon standing beside my bed, looking up at me. A glance at him and at the look of pure sorrow and despair on his young face, my subconscious is served another hard blow of remorse.
"Ashton…." his voice is uncertain and he seems quite shy. I can't fault him for that, either. We never talked much even before this all happened. I simply never thought of myself as included in his little makeshift 'family' of himself, Claude, and Rena. If I had been I'd have probably been his weird third aunt's niece's cousin's uncle twice removed.
(Ah, I can see it now:
Stranger: who's that with the dragons on his back, that's worshiping the barrels at the pier…….?
Leon: Oh don't mind him; that's just crazy Uncle Ashton.
Ah, the love of a nephew. I honestly hope I never experience it.)
"Yes?" I answer back slowly, the alcohol making me sluggish. He seemed wary of me, but set a determined look on his face as he scolded me.
"What were you doing, drinking that whole thing in one gulp? One would think you were becoming a drunkard the way you just chugged it all down!" He crawled on to the bed, under the covers, and curled up next to me. We sat in a mildly comfortable silence. "Ashton….Will Onii-chan Claude and Onee-san Rena be okay?" The unexpected question caught me off guard.
"W-well…Hm…" Leon looked up at me fearfully, knowing I'd tell him 'Of course they will,' even if I didn't think they had a hope in hell. But they do, I know they do; those two have gotten out of worse scrapes than this; as has Diaz. I smiled gently, suddenly feeling quite tender towards him, and ran my fingers through his soft strands of cerulean hair as I answered.
"Don't worry; they'll return to you soon, Leon." He nodded, seeming only half satisfied with my answer. "They'll be alright." He looked pained and wistful for a moment before whispering.
"Yes………But will Jean?
Animage: …And thus; my grand return is started!
AnimeBoi: Your modesty is reaching so many dimensions; it's one-dimensional all over again.
Animage: …….Was that a compliment?
AnimeBoi: NO.
Animage: …….sticks out tongue Well you can go without pixi-stix, now can't you?
AnimeBoi: OO. NO!
Animage: Well, next chapter is when the story's plot starts to surface. It's kind of confusing at first….at least for me…I need to fix some kinks in it. Also; I've made Yukimi mute for a reason….I just don't know what it is yet…or maybe I do and I haven't told myself XD. See j00 in Chap.7 ( I hope!)