A/N: HELLO! it's liekk, 1 am! (does that still count as a weekly upload?) SORRRYYYYY! the point is that it's finally done (yis, dis chapter izz too long for my liking) but i couldn't shorten it cuz it would become so draggyy.. anyway, i was literally planning (before) not to post a new chapter unless i'm two chapters ahead, but NOOO i had to change stuff and now i'm liek ugh, no more stock :P
PS: did i say RanTaku and RanMasa in the last chapter? i meant in this chapter HAHAH XD (it's just extremely squinty though)
anyway, enough of my boring talk and ENJOY!1 (WARNING THERE IS MORE TOUCHY TACHY HERE)
Disclaimer : (HAHAH SO LATE i just got paranoid cuz all the writers were doing it and i wasn't) i don't own InaGo or IE.
KYOTEN CRAP 9
Once the Blade brothers enter the gates of the Fontana Luna Futuristica, they see the others already in a formation while Skie is at the front teaching them. They descend the stairs, and they are all in their positions.
"Okay, so the first few steps are these," Skie says as she demonstrates the moves of a dance that looked something like a cross between a waltz and a riveting rumba. Surprisingly, they're pretty easy to follow, and even the people with two left feet easily catch up. Even a struggling henchman does fine. When all of them learn the basic moves and the other guys without partners are given a separate dance, the girls and Arion are given their partners.
"Skie can go with Kaiser since he's pretty good at this thing," Jade casually comments, making the silver-haired guy almost spit out his water.
"What the hell!" Michael hisses, steam almost issuing from his head only until Doug puts a hand on his shoulder to calm him down.
"It's just a few hours," the purple-haired male says nonchalantly, which only makes Kaiser huff and cross his arms.
"Fine," the hothead mutters, stalking off to get some fresh air.
"I'll go with Rosie."
All heads snap to Rick who hasn't said anything all throughout the practice.
Rosie's cheeks redden even deeper than the roses on the nearby bushes, looking anywhere but at Rick, but no one seems to notice. Gabriel's face remains stoic, but Aitor can sense how the other male is straining not to let anything out. Aitor is worried that one of his only friends is going through something that the scout can't help him with.
"Okay captain," Jade continues, as if oblivious to Gabriel's mild shaking.
"You can go with Roma," Rosie speaks this time, trying to cover up her nerve-wracking instability and unexplainable happiness at being paired with her silly crush. Luckily, Jade starts protesting at why she should dance with "some weird, annoying guy who thinks he's a samurai". As they argue, Skie shakes her head before separating them and persuading the team's spy to just go along with it.
"Arion, Arion, Arion...hmmm...who could be his partner?..." Skie thinks as she massages her forehead.
Since no one volunteers, Vladmir is such a nice guy that he raises his hand.
"I'll do it," he says while offering a small smile.
"But brother, your legs-" Victor starts protesting, showing concern, but Vladimir just dismisses it.
"I'll be fine. My legs are actually quite efficient now, and I only need the cane because I get tired easily. This dance isn't much of a strenuous activity. Besides, I'm undergoing medication, right?"
Victor nods, a bit uncomfortable at the word "medication", but he drops the issue.
"Alright, let's do this!" Jade yells, and they all go with their respective partners.
Finally, after around three hours of practice, they finally get the hang of the routine.
They all are about to drop on the floor out of exhaustion until the sound of excited applause scares them out of the blue.
"Bravo! Bravo, bravo, bravo!"
The continuous praise is endless as an odd-looking figure from the distance comes closer, and most of the company shrieks or yells or gasps upon seeing a huge blue bear walking up to them.
"EHH!-" Arion could hardly contain himself at seeing the really weird bear wobbling closer and closer. He hides behind Vladimir, who only laughs at Arion's frightened reaction, and also at Victor, whose face momentarily twists into shock and speechlessness.
The bear, wearing a classy top hat and an expensive looking coat with two tails, slowly ceases clicking something in between his paws. It's a pair of fancy ivory castanets, probably because his claps would just be muffled by his, uhm, fur? The bear pockets the instrument and comes closer, taking off his top hat and giving a short bow.
"I have not made a mistake in inviting you. Welcome, welcome to my abode," he says as he reaches out to shake Rick's hand.
"Lord Wunderbar, it's a pleasure to meet you," Riccardo continues as he offers a professional smile.
"Please, just call me Wonderbot," the bear continues, regarding the company with a smile.
"Oh heavens me, that's right! I was supposed to tell you something, but I got so caught up in your astounding practice that I just had to wait," Lord Wunderbar exclaims all of a sudden.
"What is it?" Vladimir asks, approaching the two.
"Ah yes, Lord Vladimir Blade! I was supposed to show you to the ballroom. Didn't Lady Celia show it to you?"
"I'm afraid not," Rick replies, "she probably didn't know that we would practice."
"Well none the matter; please, follow me, and I will send someone for refreshments," the bear says kindly, motioning for them to follow him as he calls over a servant to give instructions to the kitchen chef.
As the company moves on through the halls of the mansion, Arion can't help but get freaked out. Sure, at the Blade residence, there were paintings and relics and statues, but here, there were even historical items with plaques containing descriptions. Some of them included the sword of Oda Nobunaga, the ancient helmet of Joan of Arc, and more.
"Those are just replicas," Lord Wunderbar speaks from nowhere, alerting the brunette. "I'm quite the fan of history, you know?"
Arion nods in acknowledgement, silently admiring the other things on the way to the dancing hall. He sees more things like a painting of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table, as well as some text he read containing information on Okita Souji! What were they doing here!?
As he sees one weird thing after the next, it starts shifting to soccer things. He gets excited at first, but also puzzled. How did this man manage to get jerseys of the legendary Inazuma Japan?! There's even Little Gigant, Orpheus, Unicorn, and other teams from the legendary season of Football Frontier International when Endou-kantoku's team won, as well as famous schools back at home like Kidokawa Seishuu and Teikoku! Arion's tongue is itching to blurt out all these random questions, but he decides to keep it to himself; after all, this place is really a strange one. He still thinks he's probably in a coma and in a dream.
They stop at a dead end. The wall has nothing but a huge, beautiful silhouette of a tree that was probably as wide as five of the bedroom doors in the mansion. Arion is afraid that they'd end up in Narnia or something, but as the bear clicks his castanets twice and declares the words "Open Broccoli!" the tree suddenly forms a line in the middle, and the 'doors' swing open to reveal a grandiose ballroom.
The extremely tall windows (or doors, he couldn't really say) reached from the floor to seven-eighths of the wall, covered by velvet drapes on both sides as the glass filtered the noonlit sun. On one side of the glass, a door of sorts was open, revealing a set of stairs leading to the field below, since the ballroom was on the second floor. Next, the men are busy setting up tables of sorts at the sides, with white linen tablecloths and wooden chairs with white cushions and gold trimmings. The walls had a bright bronze gold because of the torches and chandeliers hanging above, and frescos of happy merrymaking are on the walls. A huge space at the middle is probably for the dance floor, and at a corner, they could see a small stage; probably that's where the musicians would be.
"I will be seated there," Lord Wunderbar points to a certain spot that had a perfect view of everything, "and your table is there as well."
"Please, I am sorry for the inconvenience earlier; I believe that it is much better for you to practice here, so that you can also fix any positioning and maximize the area as well. I shall be off now, for I have other matters to address, but thank you once again for coming. The servants will be here shortly for your snack. But do save some room; lunch will be served in a few hours."
With that he bows again before wobbling off, leaving the company to wait for the food and get some rest. Shortly after, the drinks and snacks arrive, and they all have their fill of some kind of refreshing orange liquid that sparkled a lot but oddly refreshed them a lot. It's even funnier when the small cakes, shaped into triangles, also had the same energy-replenishing effect. In no time, they are back to their feet, and they try another round with their partners.
Arion approaches Vladimir, and gently, the man takes his hand and leads him to the beat of the music. Yes, they have music because Skie cast a simple enchantment on a box so that it could play the music of the song they needed whenever she opened it.
"You actually are quite adept at this," Vladimir comments as he spins Arion around.
"Thank you," Arion gently smiles as he gracefully lands in Vladimir's arms and they resume dancing.
(COMMERCIAL BREAK: I AM SO FREAKING SORRRY VICTOR OMG I SWEAR I'LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU AND THE KYOTEN FANS HAHAH [GAHSH WHERE DID ALL THE KYOTEN GO!? XD])
BACK TO THE SHOW/STORY:
As they carefully move around the ballroom, occasionally bumping into some people, Victor can't help but look at the two of them.
'I hope my brother is fine,' he thinks to himself. No he isn't secretly jealous deep inside, no, he isn't trying to make his dancing super cool so that he won't miss a chance like this next time, no, he isn't looking at how Arion's freaking sexy curves are all over the place every time he whirls by. He just wants to become Holy Emperor and get his brother's legs back. And free people. Yeah, he's a very noble idiot. A very noble, horny, way too generous when not needed, partially insecure, and a hopelessly dirty old man who gets easily attracted like a magnet to cute, tan boys.
Victor shakes his head to get rid of the ridiculous thoughts; it's probably for the best. They continue to dance until the rhythm is finally perfect, and they do look like professionals.
As they take another break, Vladimir strikes up a conversation.
"It's a good thing we were able to do things according to plan."
"Really!? But-how? We aren't really dancers, are we?" Arion whispers the last part but Vladimir pulls out a folded piece of parchment from his pocket. On it, the angel reads the words "San de Salvatorre: Solo A La Fantastique".
Below it, words of the group's specialty and contact people or places were written.
"I asked some of my trusted men to spread it, and to make sure that Lord Wunderbar would find out about our 'group' and get interested. I also made sure that they emphasized our impeccably outstanding reputation as entertainers who are rising stars and who are bringing about a fresh perspective, and that we were fans of Lord Wunderbar's magic."
"So the letter is real?" Arion asks in disbelief. When Vladimir nods, the Seraph's cheeks go red. He's actually kind of embarrassed for thinking that his companions were crooks right away.
Riccardo claps his hands twice, getting the attention of the others.
"I think we are ready. Now all we have left for the next two days is the polishing, and we also have the matter of the outfits."
"I've got that covered," Skie reports. "I went to a tailor shop earlier with the girls. They said that we just have to give them the measurements before sundown. I'll be back with the measuring tape. Just stay there." Skie calls out before disappearing.
"It's kind of hard to believe that they found a shop who'd be willing to make costumes in three days," Adé wonders out loud, but Eugene only shakes his head.
"They're probably just going to rent us something already premade," the bookworm says as he pushes his glasses up his nose.
True to her word, Skie comes around holding a roll of measuring tape in her hand. Then, she begins sizing up the girls, followed by Arion, and all the males after. Jade takes Skie's measurements, and after they've all been taken down, Skie hands it over to J.P so that he could bring it to the tailor shop. One of the servants approaches Victor, telling him that it's dinner time, and the guests respectfully oblige.
Upon their descent to the banquet hall, they see Lord Wunderbar, Lady Celia, and another small boy with grayish-blue hair already seated there.
"Ah! Glad you could make it in time," the bear exclaims, motioning for them to take a seat.
After they all do, the master of the table speaks again.
"We have another guest joining us today. His name is Harry Dark, and he is my apprentice."
As the words are spoken, the boy gives a nervous smile but waves anyway. Arion smiles his warmest smile, and he is the first one to rise and approach the boy who is also around his age.
"I'm Ari-I mean, Aaron Sheldin," he immediately corrects himself as he shakes the other's hand.
"N-nice to meet you!" The reply still sounds a bit tense, but nonetheless, Arion's pretty sure that he was able to comfort the guy some. The others also introduce themselves, and while they do so, J.P finally returns and takes a seat. The apprentice looks more relaxed now.
They have their meals, which now seem more like French or whatever European cuisine it is (as long as it sounds fancy and doesn't really contain rice, the angel is sure that it's Western.). Its only now he regrets not paying more attention during his livelihood education subjects about foreign table manners.
He tries to sneak a glance at Victor, but he ends up mesmerized at how skilled the man picks the correct utensils from the plethora of silverware so duly presented and uses it with much grace. Arion watches how the blade (no pun intended) slices through the thick steak and the henchman cuts a small piece of meat, slipping it in his mouth and skewering some of his carrots and broccoli as well. That godforsaken mouth is attracting too much of Arion's attention, and it makes him wonder what else Victor could fit in the angel's favorite orifice.
"So, care to give me a little background about your performance?"
"It's an original dance with the waltz and a rumba incorporated into it," Victor readily answers.
"From what I've heard, your unique style of dancing features a story in your performance. What is this dance all about?"
"It's actually about a bird. It was far more beautiful than the others, for it had a different shade for its plumage. It was regarded as the highest of all birds, not only for its unique color but for its power as well. Many animals envied it. The bird loved to play with humans, helping them and singing for them-it brought happiness to the people. However, because that one bird was one of a kind, it became valuable in the market for its magical properties, and it was forced to hide and protect itself. Men have always wanted to capture the bird, or to see it with their own eyes.
"One day, a man found the bird, which got caught in a hunter's trap and hurt its wing. The man, who loved birds all his life, carefully treated the wound, unknowing that the bird he had was very valuable. At first, the bird tries to escape, but it couldn't, for its wing still couldn't help it fly. The man, moved by pity upon seeing the bird's longing for freedom, decided to help it. He cared for it, nursed it, and brought it out all the time just to watch it. He even tried to make wings and fly with it. Because of his compassion, the bird slowly learned to trust men once more.
"It was finally able to fly, and it was so happy. It flew away, thanking the man before it left. But one day, the man got attacked by a bear. He was able to escape, but was terribly wounded. The bird was flying around that day, enjoying its newfound freedom before it would go back into hiding, but it spotted the man who was at the brink of death. It remembered everything the man had done for it, so it rushed to his aid without a second thought. Then, it sang-it sang its beautiful song which no man had ever heard. A song which was only used to heal people.
"The man was healed. But in exchange, the bird was terribly weakened. Troops came in, finding the bird laying beside the nearly unconscious man. Both were too weak to fight back, but the bird was captured. The men planned to use the bird's powers for evil and selfish things, for it could also make mortals rich. They caged the bird, and they slashed its other wing so that it wouldn't fly. However, the man arrived, trying to save it, but they use him as hostage to make the bird sing. Sadly, the bird agreed, for it had learned to love the man for his kindness. Just then, the man knew what it had to do. He threw his dagger, slashing the bird's other wing. Its blood dripped on its plumage, and its power began to leak out. A bright flash of light burst from the bird, and all the men around the two fell unconscious.
"The man scrambled to his feet, rushing to the seemingly lifeless bird. He held it in his arms, and he wept for it, but suddenly, another light started to flow around it. It began to pulse faintly, then brightly, and a thousand white birds descended upon them. When the flock was gone, leaving only shed feathers around them, he was surprised not to find the bird anymore. Instead, he saw a beautiful human in his arms. Overjoyed, they share a passionate kiss. And they live together for the rest of their days, singing songs and bringing happiness to the people. The end."
"A splendid narration, Lord Victor. You are truly a creative lot."
No more words are exchanged for the rest of the meal.
When it's time for bed, the three of them walk in silence to their chambers, with Arion in between the two brothers. And things just kind of go down Awkward Avenue when they decide who sleeps where.
"I requested for a separate mattress, pillows, and a duvet," says Vladimir, pointing to the things piled in a corner of the room. "Now, you and Arion can share the bed. It's kind of crammed for the three of us, right? And don't worry about my legs." He adds at the end, and Victor stiffens before nodding. Arion just turns into a freaking tomato. Sharing with Victor. The last time that happened, things didn't end up as clean as they were the first time.
"I'm going to check up on the others and have a little chat with Wunderbar about the supposed Celestial Sentinel. Make sure you're both asleep when I get back," the man instructs Victor before leaving.
"I'm going to take a shower first," says Victor when his brother leaves, and the vampire has already thrown his shirt off his head and is showing off the nice line down his back. Arion gulps. Can't he be more secretive about his body or something?
"What's the matter? You've already seen it anyway."
The reply comes with a taunting smirk, and Arion becomes angry and turned on at the same time. So the Seraph is left to sit and wait for an agonizingly long 20 minutes while listening to the sounds of the shower taking away what was left of his innocence.
(~*~)
The foggy reflection of Vladimir making his way through the halls of the mansion is projected on the glass.
"He's going to ask you about that man," a woman speaks, but the crystal ball-gazer only laughs.
"Of course I know, Celia. Please call for Harry."
"Right away."
"They think they have a plan. But they're only playing right into my hands," the voice whispers before fixing its coattails and leaving the chamber to greet the knock on the door.
~*~ The morning before the Grand Gala de Masquerade
After breakfast, Skie immediately calls for a meeting. Arion groans, because his morning didn't start out right. First, he wakes up to a boner again (thankfully he was able to run to the bathroom before his seed exploded everywhere.). After taking a shower, his towel fell off in front of Victor. What could get worse?
When everyone is finally settled at the gazebo, Skie arrives last, carrying a large chest with the assistance of Roma.
"This is weird, but the costumes really are done. And they were still able to do the designs Rosie sketched for them," Skie says and heaves a heavy breath.
She brings out all of the outfits, handing them over to each person. Some are delighted, some are still annoyed at the dancing, and others are really just fine with it.
"It looks ridiculous," Victor mutters as he surveys the well-done outfit. It consists of a coat, with elaborate embellishments of gold and silver on the midnight blue and black gradient, and a stunning mask. He aligns it on his face, testing the strange contraption as to how it might restrict his movements.
"It brings out your eyes."
Victor turns to see Arion staring at him, thumbs fiddling with each other while he looks away. "You look different," the angel adds before walking away.
Well, not really different, the angel thinks to himself as he starts mingling with the other guys who are lamenting their outfits. The man looks exactly like he did the first time they met-enigmatic yet enchanting, willing Arion to follow him everywhere like an ant to sugar pie.
"Arion," Skie approaches him, a bit uneasy. "There's a problem with your costume."
The boy tilts his head to the side, his expression awry when his unusually calm demeanor prompts the nurse to continue.
"I received it when I went to the shop. However, as we were riding in the carriage, the horse suddenly went berserk, and the chest toppled over, opening up unexpectedly, and your dress fell out and into a muddy puddle. I asked if they could clean it, but they said that it would take three days. The ball's tomorrow-what do we do!?"
At this point, the whole group turn their heads to the distressed girl. When she fills them in on the details, they all go quiet and disappear deep in thought.
Opposed to what he thought would be his initial reaction, Arion is worried. They could just say that he suddenly got sick. But what about their plan? Arion is supposed to be the main character in the story-the bird! None of the other girls could possibly learn the dance in one day-it would ruin the sync of everything!
All of them are worried. But they know that they have to do something.
"I will go with Gabriel to the costume shop later at noon. For now, we have to practice our routines. We will find a way," Riccardo reassures the rest, and they all nod.
Later, at noon, Arion and the others are free to do their own things. Captain is obviously looking for a solution, so the best thing he could contribute is to practice.
He wanders around the halls of the mansion. Then, he feels as if he's been wandering around for an hour, like he's quite lost. He makes a few more turns, and he sees a huge wooden door. Hoping to see someone, he pushes it open.
He finds himself in a room. The floor is made entirely of smooth wood, and a huge window is on his right, with a piano far in the corner. The left side wall is completely covered with a mirror and beams.
"It's probably a ballet room..." Arion says out loud. He figures that ballet must be a common pastime for girls, because the people seem oddly into dancing, theatrical arts, and singing. If that would be so, then it would explain why his companions chose the guise of a theatrical arts group, and also why Lord Wunderbar always throws these types of parties (based on what he heard from the maids).
He walks to the center. He feels oddly alone, yet in peace. Then, he takes a small box out of his pocket. Skie gave him one so that he could practice when he needed to. He opens it, and the music plays softly-just enough for him to dance. As he moves to the beat, he slowly closes his eyes and programs himself to be not Arion Sherwind, but the bird. He imagines himself free and happy, then betrayed and fearful. He imagines himself hurt and wary upon seeing the man, then slowly accepting his presence. He imagines his joy and gratitude, then distress and aching desire to save the man.
As he twirls around gracefully, he stops the moment the music stops playing. It's the end of the third part, where he finally gets captured by the evil men.
"So you have mastered your part."
Arion turns around in shock, only to see Victor standing at the doorway. Why isn't the angel surprised?
"I found a solution."
The henchman proposes, moving closer to the dancer. He pulls his hands from his back to reveal a box. Arion unlatches it, and he gasps when he pulls out the content.
A beautiful white dress that seemed to glitter in the sunlight is in his hands. It is just the perfect length, and true to his role, it has feathers with just a faint tinge of blue positioned on the shoulders, the arms, and other parts of the dress, lined and dusted with a golden glow. Beautiful crystal and silk lace adorn the sides and the skirt part. A mask is also with it, made of white as well, and covered with feathers and gold and crystals, with one part elongated as if to imitate a beak. The back part of the dress is exposed, but so far, it's the only thing he isn't exactly comfortable about showing off.
"Try it on."
Arion looks back at Victor, still at a loss of words from the beautiful garment.
"How-where did you get this?"
"My mother made it. It was supposed to be a dress for an operatic singer, but the lady claimed that it was so beautiful that she couldn't wear it. My mother kept it in storage, telling Vladimir to present it as his wife-to-be when the time came. Of course, it never happened, and since our parents passed away, this was one of the only things from her that he wanted to keep. He insisted that we bring it along, because he had a dream that we'd need it...now he says that it was made for you to wear."
Arion gasps in surprise, about to drop the dress as he holds it out.
"I can't wear this! I-its too precious to both of you, and I don't think I can do it..."
"You don't have a choice."
"But-"
Without another word, Victor takes the dress-gently, this time-and he snakes his arms around Arion's waist, pulling off the belt.
"Victor! S-stop it!" It's only now that the brunette pushes him away, but the henchman silences him all with one look. Arion holds his breath in as the coat comes off too.
"You don't need to watch. Close your eyes if you want," he whispers, almost soothing, almost as if Arion has a choice again, and the boy gratefully accepts the offer as he feels the buttons popping off one by one. He knows that even if he could undress himself, he wouldn't be able to do it with the other man around. Instead, he does the only thing he could do as he steps out of his shoes.
The air, moist and warm like that of a secret room, hits his back once his upper body is devoid of any clothing. Victor's hands settle on the boy's hips, and Arion flinches at the gentle touch.
"Still okay?" Victor whispers. Arion nods with eyes still shut; it's scary how the man could be so harsh and cold at times, but warm and chivalrous in a split second.
Victor then proceeds to unhooking the pants and letting them fall to the floor-an action the boy is becoming more and more used to with the passing days. The henchman coaxes the Seraph to step into the dress, and when the arms are put in the sleeves and the dress is zipped up fully, the angel could feel his captor kneel down and take the brunette's socks off. Not a thing is out of place. Every space fit perfectly into his body, like a mould made especially for Arion. Victor then brushes some hair out of the other's face before tying the mask on and spinning him gently.
"You can look now," he says, and Arion's eyes take a peep at the reflection only to gasp.
"You look...beautiful..." Victor is quite hesitant to say those words, and hearing them makes Arion's chest tighten.
It's as if he cannot recognize the person staring back at him. Arion just looks at his reflection, and his knees begin to shake, fingers trembling and toes curling as he grips on his chest.
"I'm beautiful?..." He says, and when Victor nods a little, the angel bursts into tears, surprising the henchman. The man tries to touch him, but Arion pushes him away.
"Have I offended you? I speak only the truth-" Victor begins, but the brunette lashes out.
"NO! How could you say that?! That person-it's not me! I'm not-I'm not-"
Arion begins to stutter and stumble, weeping for an unknown reason as he tries so hard to keep his feelings from pouring out.
"...I'm not beautiful..." he whispers as he looks away, ashamed.
Victor doesn't know what to do. They both stay in their places, the man standing and the boy sprawled on the floor. It only shakes up the man because what he thought to be a straight-forward male such as himself is just getting more complicated each day. And he loved it.
He approaches the crying mess, and he grasps on Arion's shoulders. The Seraph turns around and retreats, shaking his head vigorously but Victor pulls him by the wrists until their faces are so close and grey eyes with a sliver of blue are all he could see.
"Shh..." He breathes against Arion's lips, almost but not quite kissing him, and the boy struggles to pull away.
"I'm not! It's just the dress. Don't make me believe in a lie-"
"-then don't make me feel this way." Victor finishes the conversation with the words that leave his lips.
It's the truth; his attraction to Arion is getting too hard to handle. He thought it would be simply lust, a carnal desire. But he doesn't know why this boy is nothing like he's ever seen in an entire century.
Then he closes the space between him and the boy, rising to his feet. Arion is too dazed to even think about what he's doing, until soft music plays and Victor leads him to the center of the floor. And he takes Arion's hands in his, leading him to the beat of the music. At first, they're so sloppy, but before he knows it they're dancing, and he feels strange yet so right as he spins around and falls into Victor's arms. Then he presses his back close to the other's chest, swaying with him intimately.
As he faces Victor again, he latches his leg on the man's hip and the henchman grabs it, dipping Arion whilst moving his hands along the skin, close to the groin but not quite as he slides it down to the boy's backside to give it a little squeeze. Arion gasps and scrunches Victor's shirt in his hands before deciding to run it down the henchman's abdomen and brushing it against his crotch. And all caution regarding rule number two is thrown to the wind, because it wasn't just an accidental one. Victor groans before drawing his partner up and spinning him again, pulling Arion against him as he holds the boy on his waist.
"Dirty dancing are we?" He says with a hint of seduction as he turns Arion towards him before lifting the other high into the air. This is the part where the bird is supposed to try flying, but fails slightly because it still isn't strong enough to fly. With support from those strong hands, Arion drops on the ground only to have Victor pull him up and tip him backwards.
As the boy arches back further, Victor can see how the shear on his arms and chest (as well as the plunging neckline) revealed too much of that skin, in a sexy but not a vulgar way. He touches Arion's bare back, greedy and needy, but Arion only encourages him further by running his hand up his thigh, flipping the skirt and tugging at the fabric on his torso just to torture his captor. Victor scowls and smirks maliciously; it's working on him, he thinks to himself as he could feel his lower regions reacting like crazy again.
So he gives in to both of their desires as he slams Arion flat against the huge window, growling and restraining himself from doing the one thing that would make him human. No, he refuses to taint those virgin lips, so he bites his tongue enough to draw out blood while tearing off the mask to see his lovely angel's face. Arion however, is impatient, characterized by his feverish panting as he began to sweat.
"Victor!" He pleads, in the same tone as back then when he was on the verge of that delicious release, and Arion's control snaps in two as he grabs his own need to finish himself off. Yes, it's so mortifying on Arion's manly pride, but he could care less right now if strangers and Victor could see him jack off if it meant getting rid of this awful erection that he never got used to. He rubs his organ up and down, cheeks turning red as he sees Victor watching him with hungry eyes and tongue licking his lips. Then, a strong force yanks on his arm, pinning it above his head along with the other one as Victor rubs it instead. Arion gasps even louder, sighing in content as the pleasure hits him again and again.
"The dress-it's going to get dirty too-" Arion suddenly interjects despite the pleasure rendering his speech useless, but his partner is way ahead of him as the zipper is pulled all the way down and Victor strips the dress off easily. The underwear also falls to a pile at his feet, before Arion unconsciously spreads his legs a little bit wider.
"Naughty whore," the henchman comments as he squeezes the organ gently to elicit a moan. It's too hot for the angel to bear much longer. Arion could hardly contain himself, and his moaning just gets more needy to the point that his saliva just trickles from the corner of his mouth, and he doesn't have time to warn or react towards Victor when something warm encloses his member.
At this, the angel's hips buck forward and release right into the henchman's mouth. Arion moans long and hard, slowly feeling relief as his pent up pleasure and frustration is all emptied. Victor merely slides off and swallows the white substance, making Arion stare at him in shock and embarrassment.
"One of Lord Wunderbar's young ballerina guests might shriek if she saw your semen in this ballet room," he explains with a satisfied expression as he wipes away remaining traces of cum on his face.
Arion just looks away, and coming to his senses he just realizes how awfully shattered his virginity is. If anyone else's juice got inside him, he'd definitely laugh the next time someone called him the "purest of all angels". Well, at least he's still human enough to do all this crazy shit and not a weird creature. Yet.
He puts his underwear back on, dressing hurriedly while Victor packs away the costume before they play naughty games with it. Then, they exit the ballet room, leaving no trace of their affairs.
~*~ the day of the Grand Gala de Masquerade
Arion looks at himself in the mirror as the sun sets behind the window. He affixes his mask, letting only his huge, kind eyes reveal a little of his identity. Someone knocks at the door.
"Come in," Arion calls out, and a man with a fancy dark green coat and all those fancy cuffs and buttons and whatnots enter, wearing a mask as well. Once he sees Arion, who stands up to receive him properly, he gasps and smiles, taking his mask off to get a better look.
"My brother tells the truth," he says as he puts his hands on Arion's shoulders. "And my dream didn't fail me either. It's as if it was made for you."
"Thank you." Arion replies with a smile. "Can we go over the plan one more time, please?"
"Okay, okay," Vladimir laughs, knowing that his partner is just nervous. "During the part where the men start coming in and the bird goes into hiding while the animals are scuffling around, the girls and the others will scatter into the crowd. Their positions will vary depending on where the Celestial Sentinel will be, and either Aitor or Jade will have to be near enough to grab it. If that doesn't work, then Rosie will invite the guard to dance with her, and when she dances by Rick or Gabriel, they will be the ones to get it."
Arion nods, and he follows Vladimir downstairs to the ballroom. When they get there, some guests are already laughing and talking, and the ambience is light as the musicians continue to play.
"There we are! The last two members of our honorable guests-the San de Salvatorre!" The guests who heard Lord Wunderbar's announcement stand up and clap to greet them. Arion gulps nervously, but Vladimir just pats him on the back.
The guests gradually come one after another, but none of their fancy costumes catch Arion's attention. That is, until he sees a masked persona with hair colored mint green enter the room.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Deity Fey Rune!"
As if on cue, all members of the San de Salvatorre exchange looks even if they're scattered throughout the hall.
"Excuse me," Arion strikes up a conversation with a nearby lady, "why the title deity?"
"You do not know? Oh heavens me, children nowadays! He is called such because he is from the line of the Golden Shrine Maiden, who was protector of this land since time and memorial. He is said to protect one of the Deus Relics-a very powerful artifact that protects the people of Galaxia."
"So it is him," Arion thinks after he thanks the lady and walks off to the drinks table.
Then, the familiar sound of castanets resonates through the air.
"Thank you all for attending the Grand Gala de Masquerade. Now to start things off, we have a special guest performing here tonight."
Well, there is his cue. He steps up to the dance floor, but all the confidence is lost when he doesn't see Vladimir around. He looks at Rick nearby, and the leader leans over to whisper in his ear.
"I was with him and Victor until he suddenly said he felt sick. Then, he started to sweat and his whole body got paralyzed. He fell asleep-we assume that someone poisons his tea with Paralysia Poppies, which could be found around the walkways outside. We just have to improvise."
Arion is rattled, and he looks around frantically. Lord Wunderbar is almost done with his introduction, and it's just him in the spotlight. Then, a quite noisy scuffling issues from his right. He turns, and he almost squeaks in relief and even more confusion when he bumps into someone and his hands are taken into the dance position.
"My brother says I don't have a choice."
A/N: WHAHAHAHAH HOW WAS ITTT? Up next: VICTOR DANCING BECAUSE I LOVE HIM. Thanks so much to all my viewers and supporters! you always make me feel loved. Please leave a review! Thanks :))