Being contented for almost a week now, Emil hummed his way down the path to Meltkio, smiling with his eyes closed. Richter had made Aqua send a monster to Tenebrae in to middle of the night a while ago and his shadow servant told him the encrypted code with no clue of what the hell it could've meant. A message of 'Apologize to me on the night of fireworks in the courts under the fireflies blanket.' confused the centurion to no and end he giggled at the remembrance of such an expression then again, for the umpteenth time just because and Marta eyed him warily. Getting tired of the one-sided happiness, she pulled him to the side with a serious face.
"Emil..."
"Huh? What's up Marta?" he opened his eyes surprised but still smiling.
"What are you so happy about? You've been like this for a while now..." she replied, looking him in the eyes closely. If she so much as detected a lie from her Emil...
"It's nothing Marta!" he chimed quickly. "Why do you think something's up? You think it's weird for me to be happy sometimes?"
"Huh?"
"Marta...am I really that depressing...?" he asked, feigning sadness even to the depth of green in his eyes. Her own cerulean eyes widened at the look of hurt on his face. She quickly jumped to hug him, as he was expecting, and she pulled him as close as possible.
"Emil! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it like that! Honest..." she finished, pulling back and smiling tenderly at him. "Forgive me?"
"It's okay. You didn't mean to say it that way so it's nothing to forgive. Let's go to Zelos' mansion now..." he chimed. The redheaded chosen chose this time to throw his arm around the blonde's shoulders like once before.
"Ah, young love...nothing like it!" he shouted grinning like a fool. Then he leaned in closer and added in a whisper to the boy's ear, "Too bad it's not Marta you're fawning over..." Emil's cheeks lit up like fire.
"Z-Zelos! W-What are y-you implying?" he stuttered, abruptly yelling in almost silence causing all eyes to drift to him.
"Nothing pal. Just talk to me later...and maybe you need to have a little 'self-talk' too...goddess knows your 'Ratatosk-mode' you has been going nuts on the battlefield..." he chuckled. "Your room's gonna be down here little buddy..." he commented as they stepped into the chosen's foyer. "Girls can take the upstairs. I'm gonna go get some rest. See ya!" and with that he walked away, fingers laced behind his head and a grin plastered on his face. Emil's face stayed a jalapeno red as he finally thought about it. Although he was quiet during the whole ordeal, Ratatosk was still...most likely aware of what happened to the fullest. He scrambled into his room and closed the door. He lye down on the bed and slowed his breathing, calming down (as much as possible) to clear his mind and focus on speaking with the other him. He closed his eyes momentarily before opening them and finding himself in an all white abyss type room with streams of red and greens ever flowing throw the never ending space. He glanced around before soon narrowing in on a figure of himself though his back was turned.
"R...Ratatosk?" Emil called. The other flinched upon the name but grew more ridgid and stiff. "Ratatosk?" he called again. The doppleganger turned his head, fierce red eyes glaring icily at him before turning away from him again. "Ratato-"
"WHAT?" he suddenly shouted, facing him entirely. His cheeks were almost as red as his eyes and boy was he pissed.
"W-what's wrong? You seem angry-"
"You're damn straight you fu-freakin idiot! What the hell is wrong with you?" He shouted at the top of his lungs, trying not to curse the other into oblivion. Emil's eyes widened as a confused smile posted itself present across his features.
"H-Huh? W-What do you mean?"
"Fucking Richter!"
"R-Richter?"
"NO! Fucking Richter!"
"..." a blatant blush decided to replace his voice at this moment. He couldn't say a single thing to that. Doesn't mean he didn't try... His first few attempts coming out as him looking like a fish out of water before his voice, shakily, came back. "W-why does that m-make y-you s-so angry? It's my body so-"
"WRONG! It's our body! I don't even care if you're gay but why Richter? You know he wants us dead!" he grabbed the boy's shoulders and shook him roughly as his points were given. Knocking the hands off him for the safety of his neck, he sighed.
"Well...he's not really a bad person...and he did it too! Yell at Richter too if you're so mad!" he snapped back, thinking about his words after he said them, then he shook it off. "And why are you so embarrassed? I did it, not you!" it was Ratatosk's turn to go silent this time. The blush that had decreased with the more he vented at his other form, came back full force. His eyes lowered and he looked away.
"Like I said...it's our body...I don't have to do it to feel it..." he mumbled out, slight pouty expression. Emil just stared at him, for quite a while before the meaning actually hit him.
"Oh Goddess Martel, Ratatosk, I am so sorry!" he reached a hand out to the other just to have it pushed down. Gently though.
"I won't hold that against you...you didn't know...and I didn't always used to be here..." he again mumbled. "But I swear to the goddess I will give him a piece of my mind the next time you see that bastard..." he then growled, plopping down to the floor and crossing his arms. Although he was beyond angry and trying to calm it, Emil found it just a bit funny.
"Okay," he giggled, "You be sure to do that. Are you still angry?"
"It'll pass...I'll be fine..." he looked up at Emil with his usual smirk, which caused Emil's own face to light up. "Hey, Emil?"
"Yes?"
"How bout I go find Richter for you?"
"What?" He questioned, literally dumbfounded before adding some things together. "What will you do when you find him?"
"Just talk..." Emil raised a sceptical brow at him. "I will...not...start...much trouble with him." he assured, picking his words extremely carefully with him. "It's nothing you wouldn't find a way out of anyway...I'll let you take over when it's time." and with a chuckle he disappeared to take Emil's place in the present world without giving the boy a real say in the matter. A futile arm was held up to the now empty space, causing the green boy to sigh and shake his head. 'Guess I'll just have to wait...'
x.X.x.X.x
A red eyed Emil opened his eyes to end up staring up at the ceiling of a, to him, random room. He sat up and slid off the bed. Glancing around at the crystals and glass items of a clear delicateness about them, he judged this to be a rich town. Judging by the abuse of red silk, he deemed this Meltokio. And also...considering this is the hometown of the notorious pervert Zelos, it had to be his mansion. He briskly walked from the room. As the swordsman stepped out the front door he was stopped by the voice. He winced as the familiarity rang in his ears. It was that damned idiot chosen again.
"So kid, where you goin at a time like this? Shouldn't be sculkin around at this time of night."
"I can say you doing the exact same thing you know. Except you're also stalking..." as blue eyes blinked a smirk crossed the younger's face. "What is it?"
"You in Ratatosk-Mode? That was definately not an Emil type answer..."
"Maybe, how's it concern you?" he questioned, turning around with his air of defiance on full blast. Zelos simply smirked.
"I only want in case you're not back by morning and dear little Marta goes hysterical over your loss..."
"I'm just taking a walk. Don't worry about stupid things like that. If I find what I'm looking' for though...I'll be late..."
"You might just have trouble going on your walk anyway...there's a festival going on right now..."
"Huh?" 'Ah! Ratatosk! The fireworks Richter mentioned! He's in the city!' an overly happy Emil piped up through his mind. 'Shut up...I know...goddess, you're such a puppy, now get back...'Emil complied, giggling (again) and calming himself back into a dormant state. He had learned from Ratatosk that even if he was the dormant one if he focused hard enough he still could catch what was happening when he wasn't in control. That one mentioning of colors in the sky sent his happiness through the roof, thenceforward, literally interfering with the other one's control. "Well, I'll be going now...maybe I'll check it out...
"Kay kid, see ya..." And with that, the red head was no longer interfering. 'Emil' shook his head, smiling afterward as he began a jog toward the main courtyard before the castle of the royal family of Tethe'alla...
Shuffling through crowds of annoying people, he finally came across that oh-so-familiar coat the other wore, being he was away from the others and near the church. He stepped up to him, his shadow appearing to the older man as a cocky stride. A huff was then let out.
"I believe I asked for Emil. Not the demon lord..." he grumbled, pushing up his glasses and refusing to turn around to see the other.
"You'll see him once I'm done talking to you...There's not much I want to say..."he assured. Richter turned, completely annoyed by the presence.
"How'd you know it wasn't him anyway?" he asked out of bored curiosity. The redhead folded his arms, turning his head up as if Ratatosk was completely idiotic.
"The difference in how you two carry yourselves is like a tornado being compared to a light breeze...it has the same basis but not a thing alike..." he scoffed. "Anything else you want to ask me?"
"Yeah...although I suppose it'll irritate you..."
"What is it?"
"What's the one thing you've imagined doing to Emil that you're scared of trying?" he asked with a extremely evident smile on his face, highlighted by almost glowing scarlet eyes. It was only a second before he was pinned to the wall by his neck, which was being crushed by Richter as he laughed his ass off at the embarrassed vivid blush on the dual blade-man's cheeks. "I was joking!"
"Never...never do that again..." he growled as he simply dropped the other to the ground. Normally Ratatosk would be pissed but being that he provoked the other purposely, he actually expected worse. He stood up slowly, unable to stop his smiling as the elder glared blades of death at him. "But in all seriousness...I wonder why you chose Emil of all people..." Seeing as he was sure the others gaze grew contemplative, he thought on this himself.
"Well...it's more he chose me and I ended up growing into it myself...he made it feel completely natural...and genuine to say the least..." a small twitch of the lips almost resembling a smile made it's way on Richter's face. "It felt like he needed me with his very being...why...even I don't know but...I'll be with him as long as we both want and need it..." Ratatosk had looked the other over completely before deciding to believe his words.
"Okay then...and another thing...don't be so rough with him...that crap hurts..."
"...what the hell are you talking about?" he asked abruptly, eyebrows knit together in irritance and confusion. A smirk crossed the blond boy's face.
"Let's just say when push comes to shove you're more sadistic than you think... goddess it hurt to battle after you were done with Emil..." a wild grin crossed his face just as the frustratedly embarrassed face struck Richter again. This time though, he ended up tackled and choked. Although most people would be afraid, he just laughed in between the breaths he was allowed. "You...might want...to stop..."
"And why is that you imbecilic moron?" he hissed, stopping himself from fully chocking the life out of this body.
"..."
"...huh?"
"..." his eyes were closed at this point. Richter raised a brow to the vacant boy underneath his grip. On the inside of this boy however, Ratatosk was nearly doubled over in laughter as Emil stared at him warily.
"I'm sorry to ask this but...have you lost it?" Emil questioned, seriously thinking the answer to his question might have been yes. All he got was slowing laughs and laboured breathing. "Ratatosk?"
"It's your turn to go out there Emil. I'm sure you can handle it!" he smiled. Although this was unnerving the hell out of him, Emil did as told and took over the body. When he came to, all he could assess was that Richter was on top of him, leaning very close to him and blushing. Well that was the good side of it. Bad side? He felt very strong hands squeezing the air out him along with the fact the hands belonged to someone that was incredibly angry at the moment. 'What in the world did he do to him?'
"R-Richter...p-please stop...can't...breathe..." he choked out, latching onto one of the older's arms as a tear slid out from oxygen loss. Emerald eyes widened behind the lens of the Dual Blaze as his grip loosened immediately. "What happened? You were so angry..." he rasped a bit rubbing his throat through his scarf. Abend scowled, unwrapping the heavy cloth and examining the damage more.
"That damned idiot got me all riled up calling me a sadist..." he rubbed over the other's adams apple as well as all the way down to his collar bone, seeing him wince along the way. "Sorry about this..." he sighed. "Would you like me to use First Aid?"
"Well..." a bashful smile crossed his face. "There's a way you can fix it without magic..."
"And what way is that?" he quirked a brow. This he really had to know.
"..." a heavier blush crossed his face this time. "Let's go to the inn...I'll tell you there..."
"I don't think you need to anymore...to think that you'd actually gotten up the nerve to suggest that..." he smirked, "Someone's come a long way..." Emil playfully stuck a tongue out at him as they connected hands and headed down the main stairs of the city.
x.X.x.X.x
Upon entering the room, Emil was pinned against the wall by his wrists and he was drowned in Richter's passionate kiss, their chests pressed against each other and the panted onto the other, refusing to separate. Due to groans from the younger about his arms, he, unwillingly, let them go as they parted for air. Emil's scarf was flung to the side, abandoned in its fallen position between lying halfway on the table and halfway on the floor. At the moment, they could care less. Richter began to suckle at the younger's neck, remembering that he was to "treat it without the use of magic" if he remembered correctly. And judging by the wanton mewls coming from the blond, the "healing process" was going better than ever imagined. He continued to suck in different places, leaving little marks on him that weren't going any where any time soon. He yanked on the string tying Emil's shirt in proper place from its proper place, sliding the belts off as well, kissing a heavily made trail down that as well. As another moan escaped Emil, something nearly scared him out of the lustful state he was in. Ratatosk.
'E-Emil...make him stop...' he ordered. Not at all as forcefully as he would've, given he was in the normal situation. But no, no one but him could be stuck with this one. He was stuck out of control yet feeling every heated kiss and pleasure that Emil was going through. And since they were completely connected, all of the sweet spots Richter were hitting was effecting him just as hard as well... 'EMIL!'
'No...' he answered back simply. 'You should just enjoy this, you know?' he could hear a frustrated growl as his response, then a choked moan from him as another one of his sweet spots were run over. Hearing the other him let that noise out caused an even deeper blush and a small giggle. Richter stopped, looking at Emil strangely.
"Is it tickling you?"
"No, no," he giggled again, "He's angry but it feels good to him too..."
"Really?" a small smirk appeared, "And how do you know this?"
"I'll just say he's just as noisy as I am..." at first the redhead's eyes widened, then he just chuckled.
"So I see..."
"If only you could hear him..."
'How bout you shut the hell up and make him stop?'he nearly roared at the amused boy. All he got was the same answer as before. Richter, watching the smile on the boy's face, continued with what he was doing, unbuckling the teens pants and sliding them, off to join the fray. It was then, Ratatosk started to panic. 'Emil...m-make him stop...n-now...'
'I don't want to...I don't even think I could now...' although, that sentence made it seem like he was doomed, Emil sounded so welcome to it than ever. 'Never thought you'd be one to be scared Ratatosk...' he teased.
'Scared of what?'
'To let him close...to let him make you feel it...'
'...fine...I'll take it but I swear you owe me...'
"Heh, heh,thanks...oh...wait...'
'W-what? Dammit...not again...'Ratatosk groaned as Richter stayed upon a certain sensitive area right in the middle of his abdomen. Another moan escaped the demon lord as well as the teen, although the first mentally growled after the fact of doing it.
'Stay here...actually hearing you makes it better...'although, Ratatosk hadn't said anything after that, he complied, only for Emil he assured himself. As Richter removed the last of Emil's clothing, he made quick work of his own, removing his jacket and shirt, taking his pants down swiftly.
"Emil...are you okay with this?" He asked, just to be sure. That comment Ratatosk made earlier struck a nerve so he was going to try to be more careful this time. Emil nodded with a smile. Seeing as it hadn't been that long since the last time, he thought it to be okay without prep. He positioned himself over Emil and slowly slid in. Although this was a bit uncomfortable, he was bearing with it, Ratatosk groaning audibly with the intrusion. As the elder slid himself out, Ratatosk let out a hiss as Emil let out a sharp breath. Richter raised a brow at Emil. "Does it hurt?" As Emil shook his head, Ratatosk grew half furious, yelling at him that he was a liar and 'not to spare that bastard's feelings'. The teen had to hold in a laugh at that but ushered Richter to continue on. He repeated the process, earning the exact same reaction from the summon spirit whether he could hear it or not but Emil's disposition changed for the better with the mumble of "Move faster..." and of course, Richter doing as told. As the pain started to meld away, the demon lord found himself, unwillingly, enjoying this more, feeling more pleasure than pain as suddenly both he and Emil screamed. It seems that Richter had found that spot again. The same smirk as before crossed his face as when he'd first found it. "Emil..."
"Whaaaaa..." he whined. Although that felt amazing, he didn't want to repeat last time. Little did he know, he didn't have to.
"Do me a favor..."
"What?"
"Ask Ratatosk if he's enjoying this...better yet...let him out..." Emil thought it strange but nonetheless switched places. Richter soon found himself staring into red eyes.
"What the hell?" he growled.
"You enjoying yourself, demon lord?"
"Fuck. You."
"Reversed, but sure..."
"Wha-" he was then cut off by his own scream, then he blushed furiously once realizing that he'd done so. Richter leaned down to lick a trail up from his navel all the way to his throat, leaving Ratatosk moaning almost the whole way. Wincing he grumbled, "Why the hell'd you want us to switch anyway?"
"Simply Emil..."
"What?" the twins seemed to ask at the same time, although only one could be heard.
"He wanted me to hear you so I wanted to hear you...is there a problem?"
"So..." he stifled a would-have-been moan from Richter's random kiss to his neck, "If he told you to jump off a cliff would you do it?"
"You can switch back now..." Ratatosk laughed before willingly doing so. Upon his return, Emil giggled as Richter shook his head lightly, then began suckling on Emil's neck again. A moaning scream was let out from this action plus a thrust to his prostate that he was not expecting at that moment. The thrusting, screaming and moaning carried over some time before they began to reach their limit and tire. Richter panted heavily and Emil clinched onto the sheets underneath him tightly, slightly biting his bottom lip as he rode on the pleasure. Ratatosk groaned as he felt the climax nearing, the muscles of the boy beginning to tighten and spasm. The very same feeling was what sent Richter into his climax, exploding off inside Emil, and as a chain of effect, that sent Emil off, cumming unto the sheets seeing as he was a faced downwards. after a moment, they collapsed, making sure not to lie in the mess Emil made and panting madly. As the blond began to slowly doze off, Richter ran his fingers through blond hair. "Good night Emil..."
"...night..." he mumbled sleepily.
"Tell Ratatosk I said that too." He added with a laugh.
"mmhmm..."he sleepily chuckled before actually dozing off. Instead of actually sleeping right off the bat, he ended up joining Ratatosk in the same room as before for the third time that day, both of them completely wiped out and lying with their backs down on what felt like the floor. "So...did you have fun?"
"I'll murder you if you tell him I said yes..." both of them lazily laughed. Then Emil exhaled.
"So, I do that again, will you stay present?"
"Not sure...if I did, do not call me out again. Bastard was mocking me..." he laughed again. Emil just smiled.
"Oh...yeah, he said good night..."
"Really?" He asked, looking up slightly surprised.
"Yup." he giggled.
"Huh..."
x.X.x.X.x
"Hey...Richter..."
"Hmm?" the man mumbled back, half asleep.
"Thanks..."
"For what?"
"...nah...don't worry about it..."
"...commere..." he commanded, flinging an arm around the younger's neck.
"Wha-" he was cut off by the sleepy kiss of the redhead. Slowly, the teen reacted, kissing him back. With that, Richter smiled.
"Good night Ratatosk..."
"Wha? How'd you know? You-"
"Good. Night. Ratatosk." he smiled, pulling the boy into his chest, muffling his chatter and allowing him to get some rest.
A/N My mother is gonna kill me lol it's 4 in the morning and I'm still on this thing. But yeah...wrote another smut to avoid putting one in don't bring books to the beach..lol i want the story to last a while longer without it. Lol ratatosk at the end XDD hope you all enjoyed this though ^^ leave a review plz?