Die: *sigh* This story continues to evolve on me... and I'm still alone.
Bastion: Was there something you wanted to say on that, Die?
Die: Yeah. The pairings to this have updated, even if they don't show up until FAR later.
Jaden: What are they?
Die: I'll just go through all the ones showing up right now. *clears throat*
Pairings for this story will include: JadenxSyrus, ChazzxBastionxChazz (meaning both will be seme at some point), ZanexOCxHell Kaiser, AsterxOCxAtticus, YusukexOC, JessexOC, JimxOMC, and HaouxJehu.
Jaden: ... That's a lot of pairings.
Chazz: ... No one here owns Yu-Gi-Oh! GX.
Chapter Six: Holy Lips
Zane awoke because he was feeling cold, his wings stretched across the bed beneath him. He yawned, pushing himself upright and half-expecting Chazz to be giving him some sort of sarcastic comment about not being able to wake up on time when he paused, something inside his brain telling him that that wasn't right, but why? His eyes blearily opened, bringing the realization that he was not in his room, and suddenly the events from the night before came rushing back to him. But in that event, where was... "Cienna?" he called, a hint of worry in his usually apathetic tone.
The girl in question looked up from the paper on her desk, a smile breaking across her face. "Morning, Zane."
He relaxed, walking over to her. "Morning, my kentouchigaino tenshi. May I ask what you're doing that was so important that you had to abandon me to freeze all on my lonesome?"
She laughed, picking up the paper and handing it to him. "You." On the paper was a sketch of a sleeping Zane, with his wings behind him on the bed. "Waddya think?"
"Very good," he praised, "but it's missing one thing."
"Oh?" She smiled with a laugh.
"Yes," he replied, smirking slightly, "but I'm not telling you what it is unless I get something in return."
She stood, leaning in close. "What do you want?"
His smirk widened. "I'm pretty sure you could make a guess on your own, tenshi."
She leaned in closer, her breath ghosting his lips. "Hmmm... I don't know. Why don't you just take it?"
"Gladly." He swooped in to take up with her lips, his wings wrapping around her back and pulling her closer.
She kissed him back with a passion, twining her fingers into his hair. After a moment, she pulled back to breathe. "Now what do you think I'm missing?"
"I'll give you one guess," he answered, tapping her nose with the tip of one finger.
She faked deep thought. "I don't know." There was a laugh on her face. "Just tell me."
"You," he answered, leaning in to steal another kiss from her. She smiled into the kiss, leaning her forehead against his when they pulled back for air. "Nah. It looks better without me." She played with a few strands of his hair. Her smile grew, her eyes far off like she was recalling something from a long time ago.
He wanted to disagree but figured she wouldn't listen anyway. "Penny for your thoughts?" he asked, noticing her apparent distraction.
Her gaze traveled up to meet his. "Just thinking of something Lucifer told me a long time ago..."
"What was it?" he asked, curious as to what she might be recalling about her father.
She giggled, "When I was about six, he told me that I'd fall in love with a demon." She gave him an exuberant smile. "But not just any demon. No, I was going to fall in love with a demon who would love me for who I really was and all that gushy stuff. I was six, let me remind you, and I swore up and down he was bullshitting me. But Gabriel showed up in my dreams briefly to give me Lucifer's I-told-you-so." She laughed again.
He frowned. "I thought you said your parents gave up their corporeal bodies to give birth to you," he muttered, pouting a little at the contradicting information. Zane Truesdale did not like it when his intelligence was put into question.
"Their souls survived." She sighed, wings ruffling freely against her back." "I should probably go get dressed though. As much as I'd love to let them free, I can't risk letting anyone else see my wings." She pushed gently against his wings. "Unless there's anything else you want to talk about...?"
He shook his head, letting her out. "Just, if sometime over the next week, Chazz tells you not to go see me, listen to him." He did not yet seem to realize that he should likely go too, before he got in trouble for being in the wrong dorm and lacking a proper change of clothes to boot, thus leaving him in the rather awkward position of having to deny that he had slept over at someone else's room.
She looked concerned, turning back into his arms. "Are you sure?" She set a hand against his bare chest, right over his heart.
He nodded, bring his own hand up to rest atop hers. "Yeah. Trust me, it's for your own safety, and look at it this way, most of the Obelisks will be gone over the next few weeks, including Chazz. It's just habit that he takes off after me, so he'll be able to warn you first."
Still concerned, she sighed, letting her wings slide under his and around the two of them. "If you're sure..."
"Trust me, I don't want to leave you any more than you seem to want me to, but I won't let you get hurt because of something stupid on my part."
She laid her head on his shoulder, nuzzling his neck and greedily breathing in his scent. "How long will you be gone?"
"At least three days but no more than five. If experience can give me anything to go by, after I'm out, Chazz will have two days before he goes down and will make up those days while I'm there and he isn't." He reached around to stroke her hair soothingly, content with their closeness.
She let out a short breath of frustration. "Even that seems too long. And I hate sounding like the clingy girlfriend but... three days is a long time." She cocked her head back into his touch, not ceasing her affectionate gesture even as she spoke.
"Trust me, you'll thank me for it later," he reassured her softly. A demon's heat was not something that was all too fun to be around, especially since he'd found out last year through Chazz that his tastes ran rather to the sadistic side of kinky pleasure…
She pressed her lips to his neck, soft, gentle before pulling back to look at his face. "You'll be okay when you come back, right?" She looked mildly embarrassed. "This whole situation is one that Dad intentionally left out of his demonology lessons... I never really wanted to know and, despite the fact that he's the Lucifer... he's still my dad..." She flushed. "Point is... I don't know much about it. But you'll be okay?" She cut her rambling short with her own hand clamped over her mouth.
He smiled softly, finding it cute that she was so embarrassed but seemingly knowing what he was referring to. "I'll be fine, a demon's heat isn't too concerning provided I'm not around anyone I'd particularly want to mate with. I might have to have Chazz chain me up this year, sick bastard will probably get a kick out of that, but I'll be fine at the end of the week. I always am."
"Good." She said with a still embarrassed smile, though it slowly turned sly. "But what am I supposed to do at night when you're not here? It's no fun sleeping alone."
Oh, she cannot be serious about wanting to be my mate… does she really understand that this is a lifetime commitment she's wanting to make, that her soul will be bound to mine for all eternity? He gave her a gentle smile in return. "Think of me. With any luck, my mind will be able to connect to yours and I won't feel so alone anymore."
She smiled back, noticing the off-track look in his eyes and set a hand on his face. "Is everything alright, Hun?"
"I'm just a little worried about you, tenshi," he murmured softly, leaning his cheek into her touch. "Promise me you'll stick close to Chazz while he's still around and then to those three angel friends of yours while he's not, okay? I'd be pissed off if something happened to you because I wasn't there to keep you safe."
"I don't have any problem with the angel thing but Chazz?" she groaned, resting her head against his chest with a grumpy frown. "I'll be at his throat the whole time! I'm more likely to get hurt with him than on my own!"
He laughed at that, unable to contain his amusement at how cute she looked. "I understand the Princeton is an asshole, tenshi, but he at least knows to control himself during this week. He may snap at you, yes, and verbally degrade you, but he will not strike you if he doesn't want his arm ripped off when I return to my senses. Besides, when I get out, I'll be doing the same thing for whichever male happens to catch his eye this time. It's part of our agreement for rooming with each other: love interests are fair game any time other than the times we go into heat, at which point they are to be protected until the time passes and we return to our normal selves."
Her frown didn't leave. "Is it a requirement?"
He smirked at her. "I never said you had to stay only with him, you know. You're welcome to take advantage of the free period and annoy the hell out of him for those two days."
She lightened some, leaning back so she could get a better look at him. "That's more tolerable, I suppose... But I'm still gonna complain like a bitch when you get back." A short laugh pealed from her throat, proof that she was joking.
"I wouldn't expect anything else from you, my kentouchigaino tenshi," he replied softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. He really needed to get back to his room, before the others, aka Chazz, figured out he was missing.
She offered a gentle smile. "You should probably go... Before Chazz notices."
He nodded. "Until next time, my kentouchigaino tenshi."
"Yeah." She said quietly, pressing another kiss to his cheek. "I'll see you in class." She pulled her wings in, gently pushing his wings away and moving towards the bathroom slowly.
He groaned, giving in to the subtle pleading she was doing. "Fine, if you can find me something to wear until we can get back to my room and steal some of my clothes back, I'll stay."
When she turned around, there was a rather cocky grin on her face. "I can do that." She walked over to her closet and started digging around. After a few moments, she stood and turned around, holding a My Chemical Romance concert-shirt that looked to be the right size. "Will this work?"
"It's not my style, but you seem determined not to let me out of your sight, so it will have to do."
Her smile shrank some. "Well if you want to go back, I'm not going to stop you..."
"Do you want me to leave?" he asked pointedly.
"Well no... but if you need to, you need to." The t-shirt hung limp in her hand.
"Then I'm staying," he finished with a smirk. "Besides, once the week starts, who knows exactly when you'll see me again?"
She sighed, passing him the t-shirt and turning back to her closet. "You make it sound like you'll be gone forever."
"To me, I am," he explained. "Trust me, three days is a very long time when you can't get any sleep out of it."
Her back still to him, she nodded. "I'm glad that part of being a demon skipped over me." She fished through the closet for her uniform, muttering "Damn. I need to wash some clothes..."
He chuckled softly, amused by her demeanor. If he could figure out for certain if he wanted to properly court her or not, she would make a wonderful mate.
She found a clean uniform and turned back to him. "Sorry about that." She flung it at her bed and walked over to Zane. "I'm awful at keeping track of cleaning..."
"Don't apologize, tenshi," he replied, reaching out and stroking the tip of one silvery wing. "I find it rather endearing."
She laughed. "Well that's good, I guess." Her hands wrapped around his neck as her wings moved farther into his hand.
"Looks like I'm not the only one who enjoys having my feathers stroked," he mused, ruffling the wing gently in a way he knew from experience was actually quite pleasing.
She purred. "Mmm... no, you're not."
Bastion was the first to wake up, and when he did, it was to the sight of black feathers. Surprised, he glanced downwards to see none other than Chazz Princeton wrapped up in his embrace, the demon curled up against him as though afraid he would leave. He bit his lip, debating. Chazz would be pissed if he woke up in this position, and because of his pride, he would fiercely fight the resulting closeness that should have come instead. He sighed, already disliking his decision but unwilling to lose the friendship he seemed to have gained from the other male. He shimmied himself around, tucking his white wings underneath the black feathers they rested atop and reversing their positions so that it was his face that was buried in Chazz's neck rather than the other way around. And he did it not a moment too soon for the demon stirred a moment later, his dark wings shifting as he tried to make sense of his surroundings, his brain not quite fully functioning yet. "Bastion?" he asked, "what are you doing here in my bed?"
The angel blinked sleepily, as if he'd just woken up. "Wh-where am I?" He yawned.
"In my bed, Misawa, unless you've gone dumb in addition to blind." Looks like Chazz didn't take long to recover from his drowsiness.
Bastion's eyes widened. "What the hell? How'd I get here?"
"You took the words right out of my mouth, angel." Chazz's tone demanded answers now.
"Don't look at me, Princeton." The angel replied, moving away from the demon. "I'm just as confused as you are."
The demon happened to look over at the empty bed on the other side of the room and the metaphorical lightbulb appeared over his head. "Hey Misawa," he asked, "Cienna Oliver wouldn't happen to your roommate, now would she?"
"Yeah but..." he sighed. "I'm going to kill her."
The demon smiled dangerously, revealing his fangs. "In all truth, my eyes are on Zane for this, not her, though there is no doubt in my mind that she fully endorsed it."
Bastion sighed. "You look like you have a plan."
He shrugged. "Not so much a plan as much as it is knowing that I'll be able to get my revenge on him in a matter of days."
Bastion chose not to question him. "Right well... I probably ought to go get ready." He pushed himself off the bed, already missing the warmth from the demon. A pair of jet black wings shot out to stop him from moving any further. "Um, yes?" Bastion struggled to keep the blush from his cheeks.
Chazz frowned, his wings snapping back around behind him. He hadn't meant to do that, it had just… happened before he had thought about it. "Nothing."
"O...kay." He mumbled, moving a bit faster this time.
Chazz hid a growl in the back of his throat with a yawn, his wings stretching out behind him as he sat up, letting the sheet fall down to pool around his waist.
The angel struggled to keep his eyes ahead, but couldn't keep his control. He threw a glance over his shoulder. He couldn't help but stare for a moment before forcing his eyes back ahead.
"Hey," the demon noted, his eyes narrowing in suspicion, "your wings are rather large for only being a half-angel."
"And?" Bastion tensed under the scrutiny.
I like it. "Nothing."
"Alright well... I'll be going then..."
Don't leave, please. I like it when you're near me. "Fine."
"See you in around." He said quietly, hand on the doorknob.
Can't you see how much it's hurting me to let you go like this? You are my mate; I could feel our connection from the moment I saw first saw you, but I stopped being afraid of it yesterday. Are you really so eager to betray my trust? "Of course."
He twisted the knob then paused, looking back over his shoulder. "Unless... you wanted me to... stay."
I can't ask you to myself, weakness is something that is always taken advantage of. But, please, I want to trust you completely, to be able to let these walls down knowing you won't turn it back into my face like they did. "The decision is yours, angel."
He sighed, looking down at the floor, afraid to betray his thoughts. And then he realized he had no pants on. Flush climbed high up his face. "Uh, do you... have some pants I could borrow?"
I don't love you, angel. I can't give anyone my heart yet, not with my scars. But my attention… that I can give you. You are my plaything, if only because I don't know what else to make you that will appease this weak heart of mine. "Yeah, you're welcome to take anything out of the drawers on your left, those are all mine."
The angel nodded. "Thanks." He grabbed a pair of dark jeans from the drawer and slid them on, moving towards the door again. "See you around, Princeton."
I will not let you out of my web, my angel, but trust me, I will make you dark with your own desire. I have no time for my heart's weak feelings, but if it will not permit me anything else, I shall at least keep you trapped in the shadows of my wake. "And you, Misawa."
Bastion left then, heading towards his dorm torn between over-thinking the events of the night before and killing Cienna.
Chazz licked his lips, tasting the holy scent of the angel on his tongue. He wanted to tear into Bastion now and lick up all that crimson lifeblood, a punishment for daring to leave him. Surely everyone knew how possessive a demon was? But no, the angel had left him, and now he wanted to go out there and drag the boy back to his bed, tying him there so that he could never leave again. Scowling at himself, he yanked on his uniform jacket more harshly than he needed to and stalked out of his room. After class today, Zane was going to be on the receiving end of one hell of a feeding…
Fiddling with the last button on her top, Cienna opened the bathroom door. Her gaze landed on the clock with a sigh. "As much as I hate to say it, you might want to go soon. Bastion'll be here soon, pissed as a kicked wasp's nest."
He nodded, flexing his wings as he got to his feet. "You want to come too? I'm sure Chazz wouldn't mind."
She snorted indignantly. "He hates me. I'd much rather take my chances with Bastion." A small sigh left her lips. "I just wish you could stay. And I don't just mean now..." With a half-hearted shrug, she stood on her toes, pressing her lips to his.
He instantly responded, hands coming up to cup her face before he came to his senses and wrenched away, panting. "I have to go," he ground out, looking entirely as if he didn't want to go, "otherwise I'll end up taking you right here on this bed, and believe me, I don't want that." Not yet anyway.
Her cheeks flushed, she nodded, looking vaguely surprised. "Sure. Okay."
"It's not your fault," he explained, extracting himself from her embrace and pausing in the doorway. "Demons are just easily aroused right before they go into heat."
"Okay." She said, believing him but still rather caught off-guard. To her, it had merely been a kiss—that's not to say that she didn't feel anything, she had never had a better kiss in her life, she just wasn't as... caught up as he'd evidently been.
He groaned, really not wanting to explain the exact nuances of a demon's heat to her. "It's an instinctual response, tenshi. We demons can't just reproduce like angels can by simply wishing for it or by the will of the gods. We have to go at it like animals, and since so many angels are fond of massacring demons, we enter heat four times a year and are rather… sensual creatures before and during the experience."
She laughed, high flags of embarrassment lighting her cheeks. "That's okay, Zane. I don't really need details..."
He shrugged. "Hey, you might end up needing to know this information one day." His expression softened one last time. "Farewell, my kentouchigaino tenshi. I will see you later, in class."
She nodded. "Bye Zane."
Bastion came in as soon as Zane was gone, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Was that Zane Truesdale I just saw coming from our room?"
"So what if it was?" She grabbed her hairbrush off of her bed. "And where were you last night, anyway?"
"You know perfectly well where I was last night, and Zane Truesdale isn't- Hey, why the hell do you have gray wings?"
She turned back to him, eyes wide. "I... um... shit..."
The angel's large white wings twitched with annoyance. "Normally, I'd be perfectly willing to let you slide on an explanation, but right now, I couldn't care less about whether you want to tell me or not. So spill the beans. Now."
"You won't believe the truth." She hissed.
He pinned her to the wall, his normally-calm slate gray eyes burning. "Because of you, I just spent the night in bed with Chazz Princeton cuddling the poor demon and soothing him from some sort of horrible nightmare. I'd say my sanity went out the window last night."
She winced, the impact having slammed her wings against the wall. "I'm the daughter of a demon and an angel." She hissed. "Now get the fuck away from me. I'm sorry about last night but I'm pretty damn sure it doesn't warrant this."
He let go of her, his wings falling back to let her out. "It wasn't the night so much that disturbed me so much as it was… how he was. I've never seen him so… vulnerable before."
She moved to the other side of the room, sitting down on her bed and letting her wings out. She examined them, pulling out the few bent feathers before replying. "From what I've heard, he's been through some major trauma. A broken soul of sorts."
Bastion ran over the events one more time, unable to hold back from adding, "From what I've seen, he has major trust issues."
"Betrayed by someone he thought he could trust." She returned, looking up at him. "It'll take a while to break through that. Longer if you hurt him."
"I haven't hurt him!" he protested, then realized what she was implying. "And I don't like him like that, dammit!"
A small smile found its way to her face. "I was just warning you." She eyed his outfit. "And you may want to go change if you want breakfast. It'll be too late if we wait much longer."
He blushed, remembering who the jeans' true owner was. "All right." He paused, biting his lip. "I'm sorry about earlier. I just… lost my temper is all."
Her smile grew some. "It's all right." She gently closed her wings back against her back, wincing slightly. "I've had worse."
He winced with her, gathering up his uniform and heading towards the bathroom to change. "Sorry," he murmured again, gently shutting the door behind him.
She bit back a hiss of pain as she pulled her jacket on. But, as she'd said, she'd had worse. She grabbed a few ibuprophin and swallowed them dry. She grabbed her sketch of Zane off the desk, managing to put it in a drawer just as Bastion came out. She grinned at him. "Ready for some food? I'm starving."
He nodded. "That is," he teased, "if there's any left after Jaden's been through."
Syrus pulled his jacket on. "C'mon, Jaden. We're gonna be late." He remained exceptionally gentle with the brunet after the previous night's ordeal.
"But Syruuuuus, I don't wanna put my jacket on!" the taller whined, not wanting to hide his wings again. He hated how the cloth confined his appendages, well-used to being free and able to do whatever he wanted with them.
"I'm sorry, Jaden but you have to. If they see your wings, they'll take you away."
The demon scoffed. "I'd like to see them try," he growled, black feathers fluffing out at the prospect of a challenge.
"No." Syrus said gently. "Let's try to keep violence out of the equation as long as we can."
"Fine," he pouted. "Only because you asked me to, Sy."
"Thank you." The smaller boy said, grabbing the brunet's hand. "But seriously, we're gonna be late."
Jaden shrugged on his jacket, buttoning it up. "I don't quite understand why we're going to class," he muttered to himself. "I mean, I'm just going to sleep my way through it, so what's the point?"
"You can't stay here unless you go to class."
The demon sighed. "I guess I'm going then," he grumbled. "After all, I can't afford to leave you alone, now can I?"
Syrus paled at the thought. "No. You can't."
Jaden chuckled, pulling the smaller in close and nuzzling his hair. "Come on, now, I'm not going anywhere." A loud growling followed his words, causing him to amend his statement. "Except maybe to breakfast, I'm hungry."
"Let's go." Syrus laughed.
Zane yawned tiredly as he strode into the room he shared with Chazz, barely managing to close the door behind him before the other demon was on top of him, pinning him to the wall alongside with his large black wings preventing any possible escape. "I'm hungry, Zane," the Princeton purred, his mouth nipping at junction of the Truesdale's neck and shoulder. "Let me drink a little?"
Zane stiffened in surprise, swallowing hard. "Yeah. Sure." Chazz leaned in a little before a hand pushed him back slightly. "Let me take my shirt off first," he answered to the question in the other's gaze, pulling off his shirt and throwing it onto his bed. "It isn't mine."
"Now," the vampiric demon replied huskily, "where were we?"
"Mmm..." Zane hummed, surprisingly aroused by the whole situation. But then his heat was so close, anything could set him off. They both knew that.
Chazz could scent that arousal in the pheromones the other was giving off, and it was having an effect on him as well. "Do you want this to be a simple feeding?" he asked, trailing his tongue over the other's jugular vein, "or do you want a little more out of it, Truesdale?"
"Nnnh." The other demon groaned, squirming, voice coming out as a short hiss. "More."
"As you wish," the smaller purred, nibbling his way down the other's torso. His hand snaked down, grabbing the other's crotch and causing a hiss in response.
"Pants off," Zane growled, not wanting his pants to be covered in his own mess.
"Of course," Chazz replied, harshly shoving the fabric down out of the way and nipping harshly at the expanse of skin presented to him. Zane winced at the pain, but he let the other's stroking distract him, the suckling on his neck arouse him. The moments seemed to drag on and on, but finally, at one particularly harsh suck that impaled fangs in his neck once more, he came with a small yelp and an arch into the hand holding him.
"That was… good… Chazz," he panted.
The vampire smirked, blood around his mouth, and brought his hand up to lap the cum on his palm. "I always am."
Die: I know, some of this contradicts what was said earlier, but you know what, that problem's only going to get worse as the story progresses, so I'm going to make no effort to change it.
Zane: ... On behalf of the two authoresses, I would like to thank everyone who's already reviewed and offer some drawings of Cienna's for those of you who do review now. Or at least, if she co-operates anyway.
Syrus: If not, we'll just steal some of Jaden's breakfast.
Jaden: *eyes go wide as he grabs food* MINE! *runs off*
Die: *smiles* Until next time!