Die: I'm bored.
Chazz: Go bother someone who cares.
Die: ... *turns to Jaden* I'm bored.
Jaden: ... Let's go bother Chazz.
Die: Okay!
Chazz: *eye twitches as the two start annoying him* Neither of the two authors own Yu-Gi-Oh! GX.
Chapter Seven: Holy Prince
Cienna and Bastion entered the food hall a moment or so before Jaden and Syrus. The former two were perfectly content with their silence, and Syrus would have been, but Jaden was talking—not as much as usual, mind you, but still more than your average person. Cienna threw a rather content smile over her shoulder at them, in a much better mood than the day before. "Morning boys."
Jaden smiled at her, bouncing at the end of the grip he and Syrus shared through their clasped hands that served as a rather effective leash. "Morning? Why isn't it a good morning, huh? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?"
Her smile lasted—a rather rare occurrence that early in the morning—and she laughed. "Do I ever say 'good morning', Jaden?" Bastion, in contrast to Cienna's lasting calm, looked rather ready to strangle the hyper-active boy.
He cocked his head, thinking about it. "I think you did, once, when we were thirteen," he answered, looking gleeful for having remembered such a fact. "Besides, it's a good morning, about half of the Obelisk Blues aren't here to annoy us!"
"I'm surprised you remember that." She chuckled, nodding. "But it is a good morning."
"I'll say," Chazz said, leaning against the wall with an unreadable expression on his face. "Zane isn't here to ruin it."
A shadow fell across her face instantly, though she fought it down and forced a content expression onto her face. "I take it the next few days are Zane-free?"
"Yep," he answered casually. "But don't worry, I'll be here to take his place for the next two."
Syrus frowned. "Where is my brother and why will you only be here for two days when Cienna seems to think he'll be gone for longer?"
"It's nothing bad." Cienna said hurriedly. "And it's really none of our business."
"Besides, hobbit," the demon continued, lazily running a hand through one of his black wings to pull out a broken feather or two, "I'm pretty sure your brain would explode if you were to know exactly what he was doing this week."
Cienna's cheeks flushed a vibrant shade of red. "Yeah. You don't want to know. Trust me, Syrus."
"Okay," the blue-haired boy replied, turning to Jaden with a smile. "Shall we go get some food?"
The brunet's green eyes widened. "Food!" he replied eagerly, dragging the smaller Slipher behind him to the kitchen area, Bastion following at a slower pace.
Chazz smirked at her expression, glad he didn't have to wait so long to give her his reply about the whole situation. "Jealous, Oliver?" he asked, letting a single fang show from beneath his lips. "I'm the one, after all, who will be with him during this week."
She flinched—whether from the sight of the fangs or the meaning of his words, she wasn't sure herself. She made every attempt possible to keep her face straight. "No."
He leaned in closer. "Would it upset you to know that he's taken me?" he asked, the slight points of his fangs flashing as he spoke. "Would it upset you to know that it turns him on to watch me lap up his cum from where it's spread across my bare palm?"
She struggled for a straight face. "You're an ass, Princeton. So if you'd kindly get out of my way and allow me to join my friends, I'd really appreciate it."
He shrugged, moving aside but making it clear he would not be leaving her side until she was back on the grounds of her own dorm once more. "Demons are rather promiscuous creatures until they mate, Oliver. I was merely making certain you were aware of the fact before you proceeded any further into a relationship with one." From the way he held himself, it was clear that he had never had to do something like this before because the other demon had never shown more than a passing interest in someone as a prospective mate before, not other than Chazz himself, who knew he was more of a lover than a mate and had long since become both accustomed to and content with the position.
"Do you honestly feel the need to shadow me?" She glowered, ignoring his previous statements. "I'd really rather you didn't."
He shrugged again, unaffected of her critical mood. "I'd rather I didn't as well, but Zane requested it of me at some point between when he was letting me suck his blood off and when he was begging me to just suck him off." Besides, this way I get to be closer to the Nephilium without needing an excuse like swordplay… not that swordplay is ever an excuse. He couldn't contain a light shiver at how the other male's body had felt against his own the other day. The hardness of those muscles was enough to make him, someone who was extremely comfortable with his bisexual nature and even openly admitting he preferred males to females, begin to desire the half-blood.
Her glower darkened, muttering to herself, "This is bullshit. I can take care of myself." But she grabbed a plate, piling it high with pancakes and drowning those in syrup. She had to stretch a bit for the bowl of fruit, noting with relative enjoyment that her shoulders weren't sore anymore. However, by the looks of it, the day was gonna be suckish. Screw what I said to Jaden. Today sucks ass. With a rather unhappy expression, she dragged herself over to the table and sat down next to Jaden, pulling a bag of Cheetos from her purse and dropping it on his plate. "Merry Christmas, Kid."
He made a face, pushing them away to fall back on his bacon again. Chazz didn't have anything in front of him, instead he sat there playing with an apple he'd snagged from the kitchen area and letting his black eyes warily scan the crowd of students, his midnight wings propping him up against the table in a feat of impressive strength and power from the slender appendages.
Cienna, though she knew the cause, still couldn't help but stare at the abandoned snack hopelessly. This isn't even Jaden anymore. I've spent years giving him Cheetos... A sigh escaped her lips, a frown tugging them downward. She stared down at her pancakes for a moment, then pushed them away. "If anyone wants them, feel free. If not, they're going in the trash."
Syrus took them, picking lightly at the fluffy cakes before Jaden wolfed them down too. "You should eat," Bastion advised, finding it a hard task to rip his eyes away from Chazz's wings and the curve of his back. "You'll need your strength for today if you don't want to fall asleep in class like these two."
"Hey!" Jaden protested through a mouth of pancake. "I didn't fall asleep all yesterday!"
"Not hungry." She murmured. "Especially not for pancakes..."
Jaden paused in his eating, still with that same mouthful. "But you always eat pancakes for breakfast!" he replied, how the words came out without sounding muffled or warped remains a mystery to this day, though Bastion didn't comment about a possible answer as he had gone back to staring at the muscles in the demon's shoulders and wings.
"Yeah. I know. I'm just not hungry." She fished in her purse for a stick of gum, pulling one out with a semi-satisfied expression. "I'll be good with some gum."
"But-" Jaden began, only for Chazz to cut him off.
"Gods above, chew and swallow, then speak," the demon growled irritably, feathers bristling with his annoyance.
"As much as I hate to admit it, the asshole's right. We're not seven, Jaden."
The brunet pouted, swallowing. "Why are you so mean to me, Cienna?" he whined, turning to Syrus and burying his face in the soft blue locks.
She groaned. "Jaden, we've been like this for years. Calm down."
"Don't wanna," he replied childishly, making no attempt to change his position.
At least this is the same. She rolled her eyes, fiddling with her piercings and chewing her gum with more force than before.
The demon's wings twitched at the movement, and he tossed the apple he was holding onto the table, obviously not planning on eating it.
"Not hungry?" The half-breed raised her eyebrows.
"Not exactly," he answered. "The cafeteria just doesn't cater to what I crave right now, so I'll just have to wait."
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I'm going to have to thank God for that."
"Um, Cienna," Bastion murmured quietly, flushing, "I'm pretty sure Chazz was referring to his vampire side there." At the demon's glare, he explained, "I just noticed you usually take bloody meat with your meals when you eat, so I figured you like drinking blood."
The girl shrugged. "Sure. Whatever."
Pharaoh slunk over then, placing a mouse at the demon's feet, to his disgust. "Get out of here, furball," the ebony-haired boy hissed, midnight eyes gleaming as he began to aim his foot towards the feline.
"Not necessary, Princeton." She knelt down and scooped the cat into her arms. "He's a sweet kitty. Reminds me of home." The words NOT A KITTY! rang through her head. She forced down a laugh.
Chazz grabbed her around the wrist, dragging her away. "Come on," he growled. "You need to get to class now."
"Let go." She snarled, wrenching her wrist from his grip. "Fuck off."
His wings flared out. "I have to take care of you so that Zane will take care of mine," he growled, fangs lengthening in his mouth. "So just shut the fuck up and deal with it."
"I don't need you to take care of me. Just leave me the hell alone and I won't tell him."
"Doesn't matter if you tell him or not, he'll be able to scent it on me."
"Who the hell is 'mine'?" Bastion asked, startling the infuriated pair.
"Not up to me to tell you." The girl said with a growl, glaring at the demon whose hand encircled her wrist as her stinger-tail jabbed at the air behind her. "I just want him the fuck away from me. I'll tell him I sent you away. I'll tell him whatever the hell it takes so he won't blame you, just get the hell away from me. You're a narcissistic asshole and I don't really want you around, honestly."
"What you don't understand is this, Oliver," he hissed, dark feathers still bristling with annoyance and agitation. "Even in his… current state, I still see him every day after class ends. I stay in the same room with him from when the bell rings for school to end until I wake up in the morning and go to breakfast. He will be able to scent you all over me, and if he doesn't, he'll likely break his chains and then go for me. It's only in the unlikely event he then makes it past the heightened security that he will see you."
She could barely contain her anger. "Then do me a favor. A) Keep your damn hands off of me. And B) Keep your snide marks to yourself. Act as if it's any other day and you can ignore my remarks as you wish. I'm fucking tired of hearing your voice and we haven't even gotten to class yet."
He smirked. "Very well," he answered, sweeping her a sarcastic bow. "I was going to take you to visit him, but if that's how you want me to act…"
She paled. "I…never mind…" She sighed. "Please, feel free to be an ass."
"That's what I thought."
She glared at him. "…I hope you die in hell."
He shrugged, folding his dark wings against his back again. "Been there, done that. It wasn't worth it." He looked smaller, more vulnerable than usual, and if his wings hadn't been pressed against himself, they likely would have been trembling.
Bastion watched him carefully, unable to act because of the publicity of the situation. Cienna noticed but made no comment on it. "Whatever. Let's just go to class."
The demon nodded, falling in behind her, remaining rather more subdued than usual. Bastion walked beside Chazz, subtly brushing his hand along the demon's. The youngest Princeton perked up slightly, staring after him in shock as if to wonder what his motive was for offering him comfort. The angel kept walking, moving a few feet ahead of the unhappy, but stuck, pair. He waved behind him. "See you in class."
Chazz wanted to run after him and wrap his wings around him so that he couldn't escape, but he restrained himself, instead trailing after the other. Perhaps, if he was lucky, he'd be able to sit beside the other and question him about what he'd just done.
She threw a look at Chazz. "How in hell is this going to work? Is he going to rape me if he breaks free? Are you sure this is even a good idea?"
"Relax, would you? I'm going to go in first and sit on him, then you're going to come in through the window. And if I thought it was a bad idea, trust me, I wouldn't have offered because I would have ended up losing protection over mine as well."
She sighed, shifting uneasily from one foot to another. "Fine. Just don't get us caught."
He gave her a crooked smile. "I won't. Just wait until the window is open before you fly up, okay?"
She blinked worriedly. "Is the whole thing dependant on me flying?"
"Um, it's not as if they're just going to let you into the Obelisk dorm when so many demons are in heat right now, and I'm certainly not carrying you myself." He caught himself, smirking with the tip of one fang peeking out from his lips. "That is, unless I get something out of it."
She rolled her eyes. "I'll figure something out, I guess…" Dammit, I can't give him anything he wants but I can't let anyone see my wings either. Fuckdammit Fuckdammit Fuckdammit!
"You'd better, I'm not going near a demon in heat when I'm not in heat for nothing." With that, he spun on his heel and began to walk away.
With a sigh, she moved towards their dorm window, eyeing the wall curiously. Oh this is going to be easy. Dad's given me enough lessons on scaling walls… Immediately, she started looking for possible foot-and-hand-holds, smiling as she found a pattern. More than easy, she decided, smirking at the wall victoriously as she made her way up.
"What took you so long, Oliver?" Chazz voiced lazily, his whole body splayed effortlessly across Zane's struggling one.
She glared at him. "I had to scale the wall." Her eyes fell to Zane, a small smile arriving on it. "Hi Zane."
"She isn't supposed to be here!" he growled, eyes burning and writhing harder against the vampire's. "The rules forbid it!"
"Since when has the Chazz listened to rules?" he replied, riding the bucking body with ease. "And I'd stop fighting, Truesdale, it's turning me on…"
Eyes only for Zane, she looked slightly hurt even though she understood his point. "If I need to go…"
He bit his lip, obviously debating whether or not he could control himself. Chazz, on the other hand, had no such doubts. "Oh stay, he'll enjoy it more, the prick."
She still looked uncertain. "I dunno… I don't want to make this harder for him than it has to be…"
"Suit yourself," the Princeton replied. "You do know that if you leave, I'm going to be grinding myself all over him while he's tied up." At Zane's furious glare, he added, "What? Do you really think I'm going to let such a golden opportunity pass, Truesdale?"
The girl's jaw clenched. "I think I'll stay…" She sat hesitantly on the floor under the windowsill, making it an easy escape route in case of emergency. "I um… don't really know what to say… since you're… tied up and… that kind of shit." A kind of lopsided nervous smile crossed her face.
He gave her a gentle smile, trying to ignore the burning lust inside him, not an easy task with Chazz constantly "fidgeting" on top of him. "Just talk," he answered. "It's a nice distraction."
She started on the first thing that came to mind. "Well, Parents' Day is coming up next week so you'll get to meet my family." She rolled her eyes. "That's going to be absolute hell if my dads come. You might like Father… Dad and Daddy, not so much."
"What are they like?" Zane asked, honestly curious.
"Yuck, talking about family," Chazz spat, getting up and sauntering towards the door. "I'm going to go find someone else to hang with, so in the meantime, Oliver, for your own safety, don't get too close to him and don't breathe in whatever his wings push your way."
Cienna watched him leave with wide eyes, honestly a bit worried. But for once, she took his advice, in fact, tucking herself further into the corner. She returned to Zane's question. "Well, Father's the most functional in day-to-day society. He's the nicest and closest to a normal dad. Daddy's an ex-thief. Fun to hang out with when he's not on a homicidal rampage with Dad… which of course brings me to Dad. Homicidal maniac, and least socially functional most of the time… Every now and then, he's all right." She shrugged. "I have no clue how my sister and I survived…"
"Sounds like a fun place to be," he chuckled, slowly moving onto the floor a ways beside her, lying on one wing and spreading the other over towards her. "You can sit on it," he murmured, gesturing to his free wing. "It won't bother me." He had been craving for her fingers to card through his dark feathers, but he wouldn't ask for it straight-out so that he didn't scare her or force her into something she was uncomfortable doing.
Uncertainty clouded her face again, though she hesitantly moved towards him, resting on it as gently as she could. "I guess you could say that. But when your father is the Demon King… things are complicated."
"Your father is the Demon King?" he asked, surprised and trying to resist bucking his wing up against her pleadingly. "I thought the man didn't have any kids."
She shrugged. "He doesn't have any biologically. None of them do." Absently, she trailed her fingers down the exposed part of his wing. "But he has to keep his home life away from work… that way we aren't targets. That's the only reason Jaden hasn't met him."
He shuddered at the touch, leaning into her fingers. "Interesting."
"Hey Misawa," Chazz announced, throwing himself bodily across the empty bed, which was obviously actually Bastion's since the blankets smelled so strongly of the angel.
Bastion looked in the demon's direction, surprise on his face. He turned his gaze back to the equations he was writing on the newly blank expanse of wall above Cienna's bed. "Um, hi?"
The Princeton chuckled. "You know, you should really be more careful of who you're letting into your room. For all you could have known, I might have been in heat and you wouldn't have known until we were lying there in the aftermath curled around each other… or until I started begging you for another round."
Bastion, face flushed, turned from the equations and capped the marker. He tried to keep a calm persona. "You would have been acting differently today if you were that close."
He shrugged. "I don't know… I've gone to business meetings and completed business as usual, then gone into heat a few hours later. Besides, the symptoms are only increased horniness, which isn't exactly broadcast to everyone."
The other male's flush deepened a bit. "Right. Well… anyway… Why are you here?"
"Your roommate went to go see mine, so I decided to come over here and stay with you for a while. It's nice to be able to stay in a room where the pheromones don't make me want to screw someone into the nearest stable surface."
Despite himself, that brought a question to mind. "Is it safe for her to be there?"
Chazz yawned, his wings drooping slightly. "Yeah, she's fine. Zane may be in heat, but his instincts to protect her are stronger than those are to rut with her."
The angel took that answer. "All right." He stared at the sleepy-eyed demon curiously. "Tired?"
He nodded. "Zane entered his heat late last night, and being there in the room with him always drives me up the wall. I've had enough experiences with him that his pheromones affect me more than they do anyone else."
"Sounds… fun."
Chazz just groaned. "Please, let me sleep. I haven't been able to since this whole thing began, and your room is too peaceful for me not to take advantage of it." His wings were already wrapped around him in the straight-jacket from before, his body balled up as much as it could in the situation.
"Sure. No problem." The angel decided it would be okay to stay on Cienna's side of the room for the time being. Until the half-breed returned and yelled at him for writing on her walls… Maaaaybe I should join him… So he closed the curtains and did so.
Cienna's fingers had fallen into a regular pace of stroking the demon's wing, taking a moment of thought in the comfortable silence. "You're sure it's okay that I'm here?"
Zane nodded, his eyes closed as he focused on her steady breathing rather than the forge inside him. "I can control myself."
A small smile found its way to her face. "Just let me know if I do need to." She murmured. "So… do you have any questions for me? About anything? Because I'm running out of ideas…"
"Not really," he replied. Holding onto his sanity when her skin was running through his sensitive feathers was a hard task, but he eagerly threw himself into it, wanting her to stay longer than he did rid himself of his unbearable heat.
A small sigh escaped her lips, seeing as she enjoyed the velvety texture of his feathers under her fingers almost as much as he seemed to love her petting them. "Mmm… I'm coming up short at this point." God, I want to kiss him… but I can't…
Zane pouted. "Why don't you tell me about your day then?" he asked, seriously needing something to divide his attention from his condition.
She smiled. "Chazz pissed me off. To the point of me begging him to leave me alone… but he wouldn't. Something about you not doing the same thing for Bastion."
He tensed underneath her. "He angered you, tenshi?" he growled, already planning his horrible vengeance.
Immediately, she made her petting more intentional. "Calm down, love. It's all right. I promise, it's all right." I really want to kiss you. I really want to… no. No. Don't go there. I need to get away… but I have to talk Zane out of his anger first.
"He agreed that you were to not to be annoyed this week," he ground out, his wing stiff under her hand. "I am going to kill him for that…"
She shook her head, defending the boy for some reason even she couldn't understand. "Zane, love, it's all right. I swear I'm fine." She ran a gentle hand through his hair, attempting to soothe him. "Really, I swear I'm fine." Leave it at that. Calm him down and leave. Right. That's the plan. That's okay.
He opened his eyes in surprise at the touch, thinking she never would have gotten that close to him. "Cienna…"
"Calm down." She said softly, fighting down the emotions that came with the situation. And the pheromones. God dammit he's sexy. I have to go soon or I'll be willing for him to screw me into a wall. Some of her internal struggle surfaced to her face.
He caught that struggle and yanked himself away, back to his bed. "Go," he instructed. "I'll leave him be since you asked me to, tenshi."
She struggled towards the window, body now fighting her mind, every instinct telling her throw herself at him and kiss him as hard as she could. Despite all this, she managed a small smile. "Thanks, love. And I'll see you when all this shit is over." With that, she forced herself over the windowsill and scaled down the wall.
Chazz squirmed about in bed, his wingtips jerking out to hit Bastion on his chest in his desperate attempt to hide from something only he could sense. The male jerked away in surprise for a moment, recognizing the symptoms from the previous week. He pulled the demon closer. "Shh. It's all right."
Black wings shot out to enclose him too in their embrace, their owner clinging as close to him as possible, almost as if he was hoping to hide himself inside the tanned flesh. The angel was less surprised than the first time, more aware of how to deal with this. He pet the jet-black hair soothingly, murmuring assurances. After a long moment, reluctant purring came from within his arms, followed by a relaxing of the body he held close. Bastion couldn't keep the smile from his face. "Shh, that's right. It's okay." He continued to stroke the dark hair, content.
And then the door opened to reveal a rather content Cienna. Her eyes instantly turned incredulous. "Whoa." She grinned. "It's about damn time."
"Don't say a word to him about it," he threatened, white wings coming around to gently hide part of the other in their pristine embrace.
She rolled her eyes and moved towards her bed. "I won't. I don't like the guy, but I'm not cruel. Pretentious assholes aren't on my list of people to completely humiliate." As her eyes landed on the wall, they widened. "What the hell did you do to my wall and where the fuck are my posters? I swear to God, if you did something to them you'll fucking regret it."
"I didn't do anything to them," he reassured her, refocusing his attention on the boy in his arms. "They're in your closet." Hiding a yawn with his hand, he put his head down on his pillow and fell asleep.
Cienna fell asleep around ten, dreaming of Zane. And… things. And then… she wasn't. "What the hell, Dad?" She groaned, looking around a set-up like the house she grew up in.
"Wrong father." Gabriel said with a comfortable laugh. "He won't be here for a while."
She rolled her eyes. "So what's the point?"
"Just a drop-by." Gabriel smiled.
"Regarding what?" She moved towards a chair in the far corner, the one that was usually inhabited by Yami.
"Your boyfriend. And his origins." Gabriel shifted uncomfortably.
She paled. "You joke. Please tell me you joke. I got this talk from Yami years ago."
"Yeah, but can you blame us for wanting to do it right, sweetie? After all, Yami was just in love with two perverts, he's never had the chance to actually have a decent boyfriend…"
The girl turned towards the new voice. "Hi Lucifer…." She sighed. "And Yami's not that bad. I love Father, Daddy, and Dad… in their own special way. They're actually decent fathers, you know. Besides, Zane's not going to try anything unless I'm okay with it anyway."
He growled, his dark wings flapping outwards. "We are having this conversation, young lady, and that's final!"
"What the hell, Lucifer! Why now? Why not when I was like, 12 and would have been perfectly fine with this conversation? Why when I have a boyfriend and can EFFing visualize everything you EFFing say?"
"You didn't have a boyfriend back then!"
"Yeah I know! THAT'S THE DAMN PROBLEM! I DON'T NEED YOU NARATING A FUCKING PORNO IN MY HEAD!"
"THAT'S IT, YOU'RE DEAD!" Lucifer yelled, diving across the table with the intent of strangling his daughter.
Gabriel launched himself in-between them. "That. Is. IT! Both of you, APOLOGIZE!"
"Hell no!" Cienna snapped.
"Are you out of you fucking mind?" The demon snapped. "I WASN'T THE ONE WHO DID ANYTHING!"
"Bullshit." The angel said. "You both pushed buttons. Now both of you, apologize."
Cienna caved first. "If I apologize, will you end this nightmare?" At the angel's grateful nod, she murmured. "Sorry Dad…"
"I'm not saying anything," the demon growled, then softened slightly at Gabriel's glare. "Will I get sex out of it if I apologize?"
"Maybe." The blond replied with a slightly less powerful glower.
"Then I'm sorry too."
"Yeah. See you tomorrow or something…" Cienna muttered, throwing a look at Gabriel. The angel waved the illusion of the house away and Cienna fell back into her dreams while her fathers were… well let's just say otherwise occupied…
Die: ... Nope, still bored.
Jaden: Me too.
Chazz: *has sought refuge in Bastion's room, which has a Jaden-proof lock*
Zane: ... Please review so that she'll stop annoying us.
Syrus: ... We'll give you Bastion feathers...
Die: OHMIRA, THE TRUESDALE BROTHERS ARE WORKING TOGETHER, IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD! *abandons Jaden to build a bomb shelter*
Jaden: ... *has fallen asleep on Syrus's head*
Syrus: WHY THE HELL DOES HE KEEP ON DOING THAT?
Zane: ... *walks off*