Die: *sighs*
Jaden: What's wrong Die-chan?
Die: Oh, Cali's really depressed right now, so we aren't getting anything done... I wouldn't even be updating if we didn't have somewhere around chapter 30 written out on my computer...
Chazz: ... You mean there's THIRTY chapters of this shit?
Bastion: ... Apparently so.
Die: More than 30, we've still got the epic conclusion then a sequel idea's buzzing around in my head...
Chazz: That's it, I'm out of here! *storms off*
Syrus: Neither Black Die nor Cali own Yu-Gi-Oh! GX!
Chapter Nine: Holy Admittance
Cienna heard Chazz's yelling from several yards away, a smirk coming to life on her face. She clutched the feather in her hand tighter. Peeking around the corner, she saw that the guards had left their posts to deal with the disturbance. "Thanks Princeton." She muttered. She sighed, sliding through the open door as best she could. Running up the stairs and trying the door, she found that it was unlocked. She shimmied in and closed the door behind her.
Zane's jaw was locked, his eyes closed and breathing even as he tried to restrain himself from touching himself. He would have done it except that, with his heat, there was no real relief brought through masturbating, only more warmth. Sadly, Chazz's words and the lingering scent of his pheromones were making that task rather hard, so his chest was heaving as he tried to calm himself with little success.
"Zane? Is this a bad time?" She asked quietly, stepping closer to his bed.
His eyes opened quickly in shock, but he was glad they did because it gave him something to focus on. He gave her an uneasy smile. "Not really, but no time's really going to be all that much better so long as this twice-damned heat is going, so please, by all means, stay."
She smiled hesitantly. "I um, have something I need to talk to you about." She bit her lip, shifting the hand that held his feather behind her back.
"What is it, tenshi? I promise I'll answer you as fully and honestly as I can."
She pulled the feather from behind her back, rotating it between her fingers and gazing at it for a moment. Her gaze leveled with his. "Why did you give me this?" Her canines dug into her lip again. "I overheard Chazz telling Bastion what it means and... I need an answer."
He bit his lip now, debating. He wanted to tell her, he really did, but he didn't want her to leave him because of how he felt, and he didn't want to hurt her by leaping forward into a relationship now, while he wasn't in his right mind. "Because I care for you," he answered, looking away as he weighed the pros and cons of telling her more.
She let a small smile free, moving just a bit closer. "There's more to giving away feathers than that."
"You're the first person I ever felt something for that was more than simply wanting to bed you and be done with it," he confessed. "At first, I tried ignoring you to see if it would go away, but it wouldn't. Then, I tried treating you like one of my other… acquisitions, only you turned into… something more. I didn't want you to be just a plaything, especially for another demon. So while it was earlier than when I'd planned to give you a feather to keep you safe for when the heat came, I let you keep it anyway because it was just us and I was afraid I wouldn't get a chance to give you another one."
She exhaled sharply, fighting down every instinct that told her to throw herself across the room and kiss him. The midnight feather rested in her palm, pristine. "What does that make us?"
"Ask me that again when this fucking heat is over," he groaned, knowing her scent was driving him crazy and making him want to simply declare her his mate and start ravishing her on the bed. "For the moment, though, we can be whatever it is you want us to be."
By way of answering, she graced him with a smile. "Lucifer and I fought about you last night..."
"Did you now?" he asked. "I should hope you won, my kentouchigaino tenshi."
"No one won, really." She replied, smile growing. "Gabriel intervened."
"Tell me about it," he asked, settling in to attentively listen to her story.
Chazz was rather pissed off that the damn teachers wouldn't let him leave the fucking dorms. He wanted a dominate, fuckdammit, and while Zane was plenty dominate, the other male also happened to be the one both unwilling to actually screw him and tied down at the moment for some reason he couldn't quite recall in his lust-hazed mind, and since he didn't want to fuck himself on someone else's dick, that left him either to take care of the matter himself, something he knew was an impossible task in his current state, something he learned not through lack of trying, or hunt down the source of the delicious scent clinging to his feathers and mate with it. Naturally, he chose the second one.
His black wings were surprisingly strong considering that he naturally fell into a submissive position on these days, the bone easily snapping the black chain they'd put on the windows before the week began to keep the demons contained inside their own dorms when they'd entered heat. Growling as he plucked each individual strand of chain from his midnight-feathered bone, the demon threw open his window and himself out into the cool air, his large wings catching himself easily as he fell down towards the ground, gliding over to the Ra dormitory.
Luck was on his side, for when he reached the window that smelt strongly of the scent, the only inhabitant of the room was a male with short black hair and slate-gray eyes. The demon purred at the sight, feeling his arousal growing even more at the power hidden in those shoulders and what he could gleam of the torso through the yellow jacket in the way. The male looked over at him in shock, eyes widening. "Chazz!" he yelped, running over to the window. "You aren't supposed to be here!"
"Open the window, angel," he replied huskily. "Let me in."
Bastion bit his lip. "The teachers said we weren't supposed to let any demons into our room this week, no exceptions."
Chazz smiled darkly, spreading his hands wide. "Whoever said they had to find out?" he asked, a seductive hint of fang in his mouth. "Besides, it's not as if I won't do any harm being in with you."
Bastion sighed, relenting since the demon seemed so insistent on this and opening the window, only for the demon to spring through the opening and onto Bastion's chest, knocking them both onto the floor and nipping affectionately yet lightly on the neck presented before him. "What the bloody hell are you doing, Chazz?" he demanded, his hands flying up to push on that slender chest before him.
The vampiric demon purred at the attention, his wings shuddering in pleasure at the strong touch. "What does it look like?" he asked, his eyes half-lidded. "I'm in heat and want to rut with you."
That slight shift of those wonderfully soft feathers brought the slightest whiff of the arousing pheromones being emitted from the demon, and Bastion's eyes widened as he felt himself stirring to life. "Bloody hell," he groaned, barely restraining himself from ravishing the other right here and now, "no wonder the teachers don't want you demons around the others."
The Princeton smirked, taking advantage of his unrestrained hips to grind his erection into the counterpart on the angel, earning himself a breathy moan. "Yes," he replied, his fangs teasing his pale lips, "they don't want us mating on campus." He paused for a moment, shifting his ass slightly in a motion that had Bastion coughing up a choked moan. "As if they think that's going to stop the Chazz," he scoffed, his eyes having turned into smoldering black fire with the force of the passion burning through his body.
"By all rights it should," the angel replied, "but gods if I'm going to complain." With a single push of his wings against the laminate floor, he flipped them over, the demon spreading his dark wings out and accepting the change in orientation easily, and slammed their mouths together. The demon moved his hands to the angel's shirt, content to rip the fabric standing in the way of that beautiful chest and relocating his mouth down to a breastbone when his target entered his vision. "Chazz!" the angel moaned, tossing his head back in abandon at such a feeling and the rush of endorphins left in the Princeton's wake. His hands scrabbled at the other's boxers, wanting the contact of flesh on flesh even as the pale minx in his arms wriggled about so that he could disrobe the other as well.
Chazz licked his lips at the sight of Bastion's erection, already wanting that cock stroking his innards and ridding him of this ridiculous heat building inside him. Deciding he rather didn't want to deal with excessive pain this time, he swooped down on Bastion, his tongue sweeping over sensitized flesh. The angel groaned, bucking his hips up into the unprotesting warmth, but the pleasure was over all too soon, its source having drawn back with a smirk. "Not to ruin the fun, angel," he chuckled darkly, "but I'd rather jump to the main event, wouldn't you?"
Bastion didn't answer him verbally, instead scooping the demon up into his arms and depositing them both onto the bed. He'd just been intending on laying his body atop Chazz's, but the demon was faster, twisting his hips at the last moment so that instead the angel ended up penetrating the ass that hadn't been stretched any more than what the demon would give himself to reach his prostate when he was masturbating. The angel froze in shock, not wanting to hurt his partner, but the demon had no such restrictions, thrusting his hips up into the cradle the other had made for him. At that, he lost all sense of control, thrusting without rhythm or reason, earning himself moans and pants from the creature beneath him. He couldn't help breathing out the name. "Chazz, oh gods, so fucking tight."
"Bastion, fucking gods, harder, faster, dammit!" Black wings thrashed with the tension, wanting to draw it out as he drew closer and closer with the drives to that sensitive bundle of nerves in his ass before he stiffened, his wings driving him up a foot or two from the bed as he came, his tightening ass forcing Bastion's release from him as well. The pair panted there on the bed, sated and Bastion couldn't help but notice that, in the heat of the moment, he had set them down on Cienna's bed instead of his own. Suddenly, Chazz rolled around, smirking dangerously. "Ready for round two?" he purred, flashing his fangs, and so it began all over again…
Cienna grinned to herself as she walked back to the dorm. Hopefully one more day... "One more day." She whispered, gazing down at the inky feather in her hand. She set a hand on the doorknob, opening it without much attention. The noises coming from the room, however, caught her. Eyes lifting up, she went slack-jawed. "Oh... oh my god." She grabbed a bag hanging on a hook near the door—thankfully stuffed with a new uniform and other such necessities, slammed the door shut behind her, and made her way to the Slipher dorm.
She knocked on Jaden and Syrus's hard, face ashen, eyes locked on the feather. Syrus was the one to open it, looking sleepy. "Cienna?" he asked groggily, blinking. "What're you doing here?"
"Cienna?" Jaden chirped, perking up. He too had been awakened by the knocking, but the difference was, the brunet was so much more energized to see his friend. "OHMIFREAKINGGODS, CIENNA'S GONNA HAVE A SLEEPOVER WITH US!" Black-feathered wings fluttered happily, shedding feathers all over his bed.
"If you don't mind." She said, smiling apologetically at Syrus. "My room is... currently occupied." She flushed, wincing at the images barraging her mind. They're on my bed. Bastion is SO washing those sheets.
"Of course," the blue-haired boy replied, moving to the side to let her in. "You can have my bed, I'll sleep up with Jaden."
"YAY SLEEPOVER!" The demon bounced up and down on the bed, still ignoring the way his dark feathers were getting everywhere.
Syrus rolled his eyes. "Honestly, Jaden, could you calm down please? You're losing feathers, and I'm running out of places to put them all!"
She gripped the feather in her hand tighter, suddenly terrified she'd lose it amomg Jaden's. "Please calm down, Kid."
"Heeeeey," the taller boy said. "How did you get one of my feathers?" His green eyes went wide. "Did you steal it from Sy when he wasn't looking?"
She clenched her jaw. "It's not yours, Jaden."
"Really?" The brunet cocked his head to the side. "Then who's is it?"
"Jaden!" Syrus scolded. "Cienna doesn't have to tell you if she doesn't want to. It's late and she likely wants to go to bed!"
She sighed, shaking her head. "He'll bother me until I tell him." She took a deep breath. "It's Zane's."
Syrus stiffened, but it was Jaden who said the "HOLY SHIT, WHAT THE FUCKING HELL?" that was obviously in the bluenet's mind.
She faltered, looking up confusedly before hardening her expression. "What exactly is the problem, Jaden?"
The demon's feathers bristled as he used his wings to pull Syrus to his chest protectively. "The guy's an ass," he stated firmly, the shrouding his dark wings took over the smaller proof enough that he was referring to something in the past that had been done to the angel.
She frowned, running her fingers along the feather. "He's not that bad."
"Cienna, he killed people and physically abused Syrus!"
Her eyes widened. "He what?"
"Jaden, I told you not to tell anybody!" the blue-haired boy scolded tearfully. "And yes, he did. After he fell, he turned… completely dark. It took me a long time to get him to the point where he was in a respectable enough state to come to Haven, and even then he wasn't in a good place. For the longest time he… would hit me whenever I'd try to stop him." Tears shone in his mercury eyes before he buried his face in Jaden's shirt.
"Oh Syrus," she murmured, immediately feeling like she was being ripped apart. Part of her was committed to Zane and what could be, but the other part of her knew that abusing people wasn't right—no matter the intention. Confused tears started in her eyes. "I didn't know. I..."
"Don't be sorry," he murmured, peeking out through a gap in Jaden's black feathers. "He hasn't done it in a long time, and besides, he seems… happier recently. I know that when he was with Chazz, he would be gone at odd hours and constantly seemed frustrated, but lately it's more like he puts on the indifferent air because it's his usual mask than because he actually doesn't care about what's happening around him."
Cienna wiped at her eyes, bleary eyes landing on the small boy. She was quiet for a moment, processing. And then she spoke, "Whatever changed... I'm glad it did."
He shrugged. "It only really happened once we got here, so I'd like to say that it's because he's happy to be around me again... but I don't think it's that. If I had to put a label on it… I'd say he's found his soulmate."
Could that be... me? "I hope she makes him happy." She said softly. "Whoever she is..."
"She already seems to be," he replied, nudging Jaden's shoulder. "Now come on, Jay, let's go to bed. I'm tired, and anyway, we have school tomorrow."
"Yeah..." She muttered, curling around fingers around the feather again, staring down at it thoughtfully. "Thanks guys." She dug around in her bag for something more comfortable, coming up with a tank-top and pair of boxers. She laughed quietly. "This works, I guess."
The two didn't reply since they were already curled up tightly together, Syrus's head buried in the crook of Jaden's neck while the latter's black wings curled tightly and protectively around the former.
She smiled fondly at the sight. They're soulmates, obviously. Her heart clenched at the words, a small tear still ripped down the middle at the information she'd received. She tucked Zane's feather under her pillow, changed, and crawled into Syrus's bed. Her fingers scrabbled under the pillow for the comforting velvet appendage. "Goodnight Zane." She whispered. And her new mantra. "Just one more day." Then my questions will get answered.
Bastion gasped as Chazz sat up, obviously wanting yet another round. Holy fuck, when those accounts said a demon's heat made them extremely horny, they weren't messing around! His wings pushed forward a cushion of air instinctively as the other came near, where to his surprise, the demon paused, a strange expression crossing his pale face. "Huh," the Princeton muttered, his dark wings snapping shut, "who would have guessed that an angel's bastard would have the power to push back a demon's heat?"
"Wait... what?" Bastion wasn't sure he heard the demon correctly.
"What you did just now," he explained. "Your wings buffeted a pheromone towards me that counteracted my own and at least brought me out of the lust-haze of the heat, even if it's likely only temporary."
"Okay..." Bastion murmured, at a loss for what else to say.
The black-haired male averted his gaze, instead letting the posters on the wall beside them carry his interest for a long moment. "Do you regret what we did?"
"No. Do you?"
"Right now, no," he murmured quietly. "Later, though, I likely will."
Bastion extended an arm towards the demon, "Why?"
"Everyone wants a piece of the Princeton name and fortune," he answered softly, wings wrapping around himself as he played his pale fingers along the feathered bone. "Being in my… position, if you will, means that I'm viewed as weak, which is a liability. I cannot afford to be weak, so I do not take up with this side of my nature since every time I do, I get it thrown back in my face. Even Zane, the most accepting of this side of me, degrades me every time I go to him for help."
The angel listened attentively. "What makes you think I'll be the same as the others?"
"Because a Princeton demon should submit to none, even in the matters of the bedroom," he stated coldly. "And what's worse, it should not be done to anything even remotely holy." His wings bristled for a moment under his spidery fingers before he pressed them back with a sweeping touch. "Besides, my life has been one big whirlwind of betrayal and hurt, what's one more to add to my growing tally?"
"If you go through life thinking like that, it's no mystery that you've had so much hurt." Bastion muttered gently.
Obsidian eyes narrowed in sudden anger as Chazz suddenly rolled over, pinning Bastion to the bed. Dark wings pushed down hard on their pristine counterparts, the same as the demon utilized his slender, lithe body to trap the larger one beneath him. "Fuck you!" he hissed. "You have no idea how much suffering I've been through to get where I am today! I gave up everything I had to try to be happy, and for what? To be patronized by some angel bastard?" He shoved himself away, stalking towards the door and snatching up his boxers where he'd abandoned them on the floor. "Fuck this, I'm going to go back to my dorm. Zane may be an ass, but at least he doesn't care what the fuck I've been through and doesn't try to press the wound any deeper than it already is."
"Chazz!" Bastion scrambled after him. "That's not what I was trying to say!"
He paused, his hand on the brass doorknob, wings stiff with each and every feather bristling and visible. "What did you mean then, Misawa?" He almost wanted to hate himself for daring to hope that the other wasn't going to just add his own scar on Chazz's weak heart, but he couldn't quite quash that slight flickering of faint hope he placed in the angel.
"I meant," the angel began, "that if you spend your life holding the wrongs done to you so close to your heart, it makes it much easier to hurt it again. Some things just... have to be held at arms' length, no matter how hard."
A wry chuckle met his ears, something that was full of pity and scorn both at the same time. "You try holding something at arms' length when you see the evidence every time you look in a fucking mirror, Misawa."
"It's not supposed to be easy." He held back any reaction to the scorn, determined to stay on the topic at hand.
Chazz opened his mouth to retort 'Yeah, well, you try falling from an angel by being raped by your two older brothers, one of whom was an angel at the time, and then come back and tell me about easy!' but he found himself choking on the words, not wanting to other to know exactly how dirty and used he was yet. Surely he must have some idea that Chazz wasn't a virgin, the way he was with Zane spoke volumes about his promiscuality, but he just could not bring himself to vocalize it yet. Instead, he wet his lips and whispered, "I'm so damn tired, Misawa. I'm damn tired of having to fight it away on my own…"
"You don't have to be on your own anymore. Not if you want someone to be there." The Ra student took a few steps closer.
"No one would pick me up the next time I fall down," Chazz confessed quietly, wings hunching closer. "I've been powering along on my own for so long that everyone I once had has either abandoned me or been pushed away. Zane's the closest thing to what I would call a friend, but modern society would declare he's more of a fuck buddy, and they're right. If Zane knew exactly how weak I was, he'd likely spit on me and kick me in the ribs before he turned around and walked away."
A few steps closer. "I wasn't referring to them."
"Who were you referring to then?" he asked warily, still expecting to hear a 'fuck off' from the angel.
"Myself." He said quietly. "I'd be perfectly happy to pick you up after a fall."
Chazz let out a wail, spinning on his heel and throwing himself into Bastion's arms, sobbing into the angel's strong chest. He hated himself for losing control so completely, the ability of being able to dictate what went on in his life was what soothed him and had gotten him over the craving of contact that he'd developed after his rape, but the angel always seemed to bring out this side of him.
"Shhhh." The angel soothed. "You're not alone anymore. I've got you. I'll keep you safe." He could tell Chazz's trust was fragile, so he would not push the demon any further tonight, instead sweeping the smaller up into his arms and laying them both down in his bed, curling both his arms and his white wings around the Obelisk. He lay there, petting the ebony strands of hair soothingly until they both succumbed to sleep, having been worn out from the copious amounts of love-making and the drama they'd had to sit through.
Zane looked up from where he was tied to the bed and frowned. He regretted sending Chazz away now, when there was no one to relieve his heat on, but he was left to merely growl out curses under his breath. Where the smaller demon had gone, he didn't know, but wherever it was, Chazz must have been getting some damn good sex out of it if he hadn't come back by now…
Green eyes opened at the feeling of something being not quite right, black wings tensing protectively in their position over the little angel curled against his chest. Jaden sat up, eyes scanning the dark warily. Sure, he knew that the entire Slipher dorm was covered in protective spells and enchantments, some of which laid down by Syrus himself, but he couldn't help but feel something was wrong.
Cienna woke to the feeling of a familiar soul drifting through the room. Gabriel? She thought quietly. God, I hope Jaden doesn't wake up right now. She sat up, reaching out with her mind, probing for her father. Dad? What are you doing here?
Where is he? the voice replied softly, beseechingly. I know he is here, I can feel him, yet at the same time, he is not…
She tugged her lip between her teeth. Syrus? He's one bunk up... With Jaden.
Not Syrus, was the whispered return. Lucifer.
Lucifer isn't here, Dad. She returned, pushing the blankets away and throwing her legs over the side of the bed, feather still clutched in her hand. I would've felt him.
"No," a familiar voice answered in a way that was unfamiliar to them. "I can sense him… Luci…"
"Syrus?" Jaden ventured tentatively, staring with wide green eyes at the jerky movements of the boy in his embrace.
"Not Syrus," he corrected. "Gabriel."
"Dad!" Cienna hissed. "What the hell are you doing?"
He smiled at her, bouncing out of Jaden's weak embrace and into her lap. "Searching for my Luci, silly!" He nuzzled her chin contentedly, his white wings fluttering behind him. "It's good to see you again, sweetie! Tell me, how are you and that Zane fellow getting along? He misses you, you know."
She opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of water. After several moments of this, she found her voice. "Dad, you know it's great to see you." She smiled weakly. "Really, it is. But you can't just take over other people's bodies whenever you feel like it."
He waved aside her protests. "Please, it's my reincarnated body, I can take it over whenever the hell I want. Besides, I need to find Luci before he gets into any trouble."
"He?" Jaden shrieked, dark wings flapping agitatedly, but he was ignored.
"Oh yes, and I took a peek in at Zane. Damn, that's one fine choice of specimen you chose there, sweetie, but he's even finer for ignoring his heat to talk to you!" He waggled his eyebrows suggestively at her.
She clenched her jaw. "We're not talking about that right now, Daddy. But what's Lucifer getting himself into now?" She threw a sympathetic look at Jaden. "I'll explain all this later, Kid. I swear."
He shrugged. "I don't know, he said something about wanting to make sure the past didn't happen again. Anyway, did you hear the news?"
"Will Syrus be all right?" Jaden asked, obviously resisting the urge to just dart over there and scoop the blue-haired boy up into his arms.
To her father, she replied. "Yeah, I heard. And what the fuck does that mean, anyway?" She sighed and turned to her long-time friend. "He'll be fine. Trust me. I won't let Daddy do anything bad." At that, she shot her father a look.
He shot her an unrepentant smile. "You make it sound like I'm going to kill him before I leave." He turned his gaze back to the brunet, who was now picking at his wings forlornly, wincing every time he accidentally pulled a feather loose and discarded it to the bed. "And it's a long story, one I don't really want to tell you."
"Dad." She groaned. "Tell me what's going on. If Lucifer gets into trouble, who knows what'll happen?" She turned her gaze to Jaden, catching his wrist. "Stop, Jaden. He's going to be fine. I promise."
"Easy for you to say," he grumbled. "Your mate isn't the one who's being possessed by another person who's been dead for centuries."
"Well, you see, we kinda took two demon-angel relationships under our wing, so to speak, so that they'd avoid losing each other like Luci and I did. Lucifer picked your friend Bastion and his soulmate Chazz, while I picked-"
Suddenly, there was a strange demon girl with long black hair and ruby eyes entering the room, sitting herself down on a chair. "Hello there," she stated calmly. "My name is Branwen Ravenwood."
Die: Yay, I interjected my own character! *victory dances*
Zane: ... She found the sugar again, didn't she?
Jaden: *is acting like he's on crack*
Syrus: No. She's selling lollipops for a fundraiser.
Zane: Ah.
Bastion: Please review, it'll make Die update faster and (hopefully) get Cali writing again!
Jaden: WE'LL EVEN GIVE YOU THE CHANCE TO SPANK CHAZZ!
Bastion: ... Wait, what?
Die: Or Zane.
Zane: What are you talking about, woman?
Die: SO REVIEW! *throws sparkles into the air*