Die: Happy Turkey Day everybody!

Chazz: ...

Zane: ...

Jaden: *is wolfing down turkey* Mmm, Cali STILL procrastinates, so it's a good thing we have a lot of this stuff archived!

Chazz: ... I am so glad neither Cali nor Die own Yu-Gi-Oh! GX...

Zane: Agreed.

Die: HEY!

Chapter Eleven: Holy Instincts

Cienna grinned at Zane as they walked into his room. "I think we may have startled a few people at dinner... namely Jaden and Syrus. I could feel them burning holes in the back of my head after that kiss." She sat down on the edge of his bed, dropping her purse by the bed. "Speaking of which, I should probably go grab my bag from their room before they go to sleep..."

"Make sure you keep my feather handy," he whispered, dropping an affectionate kiss on her forehead. His wings were prickling uncomfortably at the aura further back in the dorm, one he recognized yet didn't at the same time. Branwen was likely only being restrained by Atticus, but the surfer couldn't hold her back forever. "I don't want anyone messing with you."

She smiled, pulling him down beside her and leaning into him. "I really doubt anyone will. And besides, I can hold my own against the assholes."

"It's not them I'm worried about, it's the ones in heat that I'm more concerned with."

She laughed quietly. "You worry too much. It won't kill me to have another demon hit on me."

He rolled his eyes. "Demons are possessive creatures by nature. You can't blame me for wanting to protect what's mine."

She laughed again, pressing herself closer. "I'm yours, am I?"

"Of course," he declared, eyes firm. "You couldn't get out of it if you tried, tenshi."

"Why would I?" She asked, lifting her eyes to meet his. A pretty, delicate smile grew on her face. "Although Parent's Day might change your mind about that."

He let out a growl. "I'd like to see it try."

She chuckled, tracing his jaw to bring his attention to her eyes. "Hey, chill out, Zane. I was just kidding."

He softened, caressing her cheek. "Go on now, tenshi. You don't want to risk the others knowing you're not going to be with them tonight, so you'd best go fetch your things."

"You're probably right." She sighed softly, pulling away from him with an intense sort of regret on her face. "I'll be right back."

Almost as soon as she left, the demon girl blew into his room, her eyes twin peaks of flames as she pinned him to the wall. He did not fight her. "You violated the terms of our contract, Truesdale," Branwen hissed, a slender black-scaled reptilian tail lashing behind her.

"Yes," he murmured, "but she's still with me."

"Ah, but not in public," she corrected, wagging a finger in his face. "And so for that, my gift leaves you." He let out a loud gasp, falling to his knees as the full force of his heat hit him, Branwen looking on impassively. "My apologies," she whispered softly, "but I cannot control my dark side anymore…" With that, she turned her back on him, walking away and closing the door behind her.

Cienna slid in through the door to Jaden and Syrus's room, trying to be inconspicuous and completely failing. She scrabbled across the room going for her bag as fast as possible.

"Hi there Cienna!" Jaden chirped, looking up from where he was playing with one of Syrus's charms.

"Uh, hi." She muttered, looking abashed.

"I thought you were going to stay the night here," Syrus pronounced confusedly.

"Uh yeah, about that..." She trailed off, unable to come up with a good excuse.

"She hates us!" Jaden cried, forgetting about what he was doing and burrowing his face into Syrus's blue hair.

"No! Of course I don't!" She cried out.

"So you're not abandoning us to go sleep with Zane?" he asked slyly, peeking out from the sky locks he had buried himself in.

"W-well..." She stuttered.

"Ha!" he laughed. "You owe me a kiss now, Sy!"

"What?" Her eyes wide.

"Jaden figured you were going to be sleeping with my brother later tonight," Syrus explained, blushing as a triumphant Jaden rested his chin on top of his head. "I didn't think so, so he had us make a wager, which you pretty much confirmed."

"Oh... Yeah, well..." She flushed.

"That's what you get for tangling with Jadenman!"

"JADEN, I ALREADY TOLD YOU, THAT SPIDER WASN'T RADIOACTIVE AND YOU DON'T HAVE SUPERPOWERS!"

Cienna sighed, grabbing her bag. "I should probably go."

"LIES, I TELL YOU, LIES! I CAN ALREADY FEEL MY SPIDER POWERS GROWING!"

"FOR THE LOVE OF GODS, JADEN, YOU'RE JUST WANTING ATTENTION AGAIN, AREN'T YOU?"

"… Oh my gods, how'd you know?"

"Bye guys..."

"Bye Cienna!"

"WAIT, YOU'RE LEAVING ME? NOOOOOOOOO!"

"GOOD GODS, JADEN, I'LL GIVE YOU ATTENTION!"

"YAAAAAA-" The door slammed shut on his cheering and victory dance, something that was likely very very very very good.

She made her way back to the dorm quickly, sliding in and leaning against the door. She turned, a smile on her face. "I'm back."

Zane lunged at her, pinning her to the door with his wings and body weight and kissing her as if someone had told him she was going to die in the next sixty seconds.

Surprised, confused even, she kissed him back. After a moment, she tried pushing him away. "Zane..." she said breathily. "What are you doing?"

"Don't know," he panted when he broke his mouth away, leaning his forehead against hers, "don't care." He went back in, his hands running along every part of her that he could reach.

Pushing him away, she ground out, "Zane, stop."

He yanked her with him, she falling on top of him to straddle his waist a little ways above his hips. "Can't," he groaned huskily.

She pushed herself away. "Dammit Zane! Stop!"

His wings instinctively thrashed at the air, blowing his scent towards her. He wanted her, and he was damn tired of waiting for her. She was about to scream, but as she breathed in, her expression changed. She crashed her lips to his. He moaned in delight, his tongue plundering her mouth for a long moment before he separated it from hers, nipping down her throat and her collar with his wings still occasionally beating the air to stir their combined pheromones around.

Bastion woke up smiling with Chazz in his arms. His grin widened as he ran his fingers through the demon's hair. The Obelisk stirred at the stroking, purring and shifting his head so that he could better gain attention from the other male. "Morning." The Ra said quietly.

The demon didn't answer, instead leaning forward and biting Bastion's jaw, the tight grip of his arms keeping the other from escaping until after he'd swallowed four or five mouthfuls, then he gently ran his tongue over the wound in order to heal it over.

"What was that for?" The angel asked quietly.

He didn't answer, instead, using his elongated fangs to break the skin of his lips and then pressing his bloody mouth to Bastion's, sticking a bleeding tongue into the angel's mouth. Generally unsure of what was going on, Bastion mostly just stayed still. Chazz suppressed a groan, pulling back and licking his mouth to heal the cut. "You were supposed to swallow that," he muttered darkly, obsidian eyes narrowed.

"Well sorry..." The angel muttered. "How the hell was I supposed to know?"

He brought his wrist to his mouth now, biting down so that he drew blood without even wincing in pain from the action. He held out the injury, his hand tilted back and his blood appearing black in its current pooling. "Drink."

Hesitantly, he did. Pressing his mouth to the wounded wrist and taking a few gulps. He was surprised at how nice it tasted, like chocolate, and he gulped down a few more, especially when he heard how the demon was purring, reaching out to stroke his hair in a soft encouragement. He pulled back, surprise in every corner of his face. "What the hell?"

Chazz shook his head, following him with his wrist. "Just a few more mouthfuls, angel," he whispered, eyes pleading silently.

He smiled slightly, lowering his lips to the open wound and drinking some of the life blood in. "Good, Bastion, good," the demon cooed for encouragement, pulling the other closer with his wings. "Just a little more."

Beginning to feel a little odd, he continued to drink as commanded. After a few more swallows, the Princeton pushed him back. "I'm sorry, angel, but I need a little more myself. Give me your wrist." Hesitantly, the angel pushed his wrist closer to the demon's face. Chazz pressed a gentle kiss to the tanned skin, his dark hair falling over the wrist and hand, before he sunk his fangs into the vein with a care that left it practically painless.

Bastion felt merely a small prick, and from there, a gentle tugging in his veins. All in all, it was actually a rather comfortable experience. "There," the demon murmured, lapping at the two punctures with his tongue. "Better?"

"Mm, yeah." He smiled softly. "Just one question."

"Hmm?" the other asked, not looking up from his task.

"What did we just do...?"

"I marked you as mine," Chazz answered, wings shifting a little guiltily. He didn't want to deal with the backlash of emotion associated with this kind of thing, but considering that he wouldn't have tied Bastion to him, he was willing to put up with it if it meant he had some means of protection from the other.

"As in... mates?"

He nodded, not meeting Bastion's slate-gray eyes.

There was an extended, tense pause. And then a small sigh. "Well all right then."

Chazz stared at him for a long moment before he lunged forward to kiss the angel passionately on the lips. When he finally pulled himself away, he gaze the other a sexy smirk with the tips of his fangs poking out. "But let's get one thing straight here, Misawa. I'm the seme here and I always will be, got it?"

The angel smiled back. "Whatever you say, Princeton."

Cienna woke up slowly, bleary and sore for some reason she couldn't fathom. She blinked, trying to clear her vision. Out of no where, before she even tried to recall them, the events of the previous night surged to her brain, attempting to pull a screech from her lips. Instead, she scrambled out of the bed as fast as she could, eyes wide, tears already pricking at the corners of her eyes. A rather loud sob escaped her lips.

Zane pushed himself upright slightly at the loss of his "teddy bear" and the loud screech. "Tenshi," he whispered softly.

She flinched back, rushing to grab her clothes, tears falling down her cheeks. "Wh- Did we-?" Panic filled her eyes, tears falling faster, body shaking with her sobs.

His wings drooped and he lowered his gaze, already knowing that her distress was his fault and that he could do little to alleviate it. "No," he answered monotonously, "we didn't officially mate last night."

She stuttered for something to say, pulling her clothes closer to her body. "I- I didn't want- I-"

"Just go, tenshi," he whispered, sounding tired and broken. "I'm not going to stop you."

She scrabbled to get her clothes on, hands shaking so hard that she could barely button her top. Slowly, the shaking stopped and the crying slowed, as if she was forcing it all down. With one hand on the door, she turned back to him. Resignedly, she informed him, "It's one thing if you're sure you want it, but when you're high on mutated pheromones, it's a different story entirely." With that, she left, shoulders shaking as she struggled to keep her sobs down.

She took off for the Slipher dorm, tears starting again, but this time with more power. She pounded on the door, voice shaking. "Sy? Jay? Please open the door."

Jaden recognized the voice, which was why he opened the door, but he did so rather warily, not quite used to the idea of Cienna, strong self-confident Cienna, with a wavering voice. Upon seeing her face, however, he swept her up into his embrace, slamming the door shut as he wrapped his dark wings around her soothingly.

She pressed her face into his chest, just completely let go. A strangled cry flew from her lips. Her arms wrapped around him as her knees collapsed. In short, she was the most vulnerable she'd ever been. "Oh Cienna, what happened?" he asked, picking her up like a two-year-old and carrying her over to the bed. He pulled her into his lap, tucking her head beneath his chin and stroking her hair soothingly as he kept his midnight feathers firmly wrapped around her.

She shook her head, "The pheromones..." She whispered.

At Jaden's glare, Syrus sighed and climbed up into her lap as well, resigning himself to playing the role of a fluffy teddy bear. The brunet wanted a better answer than some fancy word he couldn't understand, dammit!

She whimpered at the feeling of another person that close, paranoid of contact for the time being. She knew Syrus wouldn't hurt her, but then, he was also Zane's brother. She'd become scared. Weak. She curled herself closer to Jaden, a single phrase befalling her lips. "I don't know if I wanted it..."

Syrus's feet hit the floor, but it was not by his own volition. "I'll kill him!" a voice hissed, one that was not Syrus but instead Gabriel.

Cienna's head bobbed up at the words, eyes wide. "Daddy?" She whimpered, scrambling away from Jaden and towards the form of her father. New found tears sluiced down her face.

The angel spirit nodded, wings flapping agitatedly and spreading white feathers over the dorm room. "I can't believe Luci didn't do a thing to stop it!" he growled. "Oh, he is so sleeping on the couch tonight!"

"Daddy..." She said forlornly, climbing off Jaden's bunk and towards him. "Daddy, what do I do?"

He sighed, relaxing and hugging her, the scene rather strange since she was taller than he was. "Do you want me to tell you a secret?" he asked softly.

She nodded, pressing herself as close to the comfort he offered as she could. "Please..."

"When Lucifer lusted after me a few centuries before he ever admitted love," he confessed sheepishly, "he only mated with me so that he could use me in his plan, but do you want to know the real secret?"

She nodded, fighting down a giggle and wiping at the tears still falling from eyes. If there was one thing to say about Gabriel, it's that he was good at cheering up his daughter. "Yeah."

"I only hated him for the first century or two we were together."

She choked on her laughter, torn between laughing and crying again. She and Zane didn't have centuries. They didn't even have a century. They had the moment they stood in and she didn't know if she could trust him. With a sigh she buried her face in his shoulder. "I don't know if trust him..."

"It's okay, sweetie," he murmured, ruffling her hair. "You don't have to trust to love."

She sighed. "I still love him... but... what am I supposed to do? I don't... know how to be around him anymore..."

"Simple," Jaden answered, darting over to drape his arms over both their shoulders, "You act like yourself!" At the glares he received, he added, "Or you just run away from him like he's got a contagious terminal disease. Whichever feels easier for you."

After a moment of giving him her signature Jaden, you're an effing idiot face, she threw her arms around him and pulled him into a bone crushing hug. "Jaden, you're the best." She whispered.

"Does that mean Jaden gets cookie now?" he asked in a childish voice, giving her a wide smile that caused his eyes to squinch shut.

She giggled, holding onto him a moment longer before stepping away. "Why don't I go see what I have in my purse, eh?"

His eyes went wide now, revealing the green was numerous more shades than a glance suggested. "You're going into the magical bag of wonder?"

She offered a laugh. "You don't have to act like a five-year-old, Jaden. Just yourself." But still, she dug around her purse, fishing for anything resembling a cookie. She came up with a pack of Twizlers, a chocolate bar, and a bag of Oreos. "Any of those work?" He pointed at the Oreos. She gave a mildly appreciative grin that still obviously displayed her sadness, throwing the bag at his face. "Eat up, Kid. We've got a long day ahead and you're really stuck with me today."

Branwen would never tell anyone this, but she was almost blind. When she was fighting her darkness, she only saw in black-and-white, but it had been like that for as long as she could remember and had gotten used to it as such. To compensate for the lack of sight, however, her scent of smell was just as finely honed as any beast or vampire demon, which was why she smelled the metallic copper from down the hallway, pausing in her movements. On the other end of her arm, Atticus stopped, having jerked to a halt when the hand he was holding didn't give him any give. "Is something wrong, Wren?" he asked seriously.

"Nothing," she stated absently, extracting her hand from his grip. "I merely want to investigate something."

He gave her a tentative smile. "Hurry back."

She returned it, though hers seemed far sadder and mechanical than his did. "Always."

Zane sat on his bed, watching the beads of blood drip down his forearm without any real emotion on his face. All he could think of was Cienna. She must hate me now He thought darkly. And she has every right to. He stared at his blood for a long moment before dragging the blade across his arm again with just a bit more force this time.

"Hmph," a familiar voice snorted, its owner emerging from the shadows with a disinterested look on her face. "I never figured you to be one for self-harm, but I suppose you learn something new every day."

Zane looked up slowly. An unemotional sigh escaped his lips. "What is it exactly you want, Branwen?"

"Simple," she stated, sauntering closer so that she stood in front of him. "To show you that you can do so much better than that demon bastard you took up with."

He tensed. "Don't call her that."

"And why not?" She settled herself down on his lap without seeking his permission first, shuffling her dark wings so that they wormed beneath his own. She wrapped her fingers around his wrist, bringing his arm up to her face and licking along the wounds sensually, her tongue careful to run along each river of blood in an attempt not to lose a single drop. "After all, that's all she is and ever will be: a bastard."

He ripped his arm from hers, setting her on the bed beside him. "Don't do this, Branwen. Not now."

She smirked at him, rolling over to lie on her stomach, bare feet dangling in the air. "And whyever not, Zane? It's not as if you've mated with her," she spat the word as if it was a disgusting concept. "I can smell her all over you and this room, but not in the way that I would if you had… claimed her in the full sense of the word."

His glare was vicious as he pulled himself off the bed and rested against the wall. "Get out."

Her brow raised at the sudden defensive attitude, recognizing that putting his back to the wall meant that he was readying himself to fight her. "Oooh, looks like I struck a nerve there, Truesdale," she cooed, knowing she was hardly in any danger by "playing with fire" like she was. There was no way he would ever be able to hurt her, not when the blood of the seven sins flowed through her veins.

"I wasn't joking." He said firmly. "And who I do and don't have relations with is not of your concern."

She cocked her head, pushing herself up. "Oh?" She sauntered over, leaning in dangerously close to him, her wings cockily pulled back almost straight behind her. "But that's where, you're wrong, Truesdale," she purred, her breath huffing over his face. "You see, it is my job to make sure the demon blood stays strong, and I can't just let you go and mate with that bastard and ruin my plans, now can I?"

"I will give you one more chance, Ravenwood. Get out of here." His face was stony, jaw firm.

She smirked at him. "Why? It's not like you have your little toy to fuck with anymore, Truesdale."

His hands shook, snapping out and grabbing her by the arms. He proceeded to open the door and throw her out in a heap. "Stay out."

Atticus stood at the other end of the hallway, his eyes wide. "What the fucking hell did you do that for, Zane?" he screeched, darting over to the adorable pile of tangled-up doll-like demon on the hardwood and scooping her up into his arms.

The elder Truesdale didn't answer, instead slamming the door on them both, causing the bundle to flinch in the elder Rhodes's embrace. When he looked down at her, her ruby eyes were wide with confusion. "What did I do?" she asked in a soft voice, tentative with its loss of understanding.

"Come on." Bastion said quietly. "We should go."

"Do what you want, but I'm not going!" Chazz grouched, crossing his arms over his chest and looking away pointedly.

He sighed. "Fine. I'll go by myself." He immediately stood, getting off the bed and moving around looking for his clothes.

Dark wings stiffened in anger at the fact that his mate would leave him so easily before the feathers smoothed out as he recalled a certain detail. "I never knew you would disobey your seme, Misawa."

He froze. "I...you..." A small grumbling sigh escaped his lips. "We should go. Really. You're not in heat anymore and we've already missed a few days."

"And yet, despite that, you give me no reason to leave this room," he stated, appreciatively eying the other's naked form.

Bastion chuckled, "I'll still be willing when we get back. In fact, the sooner we go, the less make-up work prohibits our encounters, the longer we can mess around."

"Yes, well, there's one thing you haven't counted on," he replied, still fixated on the other.

"Oh?"

The demon smirked, stepping forward so that he was practically on top of the other, the two mere millimeters from touching. "As seme, I'm the one who tops you this time."

"Yeah." Bastion ground out. "But... we should go..."

"Fine," Chazz pouted, sauntering across the room to put his own clothes on. "But I'd better get some damn good sex for this, Bastion."

Branwen smiled, sitting on the edge of her bed, a wing tip stirring the air beside her. Usually she would be rather depressed when she woke up, but for some reason, she was… happy. She knew something was going to happen today, something rather big, and she couldn't wait to see what would change…

Jaden didn't understand it. He was so hot, he couldn't quite cool down either. He sat up in his bunk, throwing his shirt on the ground as he kicked off his sheets. After a moment of thought, his pants and boxers joined the shirt, simply wanting to be rid of the heat that was causing him to pant like a dog.

"Jaden?" Syrus called down sleepily, having been woken up by the excessive movement underneath his bed. "Jaden, it's two in the morning, what are you doing up?"

"So hot," the demon muttered, his wings flapping around him in an attempt to generate a draft, "so hot…"

"Jaden!" the angel cried, darting down from his perch at the sound of feathers beating the air.

"Syrus…" he groaned, green eyes lidded, cheeks flushed.

"Are you okay, Jaden?" the blue-haired boy asked, putting his hand to the brunet's forehead in an attempt to find a fever.

The demon's attention was immediately riveted on his companion, though it wasn't noticeable until he swapped their positions, pinning the smaller to the bed. "Mmm," he purred, rubbing his hips, and a growing erection, against the hips and pelvis of his captive, "Syrus…"

"Ja- Jaden?" he squeaked, trying vainly to shove off the elder.

"I'm so hot, Sy," he breathed, eyes begging for release. "Help me."

"Jaden," the angel whispered, his eyes wide as their faces grew steadily closer, "I-" Jaden was pulled from his arms before he could finish, the demon writhing in the arms of none other than Professors Crowler and Banner.

"No!" he screamed, wings thrashing, the moonlight flying over the dark feathers. "Let me go!"

"Come on, demon," Professor Crowler growled, hefting Jaden a good ways from his roommate. "You're coming to the Obelisk dorm with the rest of your kind."

"No!" the demon cried, throwing himself at his restraints even as the two larger males pulled him towards the door. "I promised Sy I wouldn't leave him, I promised!"

"I'm sorry, Jaden," Professor Banner murmured, "but you fell. You don't belong here anymore."

"NO!" he screamed, but the two yanked him out the door, slamming it behind them and locking it on poor little Syrus, who had sprung for the panicking demon.

The younger Truesdale fell to the ground, bawling his eyes out. He wanted Jaden back, no matter what had been about to happen. He just wanted Jaden back. After lying there before the wood for a long time, he finally accepted that the brunet wasn't coming back anytime soon and managed to crawl back into bed, curling up on Jaden's bunk and burying his face in the things that smelled so much like the elder. Meowing sympathetically, Pharaoh jumped up beside him and curled up underneath his arm, offering the warmth and support he craved as he cried himself to sleep once more.

Syrus: ... Why am I usually the one without their mate?

Bastion: *pats him on the back* Don't feel bad, Sy, she does it to me too.

Atty: *is playing uklele for musical accompanyment to the dinner*

Chazz: *appears out of nowhere* SHUT THE HELL UP! *smashes uklele and then disappears again*

Atty: O.O

Die: ... I was enjoying that...

Bastion: ... Well, Happy Kill-a-Turkey Day! Reviewers get...

Syrus: They get the opportunity to give Atty a new torture devi- I mean, uklele and thus recieve a delighted hug and song from him.

Die: *has disappeared to go find a uklele to recieve said hug*