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Chapter Fourteen: Holy Submission
Chazz finally came out the small, personal hell he'd ventured back into with Branwen's touch to the soothing feeling of Bastion's white feathers brushing against his in a comforting manner. He stirred under the feel of gentle fingers skating through his dark hair, pushing himself up on his elbows so that he could meet the other angel's slate eyes. Bastion gave him a crooked smile. "Come back to join the Land of the Living now have you, love?"
The demon blushed lightly. "Shut up," he growled, his wings flexing with each feather spreading individually before he realized that his jacket and his black undershirt were missing, but considering that the angel's were as well, he could live with it, especially since it gave him access to all this lovely flesh that he leaned down to start nipping along the protrusion of a collarbone.
Bastion let out a groan at the action, tipping his head back to give the demon better access. The attention felt very good to him, and he couldn't deny that gentle flicker of affection that ran through him. He didn't want to give himself to the other, but he trusted Chazz with everything he had to give, so he would not protest the wandering spidery hands as they scuttled over his stomach down towards his belt. The Ra fully expected the Obelisk to whip his belt out rather like a snake, but instead, the other male merely undid the buckle and then pulled it down his body. "Impatient, aren't we?" he teased in a husky voice, caressing the pale forearm he could reach first to reassure the other of his pure intentions.
The demon smirked, licking at his fingers in order to start gaining himself some lubrication. Sure, he may have liked being taken dry since it gave him a "closer" bond and his body turned pain into pleasure, as it would for most demons, but he also recognized that not everyone did. "Oh be quiet, Bastion," he purred. "You know you want this just as much as I do."
The fabric of Chazz's pants unnerved him slightly, rubbing against his bare legs, but he didn't let it frighten him, instead focusing his gaze on the other's half-lidded obsidian eyes, letting himself be drawn into the twin black holes. The Princeton, deeming his partner sufficiently relaxed, snuck his finger into Bastion's ass, gaining himself wide gray eyes and a strange look. "Relax, angel," the demon soothed gently, his free hand massages circles onto the other's thigh even as he leaned down to plant kisses over the steadily-beating heart. "It'll only get better if you just calm down, trust me."
And Bastion did. The soft fire burning in those handsome obsidian eyes could no more betray him than dance and movement of his trusty formulas. That was why he snatched up the other's wrist and pulled the hand to his face, lavishing gentle kisses on the easiest part of his lover to reach. "Always," he whispered huskily, pressing his lips to the pale fingertips before him.
Chazz couldn't contain a soft smile at how completely the other trusted him even though he'd done absolutely nothing to earn such a gift, leaning down to affectionately nuzzle the expanse of skin beneath which rested strong ribs covered in honed muscles. It was rare for him to feel so fondly of another, but when he did, it was a complete thing. Before Bastion, the only two people he would feed off of were Zane, his roommate and thus someone he'd had time enough to learn to lean on if only because he had no one else to rely on, and Branwen, mostly because the girl was a kindred soul who had been abused by those she'd loved and because the two of them were each other's escapes from reality, a place where neither of them held each other's sins against them. He shook himself, realizing at a slight prick of pain that his fangs had started elongated at the thought of blood, and returned to his task, adding another finger to Bastion's ass while the other was distracted, instantly starting his scissoring and earning a protesting whimper from his lover. Realizing his mistake, he paused in his actions, looking down at Bastion's naval. "Sorry," he murmured softly.
The Misawa wrapped his ivory wings around the demon, letting the soft down comfort the other. "It's okay, love," he soothed. "You can keep going. Just… try to be a little gentler." He reached out, caressing the demon's pale cheek and restraining himself from redirecting those beautiful eyes back to him. If he did not ask for it, Chazz would give him everything he could hope to want from the haughty demon and a few things he wouldn't have thought to request. So long as he was allowed to set his own terms, the Princeton could be a very affectionate and caring lover. The Ra was so caught up in his thoughts that he almost failed to notice the addition of another finger into him, each of the three appendages moving slowly and carefully as they stretched him in preparation for something a deal larger. When the fingers paused in their movements, he knew Chazz had something to say and made a concentrated effort to focus even more of his attention on the other.
The demon licked his lips nervously. "Here," he muttered, shoving his arm back into the angel's face. "You can claw up my back if you have to, penetration hurts like a bitch." Understanding bloomed in the larger's eyes as he realized the smaller had just given his permission to ingest more of that delicious blood, provided he could break that pale skin. A deep yearning to taste that chocolaty sin again blossomed in him, strong enough that he instinctively leaned forward to nip at the wrist presented to him, surprised when it yielded what he wanted easily.
Equally startled, Chazz's hips jerked forward to bury the length he'd just freed from its cloth prison into the angel, who let out a strange sort of whimpering moan at the sensation. Taking it as a sound of protest, the Princeton held himself perfectly still save from the arm he gently retracted to reveal a miniscule set of fangs on his lover, a smaller version of the ones that pricked at his own lips. Curious, he turned his hand to test the tip of one with his pale fingertip, pricking a hole in his forefinger that dripped a few drops of his blood before it healed over. "Well, that's new," Bastion stated self-consciously.
Chazz hummed an agreement. "It also happens to be quite sexy," he added, capturing the other's lips with his own, thrusting his hips in the same moment and swallowing up the moans as he kept moving steadily, their twin pairs of fangs clashing together.
Bastion broke away at one particular thrust, his strangled groan bouncing off the walls in a prolonged echo. "What the hell was that?" he panted out.
"That's your prostate," the Princeton replied, not pausing in his movements, even if he did now have something to aim for. "It's what makes your position so pleasurable."
The angel fought back a growl when the demon teasingly hit the sides of the gland rather than the straight-on thrusts he'd been bestowing before. "Dammit, Chazz, do it again!"
The Obelisk smirked. "Gladly."
Cienna slid into Zane's room, where he was sitting rather impatiently on his bed, and plopped down in his lap. "Hello, Love."
He nuzzled the back of her neck affectionately, trying to sneakily inhale as much of her scent as he could. "You're in a good mood right now," he noted. "Did you really miss me that much?"
"Well there's that." She murmured, giving him a soft grin that wasn't quite as enthusiastic. In fact, it was a rather far cry from such. "And the fact that we need to talk."
Hearing the serious tone in her voice, he sobered, pulling back a little to get a better perspective on her face. "Okay," he murmured. "You have my undivided attention, tenshi."
She took a deep breath. "I love you. I love you a million times over, and I know we're soulmates." A small grin teased him at that. "But... Sometimes I doubt." She struggled for the right words, coming up empty.
He leaned forward then, pressing their foreheads together. "If it's me you're doubting, tenshi, I don't exactly blame you. I didn't even know exactly how I felt about you until you left me."
"It's not you so much as it is me..."
He smiled gently. "You know, I'd offer you what I always do to Chazz when he's distrustful of me, but something tells me it'd only make things worse."
"But it's not you." She protested. "I just don't trust myself."
"Trust yourself with what, tenshi?" He was honestly curious as to what was distressing her so badly.
Head shaking, she buried her face in his shoulder, eyes closed. "I can't be what's best for you. I can't keep you happy."
His heart felt like it was breaking. "Tenshi, of course you make me happy," he soothed, pulling her closer to him with his dark wings. "I promise you, I've never been happier than I was sleeping there with you next to me the other night. It was only once I realized exactly how much of a mistake I'd made that I was saddened and guilty, but even then I still didn't regret what I did. I regretted hurting you, yes, but not the act itself."
She lifted her head, blinking away the tears that lingered on her lashes. "Someone else could make you happier."
"See?" a cold voice murmured from the shadows. "Even she admits she's not right for you, Truesdale."
Zane let out a growl, pulling Cienna behind him and flaring out his wings protectively. "That's none of your concern, Ravenwood," he snarled.
Cienna let out a startled whimper. "What's going on?"
Zane's wings bristled bigger. "You aren't welcome here, Ravenwood. Get out of my room before I throw you out again."
"Zane? What's going on?" She pushed herself closer to him, shaking from a mix between confusion and the aftermath of their previous conversation. "And what do you mean by again?"
Branwen stepped forward, an expression of disdain smeared across her pretty features, her black hair seeming longer than normal. "Hello there, bastard," she sneered hatefully, her grace ethereal and otherworldly. "Tell me, how does it feel to touch divinity?"
"You tell me," Zane retorted quickly. "After all, you were the one who was all over Aster Phoenix."
Her face twisted. "That boy is nothing! Nothing!" She stamped her foot angrily. "He's a bug underneath my feet and nothing more!"
At that, Cienna flared up, trying to push past Zane. "I swear to God, if you hurt him I'll kill you!"
"Don't," the male demon urged, trying to still her without actually looking back. "She's not right in the head."
"Not right in the head? How rich." She laughed, a cold and cruel sound. "I'm more sane than I've ever been, and I'll do whatever the hell I want to with the angel boy. I'm a god among gods, no one can stop me."
"I'll fucking kill you, bitch!" Cienna clawed at the air, doing everything she could to get past Zane without hurting him.
He winced anyway but held firm. Branwen would kill Cienna without a second thought, and he did not want to lose his precious tenshi. "You do that," the female demon pronounced, looking down at her nails absently like she didn't have a care in the world. "In the meantime though, I think I'm going to go toy with the boy's emotions. He'll pay for laying a hand on me."
That was absolutely it. Cienna pushed her way past Zane and lunged at Branwen, clawing at her viciously. Her demon tail slid out from under her skirt and tendrils of dark magic writhed around her.
The girl danced away, the shadows coming over her body to form dangerous claws and scales, along with a reptilian tail that slashed across, bringing blood to the surface of Cienna's skin and pinning the stinger tail to the wall, the scaly appendage having pierced straight through its fleshy counterpart. At their wide-eyed stares, she smirked darkly. "You have absolutely no idea what you're fucking with here, do you?"
Wincing, but keeping a straight face, the half-breed hissed back, "Do I look like I give a damn?"
Zane closed his eyes, sighing. "You win, Ravenwood," he whispered. "I'll do whatever the hell you want of me, just please, let her go."
She smirked darkly at him, pulling back and licking a claw absently. "You only had to ask, Truesdale." With a cold chuckle, she moved towards the door again. "I'll be back to collect later tonight," she informed him. "Make sure it's just the two of us."
As soon as Branwen was gone, Cienna turned to Zane. Tears hovered in the corners of her eyes both from the physical pain and the emotional pain. All she wanted was to be in his arms but she stayed where she was. "You're going to mate with her?" She whispered.
He came over, gently pulling her injured tail towards him and pressing butterfly kisses to it. "She'll want me to," he admitted shamelessly, "but I'm hoping I can get by only by having sex with her." He held back that if the two of them mated now the other demon could do nothing to stop it, mainly because he didn't want to make things worse by pushing her into something she didn't want.
She whimpered, pressing herself desperately closer to him. "Why did you do that?"
He wrapped his arms around her, sheltering them both with his wings. "If I hadn't, she would have hurt you, tenshi," he whispered, nuzzling her affectionately.
Her tears fell faster, sliding down her cheeks and onto the feather around her neck as she stood on the tips of her toes and pressed her lips to his.
He accepted it full-heartedly, kissing back and cupping her face in one hand as if he was afraid she would break.
When they pulled apart, she rested her forehead against his. "I love you." She whispered. "I love you so much."
"You are my life," he stated back simply. "I couldn't imagine being without you." He wanted to tell her that he loved her too, but like most demons, he wasn't good at verbally stating his love, instead preferring to show it through his actions.
She graced him with a soft smile, breathing out softly. "What would it take to officially mate?"
His eyes widened, but he answered her. "It means we'd have to share blood at some point either directly before or immediately after we've had sex."
She reached for the feather and dragged it across her wrist, a thin trail of blood sliding down it. She brought her gaze up to his, moving her arm closer to his mouth. "Here."
He wrapped his fingers around her arm, pressing a quick kiss to the cut before he clumsily suckled out the blood, well-aware he was spilling some of the crimson through the corners of his mouth every time he swallowed, a waste in his opinion. He had no idea how Chazz managed to do this so neatly since whenever the Princeton fed, it was rare for him to spill even a single drop.
She inhaled sharply, confused by the pleasure she was receiving. A small sigh slid from between her lips.
"That's it," he encouraged gently when he was waiting for a little more blood to well. "Just relax and it'll feel even better."
She let herself relax, feeling better than she had in ages. In fact, she'd never felt better. She smiled softly.
Subconsciously knowing he'd taken enough from her, he pulled away, running his tongue along the wound for one last swipe before he turned to his nightstand, pulling out a blade, the very same one he'd used to punish himself before, from the drawer and offering it to her handle-first. "Would you like to do the honors, tenshi?"
Her eyes widened, but she reached for the blade, gently sliding the edge along his arm. Blood welled up from the wound. She gave him a gentle smile before kissing the gash and slowly beginning to drink.
He dropped his head back with a soft groan, his eyes sliding closed in bliss, and reached out to caress her hair encouragingly. Chazz may have had more experience than either of them when it came to pulling blood, but Cienna felt far better than the other demon did.
She tilted her head into the touch as she suckled, finding that the blood actually didn't taste bad. Like chocolate-covered strawberries.
He could feel his arousal growing with every move her mouth made over the cut, but he held himself back, this time wanting to give her a proper first time rather than the heat-spurred lust he'd taken her in the last time. "Tenshi," he whispered softly, "keep going."
She didn't really respond, too caught up in the taste of his blood to do much else. Now she knew why everyone thought vampires were sexy. Deeming that enough had passed into her for the moment, he drew his wrist back from her lips, instead replacing it with his own. She moaned breathily and responded with vigor, winding one hand into his hair as the other came up to trace his chest. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, pulling her up to straddle his waist as he let them fall back on the bed, carefully rearranging his wings so that they did not take the full brunt of the impact even if he himself did.
"This has to go." She whispered, licking the shell of his ear. Her fingers swiftly undid the buttons of his shirt as she kissed down his throat, nipping at the junction of his neck and shoulder.
A moan rumbled in his chest as he let her pull it off him, his fingers stroking up and down her lower back. "Do what you want to me, tenshi," he whispered. "Tonight, I'm all yours."
Aster wove along the edge of the forest with the grace of, well, an angel. He'd already dropped his things in his room and had promptly become bored. This had led to his decision to wander the campus. Thus far, he'd walked the beach and around the dorms.
She perched herself on a tree branch, one leg dangling down and swinging carelessly as she rested her arms on the other. Her hair blew about in a light breeze, coming down over her pale face and caressing her slender form, but she didn't care enough to push it away.
He caught sight of her, curious gaze rising to her form. An eyebrow arched on his forehead, he called up to her. "Branwen?"
She smirked at him. "Hello there, little bitch, and what are you doing out so far from home this evening?"
His eyes widened. "Um... excuse me?"
She jumped down, landing cat-like on her black boots before her black dress came to cover her pale legs. "I asked you what an innocent little lamb such as yourself was doing so far from the sheppard. After all, you never know when a crafty wolf is out to hunt."
"There's something... different about you." He said quietly, taking a small, worried step back.
Her smile was feral. "So you can sense that about me. That's good; few can. It will make things much easier in the long run."
"Who are you?"
The shadows came up to caress her skin like a longlost lover, and she let them, tipping her head back slightly and relishing in the stroking. "I'm Branwen Ravenwood."
"No you're not." He replied with a frown. "In fact, you're nothing like her."
Her smile turned darker. "That's because I'm the true Branwen. She's just a… shadow on the face of the whole." She chuckled at the irony of the statement, the darkness around her roiling with her amusement.
"What exactly is that supposed to mean?"
"Yami no hikari, baka,*" she spat. "Look it up."
He reached out to grab her by the wrist. "Whatever you're doing, you need to stop. I'm pretty sure Branwen's never done anything to hurt anyone. There's no reason to be doing this."
She danced back before he could land a finger on her, her movements deft and sure. "That's exactly why I'm here," she stated darkly. "Because the damn brat couldn't raise a hand against someone to save her own life. She is weak, so I must make her strong." She smirked darkly, the shadows gathering closer to her. "Perhaps I'll start with you. Surely seeing your blood covering her hands will startle her, wouldn't you say?"
Aster growled. "You're so quick to break her. Making her a killer will break her. But not in the way you want."
She shrugged. "In my experience, broken is broken. Either way, she will be easy to mold as I please." All of a sudden, she shuddered, the darkness surrounding her streaking away as she clawed long bleeding scratches down her own arms. Her black hair fell over her face, but she found it an impossible task to push it away with her shaking hands. "No!" she shouted, her wings ripping through the back of her dress to reveal that they had gained a good handspan of length to them, the feathers razor-sharp and distinct. "I am the one who owns this body, not you!"
In that moment, he reached out for her, grabbing her arm and pulling her to his chest. "You said this keeps the darkness away." He whispered, more to himself than to her. "I hope this works."
Her limbs stiffened, adrenaline racing through her, but she did not struggle against him. Instead, she started sobbing into his chest, uttering words that were muffled into silence against his jacket.
He picked her up and sat down, placing her gently in his lap. He ran a hand through her hair, down into the feathers at the base of her wings. "It's over, Branwen. I promise, it's over."
"You're wrong," she whispered in a moment of "clarity". "It'll be back, and then I'll pay for this, I'll pay so much, and then it'll go after you, and then you'll be dead, but I'll still have to pay, I'll be paying for the rest of my life."
"I won't leave you." He said quietly. "I promise I won't get killed or leave you. I can keep the darkness away."
"You promise?" she asked childishly, looking up at him with hopeful ruby eyes.
"I promise." He replied with a gentle smile.
She smiled shyly at him, resting her head into the crook of his neck. "Chazz would like you," she murmured to herself sleepily. "He always said that angels had hearts just as black as demons, but he was wrong, you're better than almost every demon I've known."
He smiled, shifting her position in his lap slightly. His arms cradled her. "Get some sleep, Branwen." He murmured. "I'll be here when you wake up. And besides, you need it."
"I'll have to tell him not to let it go," she continued, voice nearly inaudible as she relaxed further into his embrace, her wings coming out to wrap around him weakly. "When he finds happiness, I'll have to tell him not to let it go. Taboo or not, letting go isn't an option to people like us…"
His own wings slid around her gently, a blanket of soft velvet. He ran a hand through her hair and made her look him in the eyes, "Sleep, Branwen."
She gave a gentle smile, breaking away from the fierce sapphire to tangle pale fingers into pristine feathers. "White as snow against black as night," she whispered. "It really is the most beautiful and poetic of contrasts. No wonder they fought so hard against it." Refusing to fight the yawn in her throat, she rested her cheek against his chest and hid her sparkling rubies behind sheets of ink-streaked paper, spidery fingers still clenched tightly and possessively in his fuzzy down.
He smiled down at her, resting his head against the tree he'd sat them under. "Goodnight, Branwen."
She was already sleeping soundly against him, obviously exhausted if the fact that her vibrating phone failed to stir her into enough of a wakefulness to answer the thing.
He slid his hand into her pocket and plucked the phone from it. Atticus Rhodes. He flipped it open. "Hello?"
"Where is she?" the voice on the other end demanded, obviously deducing that it wasn't Branwen who had answered. "Is she okay?"
"I've got her. She's safe." Aster replied, trying to keep his voice down so he didn't disturb the sleeping girl.
"I'm coming to get her," Atticus shot back, the rustling of movement becoming audible as the demon prepared to follow through on his words. "She doesn't like being around others when she's sleeping. Not even Princeton's allowed to simply curl up next to her unless her back's up against a wall, and even then the pair of them sleep so confined that they could practically put another person in with them."
"She fell asleep just fine. She's comfortable. I promised her I wouldn't leave." Aster retorted.
"It's not the falling asleep that's the problem," the demon insisted. "She's so exhausted that she has little problem dropping off. It's the nightmares, insomnia, and thrashing that are the problems."
He sighed. "I promised her I wouldn't leave. I can't break that promise. Not now or later."
"You know nothing about her!" the Rhodes male insisted. "Why do you care about her so much?"
"I just do." He whispered back. "I need to keep her safe."
An echoing sigh whooshed over the line. "Fine," he muttered in defeat. "But if you hurt her, I'll tear you apart myself."
In Jaden's arms, Syrus was content. Which is why, as they sat on the bottom bunk of 'their' room, nothing could've brought Syrus down. He lifted his gaze to the demon, smiling shyly. "So how are you?"
"I'm okay," the brunet answered. "I haven't had any time to really explore, but Branwen came to visit. She gave me this!" He showed the blue-haired the black feather that he found in his pockets, beaming.
Syrus smiled softly. "She's protecting you." I'll have to thank her for that.
"Huh?" The look on Jaden's face clearly said his friend's words did not compute.
"Having a demon's feather is a sign that you're being... protected by them." Syrus explained. "Usually it's reserved for mates or extremely close lovers—which is why Cienna having Zane's feather was such a big deal. But with our current situation, I can only assume Branwen gave you one to keep you safe."
Wide green eyes stared at him. "I DON'T WANNA BE TOUCHED BY A GIRL!" Jaden wailed, hiding his face in sky blue locks.
"She's just keeping you safe." Syrus reassured him. "She doesn't want to mate with you. Trust me, she has other things on mind."
The brunet just nuzzled the hair beneath his cheek. "I want you, Sy, not her. Just you…"
Syrus's eyes widened, but he leaned into the demon's touch. His gray eyes darted to the brunet. "I want you, too." He whispered.
Jaden's dark wings wrapped around the younger Truesdale's body, carefully tucking underneath the smaller's arms. "Sy…"
"Jay?" Syrus whispered back, eyes wide with hope.
He couldn't wait any longer. Surging forward, the demon pressed his lips to the angel's, wanting to taste the one he adored so dearly. The angel returned the kiss with earnest, sliding his arms around the brunet's neck, tugging softly on his hair. Jaden instantly replied to the request, opening his mouth to the smaller, his hands focusing on pressing the other as close to him as he possibly could. Syrus explored Jaden's mouth with divine fascination, only pulling away to breathe. "You're mine," the brunet breathed in an undertone, leaning his forehead against the Truesdale's. "Mine."
"Mmm..." Syrus sighed, eyes snapping open. "Yours."
*Yami no hikari, baka- roughly translates to 'Darkness and Light, stupid/idiot'. Yami and hikari refers to the relationship of the spirit of a Millennium Item and it's wielder from the original series (in case someone forgot).
Bastion: Thanks for reading everybody.
Chazz: Yay, we got another one of these fucking things over with.
Die: *hits him* Chazz, behave!
Zane: If you review, we'll give you some holiday-themed cookies.
Die: *smiles at him sweetly* Thank you Zaney!
Bastion: Good night everyone!