The attendant led him through various halls that he vaguely knew until they reached a large door and he turned to give him a halting hand. The demon simply stayed where he was as the human swung open the ornate doors to reveal a sort of office that had another door to somewhere else. At the far wall near that very door sat a rather large desk accommodating stacks of papers obscuring delicate royal French hands, busy scribbling away with his feather pen. L'Roi looked up from his task and offered a small nod of recognition that the servant took as permission to let the guest in. the raven made to sit in a chair before the beautifully crafted desk, watching curiously as the King set aside the piece of paper he had been signing and set the quill back in its nest, waiting for the human to say something first.
He made a curt bow to him and was rewarded with a smile as the King leaned forward in his seat to place his hands comfortably on the crowded surface before him. "signieur Fete." He greeted.
"your Highness." The amused raven replied in kind as if this were a dance, a game of pleasantries.
Louis smiled with a short laugh, lacing his fingers together. "Congratulations on your well done first performance…" he waited for the raven to thank him profusely before continuing with his thoughts. "I have heard much about your posse and not had the chance to confirm them by meeting your acquaintance. So tell me, what is your story? I am anxious to hear where you acquired your considerable talents." The blond frivolous man demanded politely.
Considerable talent? The raven silently resigned himself to finding out what was perfect and complete talent in France. It must be very high, he decided. "monsieur Éclair and I began travelling abroad at a young age when our parents sent us to a French boarding school where we met. After completing our education we went separate ways and met by chance in London, where I was absorbing English culture and styles of cooking while he was already working as a carpenter of great skill. In the same year we stumbled upon dear Aiko on a walk, she was a Nepali Princess that had been travelling with her family to consult their Monarch. The barbarious English allowed her to get lost on the streets and she was not found by my companion and me until the Royal couple had already departed in sorrowful tears. We took it upon ourselves to educate her in all ways of civilized life and ended up taking holiday in Schönbrunn Palace, Austria. She dazzled the widowed sovereign Duchess with her dance and violin. Feeling we had stalled far too long in taking her to our Fatherland, we departed for Versailles to teach her what a proper country was like." The demon lied smoothly. Perfection.
The richly dressed man nodded slowly, taking in the tale carefully. His eyes locked in mock confusion. "How did the mademoiselle fall ill on your journey back?" Louis XIV asked.
The demon did not have to make a show of looking concerned and guilty so much as letting his emotion slip into his demeanor. "there was a lot of travelling that she must not have taken well, regrettably." He answered.
An enthusiastic nod of his blonde head preceded his highly gesticulate speech. "what a shame," Louis lamented somewhat falsely, though he probably believed the words themselves to be true. "that such a talented femme should be brought up in uncouth lands! God be thanked that she was rescued by a good Frenchman." His eyes glimmered slightly. "but, you have said very little about yourself. Do tell me more of your attributes." The R was rolled a little too long to be casual.
Suspicions of interest were completely confirmed. The pompous King wanted to know something, that was certain. Was their façade not perfect? Of course not, the Undertaker was awful at pretending to even care about their identities. He had even called him by the wrong name the other day. Not to mention he used shadows to go everywhere, scaring the life out of the courtiers and servants all day. Aiko was well enough. Her broken French further proved the alibi that had been spun. "before Schönbrunn I fancied learning various foreign teas, cooking, the Viola and fashions, as I said. It has always been a hobby of mine, learning everything there is to know." The demon smiled dazzlingly at the interested human. "Austria brought about my taking on of the Fencing arts and architecture, along with poetry."
"ah, you must come from a royal family to be so gifted." The King casually commented but his keen interest in the answer was belied by his inclined position. The blonde Patriarch thought he was going to catch him red handed in his lies.
In a seamless flow of acting, the demon looked slightly guilty. "actually, you have me there. My father was an earl who was quite smitten with my mother, the servant of another noble." He pretended to confess in a very reluctant matter. "when he discovered my mama was heavy with his child he sent her away with sums of money to stay quiet about it. With the money she settled down with a tailor that had been working for her boss a long time… then she died in childbirth." Here he began looking off into the corner of the room, looking as if he were waiting to see his dead mother manifest there to confirm his sad tale.
The Roi danser opened his eyes in pity and suspicion. "who was this dishonorable noble?" he queried in mock indignation.
The raven opened his arms to the world in heavy hearted defeat. "I do not know, she had not told my step father before she died and he would not speak a word of their names." Pleading for sympathy was not the greatest thing in the world, but the man looked about ready to give in and believe the strange man.
Incredulously, he settled back in his seat. Yet he was not satisfied fully. "does this man have a name?"
"I only ever called him papa, and he sent me to boarding school quite early. I do not know his real name. it is quite awful and ungrateful, no?" he appealed.
"oui… I am sorry for your hardships of birth then." He smiled. Suddenly the air lightened and the moment was won by the immortal man. The royal had resigned himself to his progress so far for now. "I am glad to finally meet your undoubtedly entertaining acquaintance, monsieur. You must bring your… family with you and dine with me soon, perhaps go hunting?"
The demon smiled graciously. "the honor is all mine, your highness. We would love to comply to your wishes and join whenever you deem time." He said in a complimenting tone.
A funny smile crossed the human's moustache beset mouth. "have a nice afternoon, Éclair. You may return to your people now." Louis permissioned in a dismissive manner.
The wigged raven inclined his head in a gracious bow as he stood up to exit the room silently. Outside stood an impatient wavy haired blonde Frenchman wearing the standard uniform of the military. His stubbly face lit up with a mischievous smirk as he took in the slender man that passed by him. a lascivious looked passed over his features before the king called him in. "Francis!"
The demon furrowed his brow at the strange man and proceeded to run to his shared rooms, assuming the two others would be there. His schedule for the rest of the day was ticking off in his head. Aiko needed to go out and play the violin in the gardens for a while, perhaps out on the cobble courtyard. Then try to persuade her to visit the kitchens before dinner, dress her for dinner with her beautiful raven hair, have dinner, have her take a bath, then get her to bed was much to do.
To say that he was shocked when he quickly flickered into the room into a pair of waiting arms would be an understatement. A huge silver haired understatement. His back connected with the double bed with his wrists secured above his head, his brown wig slumping back to reveal midnight strands that contrasted with his milky skin. A pair of pale lips crashed into his brutally if not bruisingly. Silver strands blocked out all light . though he did not need any sort of vision to know who his attacker was. The shinigami broke for his precious air, giving the demon a chance to question his motives. "what do you think you are doing? Aiko will see!" he protested.
The silverette chuckled in a desultory manner, lowering himself down to the demon's clothed neck. "if that is your only complaint, I may happily inform you that Aiko is spending the afternoon with the dessert guy and his whore dancer." Undertaker began pulling the cravat loose with his teeth when he finished speaking. His lips then swiftly attacked the exposed flesh of the neck to litter sharp bites all over.
The raven struggled to release the hold on his wrists but was halted by the heavy weight of the black garbed shinigami straddling him. how was he already pulling open his shirt with that smiling mouth? "I have more reservations against this than that, and you very well know so." The demon bit his tongue to hold back a gasp as a hot mouth trailed slowly down his chest. It stopped here and there to nip at the sensitive pale skin of his breast. The demon grit his teeth and continued on. "why now?" he questioned his shorted query, not trusting his voice to remain even.
Undertaker's lip twitched irritably as he started alternating between sucking and nibbling a little spot on the raven haired man's collarbone. A short breath of a gasp escaped the demon's lips. "you are…" the demon huffed as he tried to think with his black heart beating so fast. "jealous I had Baptiste.. ah!" a surprised moan was ripped from his lips as the silverette sunk his teeth into the demon's shoulder.
Even though he was right, the demon gave up trying to get him mad. It wouldn't help anyways. The harmful lips travelled down his ribs to his navel in order to begin unbuttoning those. The shinigami made sure to nuzzle the covered crotch for extra frustration. Before he could register it in his mind, hands were tearing away the open clothes in a fetal swoop. Everything was soon gone and replaced with a burning heat beneath his skin that seared his flesh and bone. A warm cavern engulfed his member briefly before drawing back to lick the crown teasingly.
The demon tried to sit up in retaliation but was caught in a passionate and dominating kiss immediately as the coffin carver bolted up to assume his position above the raven. One hand quickly worked his own pants off while the other clutched the black locks tightly in grasp to hold the victim still. Then the Undertaker broke away briefly to spit in his own hand to slick himself before claiming the unwilling mouth once more. His damp hand soon joined to other one after a few quick successive strokes to get it considerably lubed. No time was wasted in slowly entering the demon, who released a guttural groan as he was filled.
"ah.. kitty, you're so tight…" the Undertaker breathed a sigh of- was that relief?
The demon crinkled his perfect brows in annoyance. "of course, I do not bottom.." he retorted, insulted the shinigami currently penetrating him was so concerned about the demon being entered by someone else. The idiot raped him, that was the only reason he was on the receiving end. Not that he would want to have sex with the stupid shinigami. He jeopardized everything in his useless life!
A low moan escaped the raven's prted lips as the silverette finally began moving inside of him. he could not help but thread his fingers into those moonstruck locks and deepen the resumed lip lock. It was amazing that the shinigami knew his body well enough to immediately locate his prostate. It was incredible… But awful because it was him. damn, this insufferable god of death could vacillate between extremes. One day he would be sweeter than the Sultan's baklava, then the next, snip your heart to literal shreds as he violently raped you a room away from your collective charge.
The feel of tongue was all he could taste, or recognize as his body built up to climax from the constant stimulation. His own abused member was rubbing mercilessly against the fabric of Undertaker's coat as he thrust swiftly into the body beneath him. The silverette came first inside of him, then bent down to quickly finish off the demon with his hand.
The raven flopped his damp head down on the tousled wig on the bed in a huff. Undertaker merely chuckled and made to lay beside the demon, gathering his unresponsive body in a warm embrace, tucking his head under a well defined jaw. "see? That was fun, kitty~" Undertaker commented serenely.
Depriving the insane man of his weird cuddling moment after raping him, the demon rolled off the bed and organized the discarded clothes strewn about the room where they had been flung. The silverette whined childishly so the demon left the room to draw a hot bath to clean up in. he needed to be immaculate when Aiko came back to the room.
"why are you so stiff?" came a sing song voice from the door as the demon bent over to fill the tub in the nude.
He sighed heavily. "why do you concern yourself with me?" he countered.
Undertaker got serious. "we have a contract."
"that you will not hold up. Not to mentions it has nothing to do with who I choose to bed." This guy had no idea what a lust demon was required to do, did he? It isn't like he could stop having sex with many people.
A silence fell momentarily. "you are mine until you give me a first rate laugh." The Undertaker clarified in a defeated voice.
The demon ignored him further as he climbed into the hot water tub. The shinigami made no move to join him but remained in the doorway, watching. He looked as if he was debating something serious… his smile had a sad and guilty edge to it. As if he was feeling bad about not saying whatever was on his mind.
Neither of them spoke for the rest of the night. The next words were uttered in the early morning at sunrise. "Aio still has not returned…"
Dmitri: Well, school has started. I will be updating everything at a lethatgic\non existant pace. I want to write an original story of my own but I am not sure I will have time for a while.
Anyways, tell me your thoughts; where is Aiko? What is with Louis? Why is Taka being all weird about the whole deal? And predictions having to do with the Princes of Hell~
Reviews get IOUs for my already pawned soul… or ecstasy laced cookies. Your choice.