RE-WRITE 1.0 IS OFFICIALLY DONE. We now return to your regular programming, herein meaning shit you haven't seen yet.

You'd think I'd get more appreciation for catching the angel who single-handedly got into the palace, knocked out several others on the way to the dungeons, and freed a prisoner on my own, but of course not. Not like I expected anything different. I'll just take having responsibility for him as a reward. This is more than I ever could've expected when I first saw him.

Maybe Larxene is deliberately making this my reward.

Maybe it's creepy, but he smells nice: strange, but in a way I can't help but like. Even in the middle of a haphazard semi-circle of demons, which isn't the best situation for anyone, much less and angel, no scent of fear taints the air around him. His outburst during the meeting probably wasn't a fluke, then That's pretty great.

At long last, Larxene lifts her head from resting against her hand. "Well, we're all here, so why are we waiting around," she sighs. "How about we start simple, hm? You have a name?"

Since he's made his wings disappear with whatever powers of the angels to protect them from Larxene's continual plucking, I don't have to worry about getting hit as he pulls violently against my grip. "Why would I care what you call me?" he snarls.

"No harm in trying," Larxene replies with a cool smirk.

The silence broken, Zexion condescendingly stares at Roxas and flicks his hair away from his scarred eye even though it falls right back. "Did you queen send you?"

Pursing his lips slightly and falling still, Blondie glares evenly right back at Zexion. "No. Queen Kairi forbade anyone from coming down here after Riku."

"Then who did send you?" Zexion presses.

"No one." Blondie frowns and lifts his chin, and… Wow, he has a beautifully soft-looking neck. The kind of skin that practically begs to be kissed until it bruises. "I couldn't leave Riku here after I saw what he was going through."

"How honourable," I murmur. With his lovely neck, I'd love to see the rest of his skin, but now is not the time. Damn, normally I have better self-control than this. What's with this angel?

I don't really pay attention as the others ask questions about his queen and her motives and more about why he came here, but they don't get anything that seems at all significant to me. Unlike Riku, though, he doesn't just close his mouth; he constantly growls and snaps, sprinkled with the occasional insult, and, since I'm entertaining myself with the occasional comment right by his ear, many of them are directed at me.

Finally, after who knows how long, Larxene sighs and leans her head back, obviously bored of this game. "Okay,this is getting no where," she complains, standing. "I have other things to deal with. Everyone, go back to your business." With grumbles of consent, everyone else trickles away, and I wait, barely restraining a grin. Larxene starts heading to the door, but pauses to give me a look. "Get him locked up, but take your time if you figure you can get something out of him."

There we go. I grin and not. "Sure. Sounds fun." I don't particularly care about his queen or any of the other angels, but testing hi a little could be very fun.

"Just try not to break him." One side of Larxene's mouth twitches up into a smirk as she leaves. "I trust you, remember?"

I laugh and turn towards the other door. No she doesn't. "Wouldn't dream of it." Keeping a tight hold of the ropes binding Blondie's wrists, I push him down the hall and lean close to his ear. "You're too special to break."

Sharply inhaling, he twists his head away. "What's that supposed to mean?" he growls.

"Well, you're the first angel I've had a chance to spend any time with." He narrows his eyes, and I grin. "I'd like to get to know you better." Learn about that fire of yours.

He doesn't respond right away, but casts the stairs down to the cells a look as we pass. "Where are you taking me?" he asks softly.

"Somewhere we can chat a bit without eavesdroppers." I stop in front of one of the many unremarkable doors in the palace and push it open, pushing him in before me. "That's all."

His eyes widen ever so slightly as I close the door and light a few candles to supplement the dull light from the window. "What is this room?" he grumbles, glancing around suspiciously.

"My bedroom, of course." I chuckle and nod to the large, plain bed near the window. "No one's stupid enough to come in here uninvited, so it's the only safe place for a private talk. We won't get interrupted."

"Interrupted?"

I laugh and head towards my bed, though angle towards him more than necessary. "Yes, the others can be quite rude." As the distance between us shrinks, he hesitantly steps back, cheeks turning pink. His mouth opens as if he wants to say something, but says nothing, making me laugh again. Unable to resist, I eliminate the distance between us, putting him between me and the foot of my bed, and take a hold of his chin. "Demon got your tongue?" I tease softly.

He quickly covers his startled expression with a scowl but keeps silent, pulling at the ropes binding his wrists as if I can't see him doing it. With a chuckle, i reach behind him and grasp the ropes, burning through them and tossing them aside. His expression setting, his hands immediately fly to poise at his sides but then hesitate there. Hm. He could attack me right now if he wanted. Wonder why he's not. Well, I'm not going to argue. I grip his chin again and tilt his head until our eyes meet a little more evenly, and his hand flies up to grip my wrist, but holds it still there. His glare is hard, and his mouth is curled slightly at the edged, challengingly, though I have no idea what—if anything—he's expecting me to do. "So, now that we don't have an audience, you going to tell me your name?"

I faintly feels the heat of his chest as he inhales deeply and blinks slowly, eyebrows lowering. "What are you going to do if I don't?"

I hum and stroke his chin with my thumb. "Haven't decided yet." Oh, yes, there's several things I'd like to do, but I'm not an asshole. Heck, I don't want to risk breaking him. Discover, explore, conquer; the universal demon motto. Jump ahead too quickly and you miss out on "explore," and I don't want to lose a moment. Largely due to my blood and resulting awareness of other's bodies, "explore" tend to involve one kind of sex or another, whether on its own or to coax other information. However, I don't know how much an angel can or would be willing to handle, and who knows if another chance like this will ever come my way; I'm not sure there's another angel like him anywhere.

Besides, even with his fire, who can say what he'd be up to doing with me. Right off the bat, at any rate.

He shivers suddenly and lets go of my wrist to knock my hand away form his chin. "What are you doing?" He growls.

"Just figuring out what to do with you, Blondie. I really would like to know your name. I mean, you know mine."

"I know quite a bit about you, actually."

My frown falls away and I lean back out of surprise. "Oh?" Am I that famous? Or, more likely, infamous. Didn't think I was. Not sure fi I should be flattered or not.

He smirks, seeming pleased, and I can't help but be amused by his smugness. "Yeah. It's best to keep on top of your enemies, so I asked around after out last encounter. You'd be surprised how much we know about you demons."

Not particularly. We're not half as secretive as seraphs. "And me specifically?"

"Your queen and those directly under her specifically. Don't flatter yourself."

"Too bad. I thought I was famous." I grin back. I love how smug he is right now. Still, don't want false rumours clouding his perception of me. Better investigate and clear the air. "So what do you know about me?"

He hesitates a second, expression growing stony. "Well, your most famous traits are your sadism and your libido."

Sadism? What the hell? Unable to help myself, I burst out laughing. That sounds like something the humans would say! I expected the seraphs to be more studious than looking at isolated events and using those to characterize me. He's cringing back a little and looking scared, so I do my best to quiet my laughter, though I can't stop grinning. "So, the logic is that, because my best ability to use against my enemies happens to very painful for them, I must be enjoying their pain and hurting others all the time?" Another short laugh escapes me. "Yes, watching little Sora learn from his mistake was amusing, but you think I regularly get my kicks from hurting people?" I cross my arms, grinning expectantly.

He looks a little stunned, mouth half open. "Uh… Well, m-maybe not, but…"

Chuckling, I give his cheek a light pat. "Stick around for a while, and I'm sure you'll learn plenty about 'us demons.'"

Hesitating before replying again, he narrows his eyes and pushes my hand away. Damn, he's cute. "And…your libido?"

I step back up against him and tilt his head back again, unable to resist the urge to make a point. "Definitely higher than average, yes." Swallowing obviously, colour rises in his cheeks, and, for the first time, his lovely blue eyes show a hint of uncertainty and vulnerability, though not fear taints the scent of air and light surrounding him. Impulsively, I lift a hand to touch his gold hair, and it's incredibly soft, almost downy. Not entirely surprising. All seraphs look like they have the same, perfect hair. I wonder what his skin feels like, too, so I drop my hand to his neck, and his skin is as smooth and soft as I thought. His pulse and breath press nearly imperceptibly against the heel of my palm, only noticeable because I can faintly hear both and am so focused on him, at a gradually increasing pace, and he's flushed with heat.

Ah, hell… I'm not particularly hungry, but a familiar longing tingles at my fingertips. Discover, explore, conquer. I wonder if he'd be interested. I mean he is an angel, but…

He frowns suddenly, eyebrows knit. "Well?" he mumbles.

"Well, what?"

"Well." He crosses his arms, and, it may be my imagination, but I'm pretty sure his mouth curves upwards in the slightest, amusement or smugness again.

With a snicker, I gently stroke his throat his throat with my thumb. "If you want me to do something, please tell me."

Then, any hint of a smile disappears and he pulls back with a suddenly unsure expression. So, he does want me to do something? I try to wait for him, but my patience quickly runs out.

"So?"

His nose wrinkles adorably, and he turns his eyes back up. "So, what?"

I snicker at the repetition. "So, are you going to tell me what you want to do? Or, if you don't want to, I'll still be happy with your name." My fingers lightly trail down his throat to the neck of his shirt, hooking it lightly.

He inhales sharply, and again his hand flies to my wrist but doesn't do anything once there, eyes narrow. "Again, what are you going to do if I don't?"

Hm, is the little fireball challenging me, as much as he knows about me? I wonder… With a cool smirk, I free my hand and give him a push, and he falls back on my bed with a yelp, limbs flailing. Slowly, I lean down over him, hands on either side of him. "Don't tempt me," I purr lightly, lowering my face inches from his.

He falls perfectly still except for his quick breathing and an upwards curl of his lips, eyes narrow. "Why not?"

Well, that settles it. I can't get a response out before my mouth falls to his throat, so I don't bother. He gasps out a curse and pushes up into me as I suck lightly at his tender skin. He smells of light and tastes of fresh air, both of which are new and strange to me. It's weird yet utterly intoxicating, and I want more of it. Giving him a lick, my hands find their way up his short, pushing, caressing, testing, and he's quick to respond with soft, short moans and a delicious tensing of muscles.

Already, I can feel his body silently arching, urging me down, though his hands have just fisted in my sheets. Interesting, even the body of an angel is as easy to read as any demon or human. Easier, even. His body seems to know exactly what it wants more than his mind does, if he consciously knows what he likes at all. Maybe he does; it's near impossible to tell. As of now, I'll assume not. At least not because of someone else. I'm well aware that there's not much in the "carnal pleasures" that isn't strictly frowned upon by seraph society. Though the idea may be mostly wishful thinking on my part. It would be fun to be the first to lead an angel into the so-called depravities of lust.

As I pull his shirt up for better access to his shuddering chest, I lower my mouth to the peak up his nipple and give it a light nibble. Moaning needfully, shamelessly, his body arches up against me, still trying to get the contact lower. I put my hands against the waist of his pants, a test, and he immediately shudders and whimpers loudly and pushes his hips up. I utter a quick laugh against his soft flesh. He's responsive as hell, and I love it. I don't know what I expected an angel… Reservation, maybe. I run my fingers back up along his ribs, a defiance, and his desperation as trembles and pushes against me is palpable. Experienced or not, he reeks of impatience and it's delicious. He's impatient, and I'm not hungry, so why drag this out yet? It's our first time, so I can save teaching him patience for later.

My hands crawl back down and tug down his pants, and I feel the head of his need touch my chest. His hips push up again, pushing himself against me, and I laugh again. Well, who am I to deny pleasure? Without hesitation, I push myself down and take his length into my mouth. Instantly, a cry flies from his mouth, and the taste of his precum fills mine. Just like scent, everyone tastes slightly different, distinctive, and I like his. He continues letting out little noises as I hold still for a second, and his body quivers below me, desperate for more. Experienced or not, he won't take long; I taste it, smell it. I close my eyes for a moment to just enjoy it. Damn, he's perfect. With a hum, I run my tongue up his length, slowly, and he shudders more violently and groans, and he's so close I can't deny him. Nose brushing his gold pubic hair, I hollow my cheeks, then his throat chokes off a cry and his body arches up, pushing him completely in my mouth, and I absorb the waves of his climax.

Then it's over. For a moment, he freezes, body arched up as if expecting more, before collapsing, panting loudly. Licking my lips, I lift myself back up with a grin as his eyes flutter for a moment before settling on mostly closed, a narrow slit of sapphire watching me. "Roxas," he mumbles suddenly.

"Huh?" I prop myself up on my hands, and I kinda want to slip in one last taste of him before getting him locked up, but I should wait.

His gaze hardens slightly, eyebrows lowering. "My name. It's Roxas. Don't call me 'Blondie' anymore." He lip curls amusingly with distaste.

Oh, so now I get it? An orgasm really can get me anything. "Roxas?" Hm, that sounds just right. "Well, thank you for sharing." I'd like to "explore" some more, but he's probably had enough for one day. Don't want to push him too far in case he breaks. Wouldn't that spoil my fun? I have to pull myself back to my feet before I do something that'll keep me on top of him. Silently categorizing his body, scent, and taste in my mind for later, I let him slowly pull his pants back up before pulling him to his feet and lifting him up over my shoulder. He yelps in surprise and squirms once before going limp.

"What are you doing now?" he grumbles, muscles slack and tired.

"Showing you to you new home, Roxie." Even abbreviated, his name feels good. As I carry him out, I curl my tail up to find his hand and lightly flick it. He gives my tail a good whack, making me grin. Even slung over my shoulder, he's still a little fireball. I wonder how long it'll take to get his flame under my control. Bonfires take plenty of time and effort to get any control over, and I don't doubt he's bigger than that. Full-blown wildfire? Probably not, or I'd never get him. Time will tell. All I know is, one way or another, I will get him completely. One day. But the fun is in the journey. Once I have him wrapped around my finger, I'll get bored and find something else to focus my energies on, no doubt.

Destination reached, I go into the first cell,the one Riku was in earlier, and drop Roxas on the bed. I quickly step out and lock the door while he scrambles to sit up.

Putting the key back on my belt, I turn back and smile sweetly at his irritated expression. "Well, thank you for your name, Roxas, but it's time for us to part."

His eyes burn, blue-hot twin embers, as he slides back to lean against the wall, hesitating just long enough to be noticeable. "Couldn't come soon enough."

I grin. "Don't worry; we'll be reunited soon enough."

Face turning a shade or two darker, he looks away to the wall as I leave. Oh, yes. Very soon.