Finally, something new. I reiterate every apology ever about how slow I am.
"And here I thought you'd forgotten about me," Larxene purrs breathily, with her lips against my ear.
With a growl, I adjust my grip on her thigh. "Not with you calling for me for every dumb little thing." I press my thumb against her, effectively silencing her as her body tenses around me then shudders with climax and a throaty groan. I groan with the flood of energy and allow my own release. Ah, fuck, that's better.
Immediately, I set her down and step away to find my hastily discarded pants. I can't believe how lazy I've been. How was I even walking straight?
A spark stings against my spine, making me yelp in surprise. Goddammit, what does she want? I turn to glare at her.
Eyebrow raising, she smirks, static dancing in a halo in her hair. "I never thought I'd seen the day. Must be some magic of the angels, don't you think?" Turning away with a laugh, she shifts her ebon-feathered wing to keep her eyes locked on me. "Watch your heart. I have use of you yet and don't need infatuation snuffing you out."
"Well, that's not something you have to worry about," I grumble as she leaves, and I can't tell wether she heard me. Doesn't really matter. I wait until she's definitely out of earshot before sighing. Wasn't in much of a position to be picky, was I? I guess when I haven't fed, I'm in no mental state to remember why I avoid fucking her unless I'm really starved and desperate. Which doesn't happen.
Never thought she'd see the day? What day? What's she got in her mind now?
I'd've killed her by now if it wasn't for the power vacuum it'd cause. I don't doubt she could take me down with her, too, and I'm too used to living to consider dying an option.
Either way, thanks to her, I'm not hungry and am more clear-headed than before, and, also thanks to her, I'm not in the mood to feed any more, so I push my annoyance aside and turn away down the hall. I have nothing better to do, and nothing's quite as relaxing as pestering my angel a little, watching him scowl or smirk or blush as I poke and prod him to see what makes his flame burn so bright. No "angel magic" in my fascination with him, if that's what Larxene's got in her head. I want to conquer, simple as that, and he's the-
"Axel!"
With a yelp, I thrust out my wing and arm to catch the wall, a bundle of black hair and spindly limbs clinging to my waist. "What? What the hell are you doing?"
Beaming, she lets go and laughs. "I've been trying to hunt you down all week to thank you for the other day."
"Huh?" She's hard to understand when she gets excited.
"Last week when we talked and you told me about the vampires and stuff." Oh. That's it? "I talked to Vexen after things settled down. "Behind her, Vexen's spitting hate at me with his eyes, and it's hard not to laugh. "Watch." Holding her hand out in front of her, she stares at it intently, brows furrowed, the air around it shimmering, then the glittering concentrates close against her skin then solidifies into ice slowly building up on the back of her hand. Once her hand's fully covered by translucent shine, her expression relaxes and she laughs as she flexes her fingers, the ice moving smoothly with her. "Turns out I've been the one accidentally freezing things around the lab once in a while."
I laugh. "Very nice, Xion." Ha. Vexen can't keep her away from everyone forever. One day, she's going to discover something big enough about herself that he'll lose her forever. I just hope I'm around to see it. Xion's grin only grows as the ice breaks off in tiny, glittering shards that seem to evaporate into nothing. "So, what are you two up to?" Any chance to push her out of Vexen's comfort zone. Might take away from time spent with Roxas, but I can live with that. I'll just have to reassign any lost time to later.
Xion's smile vanishes momentarily. "We were going down to the library, but…" She glances back at her guardian with big eyes. "Can I go with Axel again?"
Though his eyes scream a furious "No!" for a moment, Vexen lets out a sign, and I know I've won. "Did you have plans?" he asks me in a growl.
I chuckle. "Just visiting the angel. Y'know, for science." Research, at any rate, even if my goals aren't exactly "scientific."
A light sheen of ice glistening over his bare hands, he sighs again. "Fine." He keeps his eyes locked on mine, furious for my interference with his attempts to keep his little girl ignorant and innocent, no doubt. Yet he can't say no to her. Lucky me.
As I chuckle again, Xion hurries back to give him a quick hug, careful of the books in his hands. "Thank you!" With a big, silly smile, she hurries back past me and hops down the stairs. Biting back laughter as Vexen's ice breaks off in broad, thin chunks when he moves, still glaring, I quickly catch up to Xion, and she glances sideways at me. "I've never seen an angel before. Do you think I'll get to see his wings?"
"That depends on how nice he's feeling." Normally, he just sits there, watching me, grumbling on occasion if he decides something I say is worthy of a response. At least he seems to be relaxing, figuring out I'm not going to hurt him or something stupid like that. And, of course, he's certainly pleasant to look at.
Xion reaches the bottom of the steps ahead of me and immediately peers into the cell rather like its occupant is a specimen in a jar. "Wow," she breathes. "I didn't get what the books meant by 'glow' before."
Suppressing laughter at Roxas' stunned expression, morphing into a guarded glare as he sees me, I stop beside Xion. "Since I don't know if he's feeling polite enough to introduce himself, his name's Roxas."
Xion's smile is bright. "It's nice to meet you, Roxas. I'm Xion."
Confusion returning to his face, Roxas nods awkwardly, head tilting to one side. "Pleasure," he mumbles.
Xion nods back and looks him over again. "He really is beautiful." I have to give her a look. She's kind of acting like a human, the way she's fawning over him; demons aren't so quick to be taken in by angel glamour. They're pretty, yes, somehow more-so than regular seraphs, and have that secret magic, and are definitely mysterious, but not worth this adoration or attention. Maybe this is another odd way her artificial creation's made her different from the norm. If she's vulnerable to an angel's glamour, though, that's not an "improvement on life" or whatever Vexen thinks he's done.
Roxas looks utterly bewildered by the attention, though, which is funny. "Thanks?"
Eyes shining, Xion lightly touches the bars of the cell. "Um… You probably heard, but I was wondering if I could see your wings. I've only ever seen drawings before."
"Oh…" He blinks a bit. "I guess so." With a shiver of light and a flutter of feathers, his wings appear and open with whatever magic of the angels. As the light fades, the orange glow from the candles and the window shines off the brilliant white of his wings, giving him a softly glowing aura. For seeing them twice, this is the only time I've been this close without us moving too much. There really isn't anything that could be as beautiful as him.
Wait, what the hell was that? This is ridiculous. Xion's supposed to be weird for thinking he's so wonderful. What's wrong with me?
Roxas glances at me, so I quickly look to the entranced Xion so he doesn't think anything stupid about me.
Footsteps suddenly clatter down the stairs, and Roxas retracts his winder s we all turn to look. A second later, Lexaeus appears on the stairs. "There you are," he rumbles, looking at me. "The seraph army has caught up with one of our Tellus scouts and sent him back with a message to meet them." He glances at Roxas briefly before turning back to me, face stony as ever. "Her Highness wants you to bring the angel."
Ah, it's about damn time. A grin crosses my face and I nod. "With pleasure." It only took them a week. As Lexaeus silently leaves, I turn to Xion. "Looks like visiting hour are over. Go back to Vexen."
Face suddenly solemn and worried, she nods and starts up the stairs, but pauses for a second to look between me and Roxas. "Be careful."
There she goes, being weird again. Still watching where she disappears up the stairs, I get the key to let Roxas out. As he grudgingly lets me approach and take a firm hold of his arm, his eyes are on the stairs as well. "She's different from any demon I've heard of."
With a snort, I lead him to the stairs, glad he's smart enough not to try to shake me off and run; no point in having to hurt him. "She's an odd one, that's for sure. But, come on, we don't want to miss this." This could actually be fun, so I urge him up to a fast walk up the stairs and through the halls to the throne room.
Larxene has traded her breezy dress for a sturdy, dark leather outfit, her presence only amplified by the material's battle-scars. Marluxia stares somewhere past her at a wall, undoubtedly plotting, while Lexaeus stands by a handful of other soldiers who keep jostling each other to avoid Larxene's pacing.
"Finally," she snaps, seeing me, even though there's no way we were much slower than Lexaeus. "Come on; this shouldn't take long." As she briefly flashes a cruel smirk at Roxas, someone open a portal, and they start filing thought. This isn't going to be a show of force, but this time it doesn't have to be. We have someone they want, after all. With Roxas in my grip, things won't even get hairy enough to necessitate weapons.
I lean close to Roxas' ear as the last go through. "Ever been to Tellus before, Roxie?"
Scowling at the portal, he stiffly nods. "Not in decades, though."
I grin as I push him forward. Worried for himself or his friends?It's been years since I last visited as well, mostly because of the cold, as easy as humans are to feed from. "Well, time to go once more."
After a familiar moment of cold and dark, we step out into the bright cold of Tellus.
"Roxas!" a scream echoes over the low mumble of conversation as the portal closes behind us. There's a long silence that gives me a chance to find an unfamiliar, horror-struck girl with massive wings staring at Roxas. No other angel has their wings out. Rebel? Roxas looks at her as well and his face falls before he turns it to the ground.
Murmuring something, Queen Kairi briefly touches the blond girl's shoulder before stepping forward from the seraph army with Sora and Riku, both of them noticeably bandaged under their armour.
From the head of the human army beside the seraphs, Queen Aqua comes forward as well with a towering man and a man who…holy crap, is nearly identical to Roxas. With the ridiculously short lifespan of humans, he appears somewhat older, but the similarities are unmistakable. I'm going to have to ask after this later, though, as Larxene takes a step forward, prompting the other monarchs to stop a safe distance away. I immediately feet the slight stirring of grass under my feet, Marluxia spreading his power into the existing plants in case Roxas tries to run.
"You're keeping a seraph against his will again," the human queen states, low but still loud and clear.
Larxene scoffs. "The heart of my realm was infiltrated by a seraph again. You make it sound like it's my fault." Her eyes turn to stab at the seraph queen. "You get your friend back, and we've replaced him with one who came right into our palace quite willingly. Unless he's lying and you really did order him to." Roxas squirms slightly, so I move my grip higher up his arm while Larxene shrugs. "Either way, this seems like a fair trade to me."
Queen Kairi glares pure fury and warningly raises her elegantly curved keyblade. "There's no such thing as a fair trade of lives!" She ignores Larxene's laugh with little more than a flinch. "He has done nothing, so there's no reason for you to take him like this!"
"Very touching, little queen, but hardly practical. After all, he invaded my land and freed my prisoner. I wouldn't call that 'nothing'." Absently flicking static off her fingertips, Larxene looks back to Queen Aqua. "Now, I'm sure you don't want my army's full force called here. Tellus is the frailest realm, and I really wouldn't know how many of the less nice of my demons who have never been to Tellus would run off to wreak havoc among your innocent civilians." The best defence has always been a pleasantly-expressed, unmistakably genuine threat. "If you wouldn't mind your land and people devastated, though, by all mean attack us." She sighs lightly and touches a finger to her chin, one knife laying along her jaw. "Of course, there's always poor Roxas to consider."
All seraph and human eyes turn to me, my captive, really, so I I squeeze my fingers into his arm a little more. His head jerks up and he frowns defiantly, glaring sideways at me. A sudden curiosity tempting me, I quickly scent the air for him, and there's no fear tainting his scent, nothing indicating any noticeable worry. Hm.
After a long hesitation, eyes darting about furiously between Roxas and Larxene, Queen Kairi lowers her keyblade with a strained expression. "Don't hurt him. But we won't let you keep him." She looks solidly at Roxas for a moment. "We won't let them hurt you much longer."
"I'll be alright, Your Highness," Roxas replies, raising his chin a little more then looks past the queen to the other girl. "And please tell Naminé I'm going to be mad at her if she's blaming herself."
The seraph queen nods solemnly and slowly starts backing away along with the others. Roxas' human twin pauses a moment longer than the others and glares at me, before looking to Roxas for a second, meeting his eyes for a second and smiling a bit. Roxas smiles a bit back, and the human resumes backing away a Larxene turns with a smug smirk which Marluxia returns. Sometimes, she's too good at getting us out of hopeless fights. Not that I'm disappointed that any risk of losing Roxas has been eliminated. A corridor is opened, and I follow close behind Larxene and Marluxia with Roxas. Well, short as this trip was, certainly saw some interesting things. And, since he's already out, it's the perfect excuse to get some privacy with Roxas again.
Larxene and Marluxia are leaving as the other's file back into Infernum behind us, and they're most likely keeping me out of something. Like I care. Time with Roxas without the risk of eavesdroppers. Got his name out of him last time, who knows what I'll get this time? I quickly guide him in the direction of my room.
"What are you so happy about?" Roxas grumbles.
I laugh. "Just thinking about the two of us getting a bit of privacy for a proper conversation again. I mean, no point in rushing to get you locked up again, right?"
He goes quiet and looks straight ahead until we make it to room and I give him a little push ahead while I close the door, and he yells as he stumbles before catching himself. Glaring bitterly at me, he rubs the finger-shaped marks on his upper arm. Whoops. "Sorry 'bout that."
Pulling himself up to his full, less-than-intimidating height, he scowls. "Yeah, right."
With a snort, I roll my eyes and plop onto the edge of my bed. Typical seraph. "Believe what you want." Grinning, I gesture him over. "Now, either get over here, or I'll go get you."
Though he hesitated with a soft growl, he slowly comes over, but stops in front of me, so I grab his arm and tug him down beside me. He yells out again and scrambles to get off his face, amusingly scowling as he sits himself upright, a couple second of unveiled annoyance before resuming his guarded glare and looking ahead.
Snickering, I lean back on my hands. "Don't give me that look, Roxie. I haven't done anything yet."
His bottom lip gets pulled between his teeth briefly as his eyes flicker down my body. "Yet?"
I chuckle and shift my weight to one arm to lightly touch his face. "I have a couple questions, that's all."
He hesitates again for a moment, not moving away from my hand. "And if I don't answer them?"
I tun my thumb along his cheek. "I'm sure that won't be the case, right?" Hm. So similar to our first conversation.
His mouth curls into a smirk. "Depends."
As I laugh, my eyes lock on the alluring curve of his lips, and I remember his unique, wonderful taste. Maybe I have been a little fixated on his this week, which lead to my procrastination. But why not? Angel and all. I've rather enjoyed living our last time together all week, and every time it's rather made me want to do it again, but I've been patient. Now, I'd quite like to pin him down and kiss him until he's dizzy with pleasure, but my curiosity's just as insistent as this rush of lust, and he won't be in any state to answer my questions if I kiss him senseless, so I'll just have to keep my priorities in order.
Roxas' eyes suddenly narrow and he leans away from my touch. "What are you plotting?"
"Just figuring out my priorities," I reply with a wink. His cheeks redden, but I go on before he speaks. "Who was that girl who yelled for you? Naminé, I'm assuming."
Scowl softening into more of a frown, he turns away and looks down at his hands. "Yeah. She's my best friend." He turns just his eyes up to give me that challenging look. "Not that you'd know anything about that."
I have to laugh. "I have plenty of allies. What do I need friends for?" I experimentally lean closer, and he doesn't move away. "Anyway, what's up with her? Her wings were pretty big compared to yours. And she was the only angel with hers out. Is she a rebel or what?" Is there even such thing as a rebel angel?
"Or what." His lips twitch then he hesitates, maybe deciding how much to tell me. "She's not an angel," he finally continues. "Not technically. We call them high angels. They're born incredibly rarely and have never come to any of the meetings of the races because they have abilities we'd rather not have well-known." He raises an eyebrow meaningfully, and it seems pressing about these "abilities" will accomplish nothing. Not that I care. Enough to know this secret, enough to have him talking to me like this. "They don't have the ability to hide their wings like normal angels, but they're not just big. I guess she was too far away for you to see, but they have four wings, two from each joint." Eyes falling downward, he doesn't seem to see what's in front of him, and I don't want to look away. "I can't believe she came, just to see me. I can't believe Her Majesty let her. She must be feeling so guilty helping me get here." His eyebrows scrunch, and I haven't seen him look anything like this before. "If she's blaming herself for my decision… She must be going through hell."
Startled out of my transfixion, I lean back a little and feel my mouth press tight against amusement. Interesting choice of words. "Why do you seraphs and humans use 'hell' as a word for something awful? It's no that bad here, and, besides, not many of you have spent much time here."
His eyes sharpen back into focus to glare at me. "I've spent time here, and I certainly haven't enjoyed a moment of it," he huffs.
I let out laughter and swiftly lift myself and turn to lean in close to his face, hands on ether side of him, and his eyes fly wide. "Haven't you?" I tease in a whisper.
I feel as much as see the shiver that momentarily runs though his body along with a flush of heat that colours his face. "Oh." His face reforms an unconvincing frown, breathing already a little faster. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"You don't remember? Aw, now my feelings are hurt." I do my best not to grin too widely as I watch him anxiously lick his lips then bite down on the bottom one again. His eyes are unsure again. I'd like to taste him again, to kiss him 'til he moans my name. I'd like much more, but I don't ant to push him. Putting a hand against his chin, I pull his lip from between his teeth with my thumb. "I must say, I'm sorely tempted to give you a little reminder."
His mouth opens a little, no curling at the corners. "And why not?"
Oh. "Well, now, that's up to you, isn't it?" Holding his chin a little tighter, I tilt his head a little and angle my face so I can feel the heat of his breath against my lips. I really want to kiss him.
For a second, he stops breathing, staring blankly, then he closes his mouth, blinks, and that challenging little smirk is back. "I'm still not enjoying myself."
Damn. Briefly flicking my tongue over his lips, I roughly seize them in mine. At first he grunts and tenses, but only for a moment before relaxing, hand tensing next to mine, lips soft and tentatively copying the movements of mine. Damn, I like this. My hand releases his chin, pauses at the swift pulse at his throat, trails don his chest, then slips up under his shirt.
Eyes lightly closed, he moans as I pull way, only slightly, and I have to smirk. "Having fun yet?"
His eyes open only a little at stare at me, mouth hinting a returning smirk. "Of course not."
Ha! Grinning, I duck my head and lightly nip his throat as my hands push his shirt up, making sure I remember every bit of him. He gasps softly and tilts back his head as my teeth brush his skin, exposing more of his lovely neck, so I give it a long lick before kneeling, lowering myself to kiss and lick at his chest. He immediately moans and arches against me, and I have to pull back a little to laugh. "Well, what's going on here?"
A fresh rush of colour in his cheeks, he scowls. "Shut up."
"Hey, if you want me to stop, please speak up." With a snicker, I press my mouth to his nipple, grazing it with my teeth and lightly dragging my fingernails up his ribs. His response is an immediate prickle of swear and his hands finally move to fly up into the hair at the nape of my neck, squeezing slightly. I can't help but smile against his skin. Oh, yes, I might have to draw this out more today.
I give him a light lick and lift my mouth back to his throat briefly before my fingers hook his shirt and pull it up. He releases my head and lifts his arms to let me pull it off and put it aside. I quickly pounce back on his neck, giving the juncture to his shoulder a soft bite before travelling up along his jaw, below his ear. Hands tightly gripping my head again, fingers tangled in my hair, he moans and angles his head to give me more room again. His pulse shivers against my lips, his breathing ragged near my ear, and his scent in my nose—dulled since last week, yet still distinctive—could drive me crazy, I know it. Maybe because he's an angel, because this is only the second time, his every reaction hold the edge of something new, and I love it. I press my fingers down to the edge of his pants, lightly rubbing his lower stomach.
"Axel," he whines, angling his hips up against my hands.
Grinning and gently biting down on his earlobe, I slide my hands around to his hips. "Patience," I murmur against his ear. I must've never looked close enough to notice, but I can feel the divot of a piercing in his lobe, though he's not wearing earrings. He groans and shivers and presses against me, arching so I can feel the heat of his chest against my own.
Ah, damn. My fingers press into his hips a little to keep them there as I lick him again then trail my lips down his neck. What did I just say about patience? I lean back a little as I crouch between his legs, looking up at him as his eyes open slightly, hands loosening their hold on my head.
"Axel," he repeats, softer, eyes pleading, and his legs shift as they tense, drawing his hips closer. Fuck…
"Yes," I reply with a grin. Guess I can't have much patience with someone like him. I'll work on it. I lift myself enough to give him a push onto his back, grinning at his startled expression, before lowering myself back between his legs. His hands tightening in my hair again, I press my lips to the front of his pants, against the bulge now obvious with him laying down, and he grunts and lifts his hips again,
Damn, I want to fuck him. But I don't want to push him too far too fast. Patience, remember? Fuck. I grip his pants and give them a tug down and give his revealed length a lock before leaning back to pull his pants over his knees where they fall to bunch at his feet. He shivers and looks at me, pants falling off one foot as he lifts his legs slightly, pressing lightly against me.
Shit, he's beautiful, exposed, flushed, and aroused. I have to take a moment t just look at him, eyes wandering the sleek lines of his lean body, memorizing every inch of him. His cock twitches a bit at my neglect. It's ridiculous how perfect he is.
He finally squirms and scowls. "Stop just looking at me," he grumbles, hands squeezing slightly.
"As you wish," I reply with a grin, lifting a finger to trail along the underside of his length.
Hips jumping, his head falls back with a small whimper. "Cut that out!" he hisses, legs tightening against me, pulling me in.
With a quick roll of my eyes, I lift myself, dislodging his legs, and level our faces and wait the second until he opens his eyes again before, slowly, slipping my fingers around his cock, gripping it firmly. Biting his lip again, his hands fall to grip my shoulder, legs squeezing around my hips again, groaning low in his throat.
With a grin, I stroke his length as slowly as possible, making sure he feels every moment of it, loving the way he trembles against me. His head presses back a bit, shoulders lifting off the bed, mouth open and panting, and, gradually, his body starts moving, pushing up in time with my strokes.
Ah, fuck, he's perfect. What I wouldn't give to be inside him, slowly, building until he's screaming in ecstasy below me. I indulge closing my eyes for a moment, feeling him squeezing my cock, tasting his soft skin, hearing hi crying out for more. Fuck, that'd be the closest thing to perfection, wouldn't it? An angel, this angel, all mine.
But now I'm torturing myself with that I'm going to have to wait for, if I can ever get it.
His breathing's harsher, moaning sporadically. I lean over to lick his chest, and his hands squeeze my shoulders. "Axel!" he moans, and I lick him again before stroking him faster for a second, his moans growing, before releasing him for fun. Only a second later, he groans and bucks up, and I have to laugh. I ant to taste him again. Running my hands down his thighs, I lower myself back down nipping his hip once before taking his length into my mouth. Immediately, he cries out and roughly seizes my hair, thrusting into my mouth a couple times before climaxing with another cry, giving me a rush of arm energy.
It takes most of my effort not to laugh, smiling around his cock as I swallow and he groans breathlessly as his body goes limp. Ah, the rough clumsiness of inexperience. How did I wait a week for this? Pushing myself back up with a grin, I lick his shaft and give the head a light kiss before looking up again. "Having fun yet?"
"Not at all," he mutters with a breathless grin, disentangling his hands from my hair. "Now get off me."
Snickering, I kiss his hip once more before leaning, making him shiver as he sits up and reaches for his pants, pushing me away. I give him a grin and toss him his shirt. "I'll have to try harder then next time, huh?"
Shirt back on, he flushes and looks at the wall as he smiles faintly. "Looks like."
As, damn. I don't know how to respond to that without kissing him again, so I won't, just keep watching him avoiding my eyes. Finally, he looks back at me again, glaring once more. "What are you looking at?"
With a quick lift of my eyebrows, I lean over to stroke his cheek. "Do you really have to ask?" Biting his lip, he lowers his face before I can see any more of his response, and I laugh. So perfect.