Chapter Selection

Xellos didn't waste any words as he appeared in the centre of Uruha's compound. Pulling the blonde mazoku's latest toy off of him the priest threw the inconsequential human into a wall hard enough to knock it out. Glaring down at the bound, and now quite annoyed, mazoku he growled

"What did you do to the chimera?"

A contemptuous smile formed on Uruha's lips. "So it was you who took him from the dungeon, I thought as much. Zellas-sama gave me a nice little chat on the merits of not meddling shortly after he vanished."

"What did you do to him?"

"Made him into a perfect little toy of course. He was supposed to be mine, but it looks like you got him instead, pity. I don't suppose you share?"

Grabbing the other mazoku's slender throat Xellos squeezed slightly. "Explain."

Still smiling Uruha answered "No."

Xellos squeezed tighter until he began to realise that the blonde masochist was merely getting off on it. Letting go he then said "Tell me how to remove the spell."

"There is no way."

"What?"

Uruha shrugged. "I never needed one. When I get tired of my toys I get rid of them, why would I bother with a reversal?"

"There is no way?"

"Not one that I know of, but I suppose you can look for one. In the meantime however, you and Mr. Skin-of-stone are going to be having a lot of fun together."

Casting the other mazoku a dirty look Xellos left without bothering to untie the blonde from the bed.

Zelgadiss lay on the bed in his inn room and stared at the ceiling. It was a rather boring ceiling, made of pine and well crafted, there were hardly any knotholes for him to look at. Still, he continued to watch the immovable wood.

He was in trouble, he knew that, but he couldn't seem to find a solution to the problem. Xellos had left shortly after the incident in the clearing and had yet to return. Zelgadiss had been pleased to find that his need for the mazoku had decreased in the meantime, but it did leave him a little curious about the dreams he'd been having lately. Since the spell didn't seem particularly active at the moment could it still be responsible for them? Or was it his own mind telling him that he really did want the mazoku? Was that why they didn't fight for control in them? Zelgadiss groan, closing his eyes as he sat up on the bed, pulling his knees to his chest and resting his arms on them.

To be perfectly honest with himself, it really didn't matter whether he was truly attracted to Xellos or not. At least, it didn't matter until they could find a way to remove the damn spell. That brought him to the other question that had been plaguing him since the purple-haired priest had left: did he want the spell removed? Morally and logically he should be saying yes, but when had morals and logic even effected his opinion of the mazoku? All emotions aside, he enjoyed fucking Xellos and he knew there was no way he'd have to guts to even approach him without the magically-created desire. Not the mention the fact that the mazoku would cream him without the other abilities it gave him.

Because Xellos didn't want him.

It made sense, who after all, who would willingly be screwed by a living rock? No, he needed the spell because he needed Xellos and Xellos needed to be forced because he couldn't see that he wanted it.

Zelgadiss was dimly aware that these thoughts did not actually make logical sense, but that opinion was lost behind the desire that was slowly growing within him as he felt the now familiar activation of Uruha's spell. He actually welcomed the sensations. Even if Xellos didn't show up fighting against his own desire was better than staring at the goddamn ceiling. But if Xellos did come, he moaned and fell back on the bed, again yearning for the sight of amethyst eyes and the touch of creamy skin.

It didn't matter anymore, all questions were silenced, he knew what he needed and he wanted it now. "Xellos." He whispered into the darkness as his hands twisted themselves in the sheets. "Xellos, where are you?"

"Shut up, I'm not coming." Xellos hissed in response to the call he felt, which was harder to ignore than he expected. He was once again in his rooms on Wolf Pack Island, the same place he had been since leaving Uruha's castle. He needed a plan, but he couldn't seem to think of one, and thanks to the delay Zelgadiss was suffering.

"Good." He muttered darkly. "Let him suffer."

He didn't want to go to him, he didn't. There was no way he was going to willingly let his control be stripped away just so that the chimera would touch him.

What? No! So that the chimera would stop suffering. He didn't want Zelgadiss to touch him. No matter how good it felt.

No! He stood up and began pacing the room, his cloak billowing out behind him. That train of thought was entirely unacceptable. He did not want the chimera. It did not feel good to have his control entirely taken away, to submit to someone else, to Zelgadiss. To let the ultimate hard-body tease him, touch him, suck him, fuck him.

Xellos dropped to the ground with a low moan as a wave of desire rocked through his body. He didn't want it, he didn't!

So why was he rapidly loosing this argument?

"I won't come to you." He growled, holding himself tighter. "I won't." He yelped as strong arms suddenly snaked around his waist and pulled him back against a strong chest.

"Then it's a good thing I came to you." Zelgadiss' low voice whispered in his ear, effecting his body like a soft caress.

"How?" He moaned, not even bothering to resist as the chimera carried him easily towards the bed.

Zelgadiss' blue eyes glittered as he once more affixed the energy ropes that he used to restrain the poor confused mazoku. "Sore wa himitsu desu." He whispered with a chuckle and began to remove Xellos' clothing and then his own.

Closing his eyes Xellos lay back limply against the pillows as he waited. He didn't bother straining against the ropes, it wouldn't work, he couldn't get free. No matter what he tried Zelgadiss was going to, going to... do nothing apparently. Xellos opened his eyes again and found the chimera kneeling beside him, clearly aroused as his eyes devoured the sight of the mazoku's naked body.

"What are you waiting for?" He demanded. "Just get it over with."

"Tell me what you want Xellos."

"I want out of this damn bed."

Zelgadiss chuckled and ran a single finger lightly down the centre of the mazoku's chest. "Other than that. I can please you better Xellos, if you'd just tell me what you need."

Xellos refused to respond as he glared up at the chimera. Finally Zelgadiss gave in and just sighed.

"Very well, I'll just have to do whatever I want then."

Shivering at the promise in those words Xellos closed his eyes once again. This time there was no waiting and he was forced to bite his lip to prevent himself from crying out as Zelgadiss finally began to touch him.

The chimera's hands traced lightly over the lines of his chest, following the muscles and ribs as they forces Xellos' nerves to sensitise themselves to his touch. With his eyes closed Xellos' world consisted only of that caress and the pleasure it was already bringing him. "No." He whimpered lightly as one of Zelgadiss' fingers began to tease his nipple and he strained involuntarily into that caress. "I don't want this."

"But you do." Zelgadiss whispered, kissing the centre of the mazoku's chest. "And deep down you know that."

"Bullshit, you're just trying to justify it to yourself."

"Perhaps." The chimera replied, totally unoffended by either the accusation or the language used to issue it. "Shall we wait and see if you hold the same opinion later?" And then he took Xellos' nipple into his mouth, biting lightly on the tiny nub before brushing the pain away with his tongue. "After all, you changed your mind so quickly last time."

Xellos blushed with shame as he remembered his pleas to the chimera when he had given into Zelgadiss the last time and muttered darkly "At that point it was merely a matter of physiology."

"Oh really?" He asked with a laugh, his tongue drifting down Xellos' chest to delve into his navel. "Well, we'll see about that."

"What do you mean?" Xellos demanded, but Zelgadiss just smirked.

"Sore wa himitsu desu."

"Stop saying that." He growled and the chimera grinned.

"Have you ever heard the phrase 'turn about is fair play' koi?"

"If you really believe that then how about letting me tie you up?"

Zelgadiss looked up at him suddenly, amusement shining in his lust filled eyes. "And if I did you would actually follow through?"

For a moment Xellos couldn't find an answer, even his thoughts had stalled at the very thought. Feeling disgusted with himself for pausing he finally replied "Of course not."

Zelgadiss sighed. "And that's why I have to say no. Don't worry Xellos, I understand, you aren't there yet. Don't worry, I'll help you."

The mazoku's retort was lost as Zelgadiss' hand closed deliciously around his shaft and the chimera's mouth resumed its exploration of his chest. He began to whimper as Zelgadiss' hand pumped him slowly, each stroke sending needed/unneeded waves of pleasure through his entire body. It felt so good, no matter how much he tried to fight he felt himself begging his tormentor with slight movements of his bound body.

"What do you want Xellos?" The chimera asked him, moving down to kiss the inside of the mazoku's thighs. "Tell me."

Xellos could taste blood and he realised that he bit his lip too hard in an effort to keep the words from escaping. He wasn't going to give in this time! He didn't want him, he didn't, he didn't, but it was getting harder and harder to believe that. He couldn't give in.

"Xellos." Zelgadiss whispered, his breath caressing the mazoku's shaft. "Just say it."

"No!" He screamed, glad that the word had come out properly when his mind was still demanding that he beg for more.

To his surprise, Zelgadiss released him. "Fine then." And in a blink both the chimera and the energy ropes vanished, leaving Xellos alone and painfully aroused on the bed. He lay there panting and shivering as he tried to figure out what had just happened. Zelgadiss couldn't have just given up, could he? Perhaps the spell was fading on its own. That was good, wasn't it? Yes, of course, because then he wouldn't do this ever again. That was good. Damn, why couldn't he get himself to believe that?

It was Zelgadiss' fault, leaving him like this. It was impossible to agree that he didn't want it to happen again when every nerve in his body was screaming for the denied release. Rolling to his side he brought his arms down, wrapping his hand around his aching erection, pumping quickly as he tried to fulfil the chimera's broken promises. Pleasure assaulted his sense again but he still couldn't reach the peak. This wasn't what he needed and he knew it.

Letting out a moan of rage and frustration Xellos abandoned the attempt, gripping the blankets tightly in both hands. "I won't ask him." He swore darkly. "I will not beg him again." But he couldn't stay like this and he couldn't finish it on his own. Damn him, damn him, damn him. He had to do something.

He eyes lit up suddenly and he smiled. Well, there was one other option wasn't there? It wouldn't be like giving up, he would still be in control after all, and getting what he wanted so why not? As the thought finished Xellos vanished, leaving only silence in the disarrayed chamber.