Chapter Selection
Zelgadiss was depressed. This in itself was not an unusual state of affairs for him, and wouldn't have been worth noting except that this particular depression had a very different source from his normal kind. He was guilty. What he had done to Xellos a few days ago still preyed upon his mind, even though the mazoku had told him not to worry about it. Perhaps that was the main reason behind him guilt. He had done something awful, had been forgiven, had tried to forget about it, but he hadn't been able to. He couldn't forget about it because... because he'd liked it. Even as his mind rebelled against the pain he'd caused Xellos, his body reminded him of the pleasure it had unwillingly brought him.
And now he wanted more.
That was what bothered him the most, what made him feel so guilty. Every time he closed his eyes he could see Xellos' tear-streaked face as the mazoku finally lost control. He could feel the priest's lips as they were crushed under his own, could feel the warmth and pressure of Xellos' body surrounding his erect member as he drove himself into the mazoku again and again. Every moment came back to him, and all he could remember was how good it had felt to loose himself within those sensations and to cause Xellos to do the same.
Needless to say, he hadn't been getting much sleep lately.
He was rapidly coming to the conclusion that this was going to drive him nuts. He needed something and he knew that, but the 'something' that he needed was entirely unacceptable. Even once he accepted the fact that the object of his lust was another man, he simply could not believe that it was Xellos he wanted like that. No, that he needed. Spell or not, he couldn't, he just couldn't.
But he did, he needed him and it was getting worse, rapidly. 'I can't do that again.' He thought desperately, and that was the other problem. Forcing himself on someone, no, he wasn't like that. 'I can't do that, not to anyone, it isn't right.' He pulled his hood lower over his face, withdrawing deeper into himself as the struggle intensified. His body and his memories kept trying to convince him that it hadn't been all that bad, and those arguments were beginning to win. 'I can't take this anymore, I'm losing again.'
He stood quickly and left the campsite without a single word to any of his companions. He recognised the feelings that were building within him, he'd felt them a few days ago just before he'd... he'd... There was a difference this time, however. Before, he'd felt a driving need, but he didn't know what it was he wanted. Now he knew only too well. He wanted Xellos again. He wanted to see that expression of unwanted desire on the mazoku's face, wanted to hear him cry out with unrestrained need, and wanted the priest to be just as helpless against this as he was. It was no use; he couldn't fight it anymore.
"Xellos." He whispered, involuntarily giving voice to his desire as he collapsed against a tree. He couldn't walk anymore. He couldn't do anything. "Xellos, I need you."
Someone was calling him.
Xellos frowned briefly, he couldn't tell who the source of the call was, which was very unusual. And that was reason enough not to ignore it. He could spare the time for a little investigation; it's not like any of his companions were doing anything interesting, after all.
Leaving the group, Xellos followed the call and found himself deep within the forest and standing in front of Zelgadiss. The chimera was leaning heavily against of the tall oak trees that filled the area, his mask and hood still pulled up to hide his face. "Zelgadiss-san?"
"You came." There was a strange tone in his voice and Xellos found himself becoming uneasy, and it got worse as the chimera kept talking. "Shall we see if I can get you to do it again?"
"What?"
Zelgadiss pushed himself away from the tree, coming towards Xellos with a predatory grace as he pulled the hood and mask away. This was not right. Xellos stepped back nervously, and the chimera moved forward quickly in response, catching him before he could even try to escape. Within seconds the mazoku found himself pressed between the hard bark of an oak tree and the even harder length of the chimera's body.
"The spell." He whispered as Zelgadiss effortlessly pulled his staff from his hand and threw it into the brush. "It wasn't used up."
"No, it wasn't." The chimera answered as energy ropes formed around Xellos' chest, binding him tightly to the tree. "But I think this time you will be."
This couldn't be happening, not again. Just what the hell had Uruha done to Zelgadiss anyway? More to the point, when would it be finished? "Zelgadiss-san--"
"There's no point Xellos, you know I can't stop. And tell you the truth, I don't really want to." His lips began to tease the sides of Xellos' neck. "Your skin is very soft you know." His hands slid down Xellos' chest, brushing gently along the edges of the mazoku's ribs before tugging at his sash.
"Don't do this." Xellos said anyway, testing the ropes and finding them even stronger than the ones the chimera had used last time. The fabric pulled away from his waist without any hesitation and Zelgadiss knelt, sliding the mazoku's pants down as he did so.
"Very soft." The chimera said as he slid his hand up the side of Xellos' leg. "How beautiful." His lips replaced his hand, nibbling at the tender skin. "I am going to make you crave this."
Something was different this time, Zelgadiss wasn't being as brutal as last time, and somehow this was worse. Why wasn't the chimera just taking what he wanted like before? "Just get on with it." He hissed, causing Zelgadiss to smile up at him.
"If you insist." He sounded smug, it was infuriating, as he his repeated helplessness. When this was over he was going to hunt Uruha down and make that blond bitch tell him exactly what the rules to this little game were.
Zelgadiss chose that moment to begin the new round, lightly brushing the end of Xellos' shaft with his tongue. It was a short, swift stroke, the contact lasting for only the briefest moment of time, but it managed to focus all of Xellos' attention on that one area.
"Good." Zelgadiss whispered, his breath tickling the moistened area of Xellos' exposed skin. "I wanted to make sure that you were paying attention." He was looking up at Xellos through the veil of his wire hair with triumph in his gaze. The expression matched well with the eager gleam that was also present. Xellos scowled down at him, but only earned another smile in reward as Zelgadiss ran his tongue down the entire length of the mazoku's hardening shaft. "You are paying attention, are you?" Xellos didn't respond, and Zelgadiss bit lightly on the inside of his thigh.
"Yes." He hissed as the chimera continued to nibble up towards his groin.
"I was just making sure, now that you're ready, we can truly begin." His tongue brushed over the area of he had just bitten before moving up to gently curve under his balls. Xellos closed his eyes and tilted his head back as Zelgadiss drew the delicate sac into his mouth and sucked lightly while still rolling it with his tongue.
This was definitely worse; it felt too good.
"Why aren't you hurting me?" He gasped as Zelgadiss switched to his other sac.
"Do you want me too?" The chimera asked, without drawing back, letting the vibrations of his voice caress Xellos' sac. The mazoku priest was confused; he looked down at Zelgadiss without answering. The chimera gazed back at him with amusement before releasing his captive before moving his tongue along the bottom of Xellos' shaft and swirling it around the tip, watching for his reaction.
Xellos closed his eyes as he shifted against the binding ropes. He didn't want to respond to this, he didn't, but he couldn't help it. As Zelgadiss continued to tease him with his tongue, Xellos began writhing even as he desperately tried to hold himself still.
"Feeling uncomfortable koi?" Zelgadiss asked, kissing the tender skin around Xellos' groin. "Just ask me and I'll end your suffering." Xellos closed his mouth tightly, biting his lip. Zelgadiss chuckled. "If you don't ask koi, we can just keep playing." Sliding his hands back up Xellos' legs, Zelgadiss resumed drawing patterns over the mazoku's shaft with his tongue while his hands made similar movements over his legs, his stomach, his sacs, and any other bare skin that lay exposed. Xellos bit down harder on his lip, letting it go when he finally tasted blood.
"Stop." He gasped finally, unable to stop the words.
"What was that?" Zelgadiss asked, not stopping his attentions.
"Finish it."
"You held out too long." The chimera answered in a teasing tone, stroking Xellos' strained shaft with his cheek. "I don't think asking is enough now."
"What?"
"I think you're going to have to beg."
Xellos glared down at him, his body shaking as he struggled to draw breath. As he watched, Zelgadiss sucked lightly on his own fingers, now neglecting Xellos' body entirely. The sudden lack of stimulation was too much for the heated mazoku to take. He strained against the ropes again, though now it was an attempt to regain contact with the chimera as he began to whimper. "Please, please Zelgadiss-san, finish it."
"Why?" Zelgadiss watched him, still without even reaching for him again.
"I want you to. Please, suck me."
"Just want?"
"I need it. I need you to touch me again. Please, don't leave me like this."
"Very good koi." The chimera finally relented, grasping Xellos firmly in his unmoistened hand before drawing the mazoku's shaft deep into his mouth. Xellos cried out with relief as he was enveloped in that desperately needed warmth. As Zelgadiss finally began to suck on him he almost came immediately, but somehow he could not reach that peak.
"More, please Zelgadiss, I need something more." He felt the chimera's lips curve around him in a smile before his body was invaded by Zelgadiss' moistened fingers as the pressed fiercely forward, stroking the pleasure spot immediately. That, finally, pushed him over the edge and he came, shooting his seed into Zelgadiss' mouth before he slumped weakly against the energy ropes. The fact that those ropes were soon released managed to make it through his pleasure fogged brain, as did the feeling of the ground beneath his back as he was laid upon it, but he was still far too content to care.
Zelgadiss stared down at Xellos. He'd laid the mazoku out in front of him, expecting a fight but receiving only a blissful smile. Oh well, that was probably a good thing. The previous battle had left him achingly hard, and he didn't want to wait any longer. Pulling his pants down quickly he arched Xellos' prepared body and drove himself into the mazoku with a groan of ecstasy. Even his heated, memory-driven fantasies paled in comparison to the real thing; he had needed this so badly!
His pleasure blinded his senses as he drove himself into Xellos' warm body again, and again, holding back his climax as he savoured the feeling of perfection. Drawing out the experience allowed him to become aware of Xellos recovering from his earlier release and responding to the chimera's current actions. He began arching himself into Zelgadiss' thrust, holding tightly to the chimera's cape in order to pull him closer. Zelgadiss' could feel the mazoku's renewed arousal pressing against him each time their bodies touched.
"You've got wonderful stamina koi." He said, catching Xellos' whimpering mouth with his own, driving his tongue into it in time to the fierce rhythm he had already established with his body. He finally had more than he could take and his control shattered. Pleasure shot through his body as he rocked brutally against Xellos as he let his essence release into the mazoku's body.
The driving need he had felt left him with his climax, and he lay panting on top of Xellos, feeling the mazoku's rapid breathing as they both struggled to recover. He managed it first, feeling Xellos' cooling fluid against his stomach as he shifted, realising that he was still buried within the priest's body. Rising on shaky limbs he withdrew, earning a whimper from Xellos as he did so. That was the only sound the mazoku made, and Zelgadiss didn't feel the need to break the silence as he lay beside Xellos on the cold grass. He didn't know what to say; he couldn't even apologise this time. Even though he hadn't had much of a choice in the matter, he wasn't sorry.
He was doomed.