Chapter Selection

Zelgadiss lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling of his room as he waited and wondered is he'd made a drastic miscalculation. If he had, then he was in for an incredibly long night fighting against the desire that still flowed thickly through his veins. He wasn't really sure what had made him take this risk, but somehow it was important. It was important that Xellos enjoy this. Xellos' pleasure was now more important than his own was. He wanted the mazoku to come here, but he fought the urge to call him. If Xellos were to appear then the choice would have to be his alone.

Closing his eyes Zelgadiss twisted his hands in the blankets, trying and failing to release some of the tension in his body. He was about to sit up when he felt a weight land on his hips and then his hands were torn from the sheets and slammed against the headboard. He could feel a surge of dark power and knew before he tried to pull them away that his arms were now bound tight. "Xellos."

"Shut up." The mazoku hissed, and Zelgadiss felt a cloth being forced into his mouth as he was securely gagged. "You've done more than enough talking for tonight."

Now he opened his eyes, but he still couldn't see anything. The same power that had bound his hands also blocked his sight. Trapped in electric darkness, unable to speak, unable to move, he was left at the mercy of the frustrated mazoku.

"It's bad enough that you've reduced me too... too... begging! But to leave me there like that? And he all along I thought you DIDN'T want to be evil."

He tried to talk around the gag, but of course it was no use.

"Don't even bother, I don't want to hear your excuses." Xellos snapped at him. "Do you know what Uruha's spell really did?" He asked, his voice teasing as his hands began to move over Zelgadiss' body. "It turned you into a toy. MY toy, and I'm going to start using you as such."

Zelgadiss flinched at the menace in the mazoku's tone, but didn't try to struggle. He knew there was no point, but even more than that, he didn't want to. Gods, was it true then? Was he now just a possession in mind as well as in body? He wanted to feel upset at the thought, to be outraged or angry, but he didn't. He didn't because Xellos wanted a toy right now, and that was exactly what he was going to be.

"I know you suffer when the spell lets you go." Xellos continued. "How guilty you feel for having done it, and for wanting to do it again. Just tears you up inside, doesn't it?"

Zelgadiss didn't even bother trying to answer.

"Fortunately, I don't have that problem. Guilt is an unnecessary emotion, one I am thankfully spared. I can fuck you into tears as often as I want and it won't matter to me at all."

Zelgadiss began to tremble slightly, but it wasn't with fear. He couldn't stop the reaction; he needed this now as much as he had needed to take Xellos earlier.

Man, he was fundamentally fucked up.

Xellos wasn't touching him anymore, and he shifted on the bed trying to find the mazoku but unable to do so. He was trapped by the bonds around his wrists, his legs were spread wide, and all he could do was wait. He couldn't even hear Xellos breathing. Just when he was beginning to think that the mazoku had left he was proven wrong.

Xellos moved suddenly, driving into Zelgadiss' body with a single, painful stroke that caused the chimera to scream, choking on the sound because of the gag. The mazoku didn't give him a chance to adjust before pulling out and thrusting in again. Zelgadiss twisted on the bed, each of the mazoku's movements causing him pure agony, with each bolt of pain somehow becoming unbound ecstasy.

This was insane, he could not possibly be suffering this much and loving it. But he was. Xellos was right, at the moment he was nothing more than a slave that was pleased to be serving his owner.

"You are not supposed to be enjoying this." Xellos growled in his ear, but Zelgadiss had no way to respond. He couldn't tell the mazoku that it was impossible for him not to enjoy something that gave Xellos so much pleasure. The mazoku continued to thrust faster now as he talked. "You aren't, I'm not... this... this isn't..." His voice cut off, transforming into a growl as his hands tangled in Zelgadiss' wire hair. He pulled the chimera's head back and began to bite along his neck.

The exquisite torture didn't last for much longer. Xellos cried out sharply, driving into Zelgadiss' sore body one final time before collapsing on top of him. He lay there panting for only a short time before he suddenly pulled away, practically jumping from the still-aroused chimera. Zelgadiss could hear the mazoku's short breaths coming from somewhere across the room, but he was still bound and gagged, he couldn't talk to him.

The strained stillness seemed to stretch on forever and then Xellos' presence vanished from the room and Zelgadiss was freed. He pulled the cloth from his mouth and sat up, wincing as he body complained at the movement. He was sore, unsatisfied, confused, and Xellos was nowhere to be seen. Walking stiffly to the washbasin he forced all thoughts to the back of his mind and mechanically began to clean the blood and semen off his now-tender body.