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Advantage
The raised dais in the center of the floor would look, from over head,
like some form of bizarre water ripple. An *evil* water ripple, sure,
but the three concentric circles running largest to smallest in order of
height was a precision of black magic in the black floor. Whoever had
cut the magic seal had gone about it with a "no mucking about" approach;
the large sigils in each of the five points and the circle around it
were plain but powerful, the whole thing having a "congratulations,
you’ve been captured" feel to it.
Staked and chained in the middle of it, Lina Inverse fumed. First her powers had
been sealed AGAIN, and NOW she was offered up as some sort of dark occult towel
girl. NO ONE used Zephilia’s favorite Dra- Matta as sacrificial fodder! People
should be making sacrifices to HER, dammit! And she was going to go about
instating that custom with two robed and hooded freaks as soon as she figured
out away to get out of this black magic peep show.
The sigils around her glowed dimly purple, feeding constantly from her anger and
power, building the shield that trapped her in even if she’d been able to got
through the Corinthian steel holding her down. One lousy fireball.... that’s all
she needed.
Candles flickered in candelabra of varying casts and shapes, and gave the room a
distinctly "half mask-y" feel. "Dribble candles and no decent light. How utterly
cliché." The ominous shadows hesitated in their menacing lurking for a moment.
Several victims had.. well.. leaked.. in this room, but sarcasm from one of them
was a definite first.
"GOD I’M BOOORED!!!" The roar ripped from her diminutive (as it was popularly
commented on) chest, and yelled "boo" at the shadows.
*~~~~~*
A silver arch cut through the dark over the fierce face; the sword hilt never
leaving the knowing palm. With an eager bite the silver smile halved all who
passed before it, deep delicious bladefuls of misspent life. All dead at
Gourry’s feet. Panting, he stood, candlelight and shadow alternately stroking
over his beautiful mouth and chin, running their thin, sharp fingers down and
through his long fair locks.
His breath was finally run down, and a swipe over his brow set him to a cautious
exploration of the behemoth cavern, searching for more of the hooded guards,
even though his gut told him all were dead. He felt like he’d been swallowed by
some huge snake and was wandering through it, lost and unaware he was dead.
It wasn’t as if he *enjoyed* killing, he reflected. It was just.. better .. if
*he* did it before Lina could get to them.
Where *was* she? Gourry had never met anyone over the age of four with such a
predisposition towards wandering off. Who knew who or what she’d happened to
while she’d been gone. Gourry set off in a jog, concerned for Lina as well as
local property value. On silent feet he left and was consumed by the rivered
shadows around him
*~~~~~*
Candlelight beckoned. Lina wanted to know what the hell it expected her to do,
chained to the floor as she was. It was difficult, but by a series of twists and
an almost inhuman flexibility, she managed to give several candle stands the
finger. "My ass has gone NUMB!" She yelled suddenly, gifting the shadows around
her with a nervous twitch.
A glint caught her eye and hadn’t been properly identified as food, enemy,
money, or some unique chimera of them all (Lina was fantasizing about Heaven),
when Gourry came charging into the room, the sync of his long, lean legs almost
a blur. He was wearing that "intense killer swordsman" look that was just so
*cute*.
"And eighty- seven years later, my ‘protector’ shows up." Lina greeted him. With
a vague smell of scorched rubber and with an actual "skreee-eeeeee" noise,
Gourry slid to a halt, the intent expression suddenly ballooning into wide eyed
and limp jawed surprise. "Lina- HAH?!" Lina thumped her head onto the floor just
in time to hear Gourry.
"BWAAAAAAAA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!"
She made no reply, hoping to lure him into letting her up. THEN she’d kill him.
Blond mirth sounded in her ears like an air raid siren and she refused to look
at him until his perverse amusement wound down to gasping giggles.
"Untie me, idiot." She was *more* than aware of her appearance. She was fully
aware that she looked like a moron, thankyousomuch.
"Oh Lina...." and the giggles rose as their population multiplied insanely. As
Gourry’s verbal popcorn wound down AGAIN, she realized killing someone with just
her hands was hardly impossible. It was, in fact, a strangely seductive idea.
"Gooooooo-ooouuuuuuuurrrRRRRRRYYYYYYYY........!!!" The acorn of his name was a
fully matured oak before it finished in her mouth. Pools of blue mirth ran down
his face and he was finally able to look at her.
"So. Where are your pants?" ‘Pants’ became a three syllable word as a few
convicted chuckles escaped their oral penitentiary to run free.
Lina was lying on the floor in just her tunic. That was it. Even her jewelry had
been taken. but it was her *face* that was so damn funny... runes and symbols
had been drawn all over in a post- masticated skittles- esque flair of color, so
heavy in some places it gave the demented image of facial hair. Granted it *was*
green and purple. That combined with her actual *expression* made her look like
a very dangerous three year old.
"Oh Lina.. I *really* must have done something good at some point.. I wonder
what that was...?"
"Given that you have the memory retention skills of a severely impaired
jellyfish, I’m not- what are you doing?" With a thunk, his chest and shoulder
guards hit the black marble, all but consumed except for the highlights that
danced along their edges in gilded happiness.
He just grinned at her, a pumpkin smile that split his friendly, handsome
features into open mouthed delight. "And it isn’t even my birthday!" The hip
guards made the next thunk, and the hiss of leather laughter set his belt free
to coil in snaky contentment where it lay.
A roman candle took the usual light bulb place over her head, and dominating
pomegranate eyes took over her face completely. "You wouldn’t." Flat her voice
sounded, a sarcastic verbal pancake.
Gourry’s response was a sharpened smile and pulling his shirt free of his pants.
As he unbuttoned the shirt, he wandered over between her staked legs and stood
over for several minutes. Just.. looking. A thoughtful expression came over his
face and he pulled off his fingerless gloves, leaving his wrists and lower arms
to their modesty by way of wrist guards.
One bare, elegant hand supported the other’s elbow and he fingered his chin
thoughtfully. "Ya know Lina, I’m not the smartest guy in the world, and everyone
seems to *love* commenting on my memory but... why am I seeing .. black silk..
behind my eyes...?"
"Oh shit." and her head hit the floor again, sending her curls to ripple in
bloody waves. Gourry dropped to his knees, disturbingly high between her legs,
and still had that terrifyingly thoughtful expression on his face. "How many
times am I gonna have to pay for that ?!!" Lina demanded. Repeat payment was a
terrible thing to do to the scion of a long merchant line. A half smile was her
only answer, and his hands suddenly, delicately, grasped the hem of her tunic
and then she was panties to the wind from the breasts down.
Flames consumed her face and covered her features in red paint. "Yeah Gourry,
there are my panties for the four worlds to see! Let me up so we can get out of
here! Prank time’s over!"
"No one else is here."
"Wha- How d’you know?!!"
"Took care of ‘em." And trained fingers, a hand on either side of her hips,
jerked the side seam apart with a token protest. Lina was effectively bare- ass
naked from the waist down.
A hand on either side of her head put him in lazy domination, their bodies not
yet touching save for the idle tickle of his opened shirt and the nerve
destroying drag of his hair. Promises gleamed smoke in his deep blue eyes and
seemed to say "fall into me, Lina. I’ll catch you" Like he always did..
"This is the nicest present I’ve ever received. Gotta unwrap the rest." That was
about it for warning. His hands were briefly at her breasts, and then there was
the sudden flash of warm candlelight on his reared back chest. The next thing
she knew she was naked as her birthday, the forlorn remains of her shirt hung in
murdered vermillion from his smug hands.
"Well! *that* was fun!" And a gleaming swordsman leaned in slowly, letting his
tongue roam all over in licking flickers of stimulus, in her cleavage and up
along her neck to rest as he lightly bit her earlobe.
"GAA! GOURRY!" Domination clung in cobalt determination to her lover, and then
her whole body fed on it like a match on flash paper. "Let me up! RIGHT NOW-"
His mouth locked over hers, chocolate and decadent in taste and sensation while
his fingers expertly undid the laces to his pants. Erect and hard she could feel
him burning where he lay against her, a black- gold press on her most scarlet of
places.
"Wha..at..no.. no fore.. play..?"she managed to get out before excitement seized
her thighs and he began to thrust against her setting off rainbows of dark deep
colors with in her.
"Does it...matter...?" And his rich kisses, yummy in that thrilling way of his,
like something you’d like to get all over your fingers and lick off. A moment. A
thrust. Purple on the inside of her eyelids and velvet rose in her mouth,
suddenly the rainbow came apart. Gourry laughed softly in her ear, dark caramel,
and the combination of soft blue cotton and his hard body a flash- burn all over
her senses. "You’re so easy to take apart..." and nibbling open mouthed kisses
marked warm red under her shut eyes. She smiled back, silver in her mouth,
knowing all of his weak spots as well.
A slight flex of etched strength pulled his heavy heat minutely away, and with a
kiss of L-Sama’s gold, he penetrated her, letting the slow drag of her small
body bring him to an incandescent crawl, rewarded with Lina’s gasp, hot at his
neck and the thrust of her hips as witness to her impatient nature. The crawl
dropped to a deep wander.
"Dammit Gourry! Stop messing around!! DO IT!" She bit his collar bone, sending
the crimson of her eyes to flare through his head in imperial bursts.
Determination seated him fully, and he slid his knees beneath her, rising up to
control each entry and each protesting withdrawal.
Heliotrope was all she could see as black-gold licked all the places inside her,
finding the trigger points and pulling them easily, the feel of him around her
almost as potent as feeling him in her. In and out, bodies breathed, and turned
everything the colors of the deepest forests and fireworks pulled her nerves
free to scream across the night sky.
Power welled in Gourry along with excitement, the short strong thrusts seeming
self perpetuating, each clasp of Lina more than any other, and red took over his
body to swathe him in silk, closer and closer in the person he loved.
Tighter and tighter the rainbow bound both together, a body straining up where
one rushed down. Gourry’s hands closed on handfuls of white flesh and fell into
the red, into Lina, and pulled her into him. Fists of color squeezed them both ,
and wrung them out, and left them, weak and sated, to dry in the glory of the
spectrum still streaking across the night in their eyes.
Gourry panted and fell into a kneel, still inside her, his ragged, sunburst
yellow bangs a tickle against the cream of her breasts. "Gourry.." she gasped
out.
"Yes.. Lina...?"
"I really hate you." A weak chuckle drowned her lying words. He stretched over
her to kiss her, divinely gold and then he lay still over her bare form.
"That.. " he gasped out "..was *most* enjoyable."
"Great. Let me up."
They kissed, lingers of barest touch and idle topography and Gourry nuzzled her
nose fondly. ".. heeheehee... ‘enemy of all who live’...if they could see you
now.."
"Let me UP, asshole!"
And for the *third* time, his amusement ran free.
And then they were free and dressed, Lina’s pants recovered and the rest of her
swimming in Gourry’s much larger tunic. Gourry took her hand, and swung it
between them, feeling *incredibly* relaxed, and Lina decided to pretend NONE of
this had ever happened.
Until she could get some hand cuffs.
DA $&%^&$*-ing END!!!
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