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Notes: With this chapter, things start to heat up a bit. Not much, just a little. I originally posted these on ffnet, if you can’t tell, so there’s not much description…yet.

Xelloss couldn’t deal with this anymore. Enough was enough. It was time to go down there and tell Zelgadiss how he felt, beg for forgiveness, and hope for the best. It wasn’t very becoming of a Mazoku of his station, but what else could he do? Zelgadiss, he thought, you’re the one who’s trapped me.

It was a simple matter to pinpoint him. There was his essence, in the room they’d shared. He was alone, good, perfect. From his perch in the astral plane, he seemed to be rather calm at the moment, and for once a bit cheerful. What did that mean? Maybe he had gotten rid of some of that anger. Or maybe he was simply asleep; night had fallen on the physical plane. Something else seemed a bit odd about him, but now wasn’t the time to try and sort that out.

Without any more thought, Xelloss appeared outside the door. Pausing any longer and the courage he had left would surely leave him. He took a deep breath and knocked.

“Come in.” Zelgadiss’ voice sounded low and seductive. What was this? Was he expecting him? Was he expecting someone else…? He was definitely radiating lust signals…

The door squeaked open, and Xelloss found Zelgadiss lying on his side facing the door, naked and flaunting it. He was obviously aroused; more than that, he looked almost on the brink of climax. He didn’t need to taste Zelgadiss’ emotions to tell what he had been doing. Masturbating! This was a new development. Zelgadiss had been masturbating? The stone chimera who hated to see himself in the mirror? Not that he saw anything wrong with it (he was definitely not someone to t but but Zel wouldn’t do something like that…right?

On the other hand, why should he complain? That was a nice figure on the bed there, and he didn’t seem at all unhappy to see him. Quite the opposite.

“Why Xelloss,” came a gruff voice from the bed, “What a pleasant surprise.” Xelloss watched as Zelgadiss ran a hand up and down his length.

“Zel…?” Xelloss’ voice seemed suddenly very squeaky. Get a hold of yourself, he rebuked. Be a Mazoku. What is wrong with you?! What is wrong with Zelgadiss? Xelloss felt his facush.ush. No, no! Stop! He forced the blood of his physical cusp out of his face. He felt his breathing turn ragged. Stop that! He stopped breathing. He felt a tightening in his pants. Not much he could do about that one.

“Something wrong?” Zel grinned. It was a predatory, seductive, eager grin. Is this really you, Zelgadiss? The sapphire eyes drifted down Xelloss’ form, and the Mazoku felt as if he was being raked by them. These were the same eyes that had captured him before, weren’t they? Why did they seem so different now, so cold and lifeless? The eyes halted, and Xelloss looked to see what those icy jewels were looking at. The bulge in his pants. “I guess not. Come join me, Xelloss.” Zelgadiss patted the bed beside him.

“But, Zel,” Xelloss said, “I…” he swallowed. Regain your pride, Mazoku, said one voice in Xelloss’ head. The other one screamed, Come back to me, Zelgadiss. “We need to talk.”

“You want to talk? Sure, we can talk. After.” The chimera’s smile changed, as if he were
trying a different strategy. It became welcoming, almost pleading for Xelloss to join him. It was almost too much for Xelloss. He wanted to obey that smile and just leap into bed with him, but more importantly, he wanted to hug him. He wanted to make up, cuddle him, and then take him. That somehow didn’t seem possible now. Zelgadiss didn’t even seem like he was in his right mind.

“Zel, I’ll come back later,” Xelloss whispered. “We really need to talk.”

Zel snorted and rolled his eyes. “Fine, fine, be that way.” He sighed and reached down to his crotch. Right there in front of Xelloss, he began pumping himself. Xelloss stared.



Aaaah, so much had happened since his birth. As he lay down in front of Xelloss, the evil one, he remembered his orders. He remembered being in that throne room, sitting beside her. She had elevated him to a place of power, even though she had only just created him. She put so much trust in him! He really didn’t deserve it.

“So you see,” his master was explaining, “You need to kill him. You need to kill him before he gets to you. You must use all means necessary. Do you understand?”

“Yes, master,” Zelgadiss smiled at her and gave a nod of a bow from his sitting position. He didn’t care if this Xelloss killed him, all he cared about was what his master wanted him to do. She had created him, she owned him, she had saved him from the fog. She had given him a purpose. And most importantly, she cared about him. Everything she ordered him to do was in his own interest.

He watched her as she talked. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever set eyes on. (Of course, he had only just been born, but she was anyway.) The way her blue hair curled around her face, those dark and mysterious teal eyes. He felt like he could just stare into them forever, lose himself in them, and never find his way out. Briefly, he thought that reminded him of someone, but no matter. It was probably his new mind playing tricks on him. For he had only existed here, in this throne room, with her.



Xelloss tore his eyes away from the chimera. “I have to leave now,” he said in a whisper dangerously close to a helpless whimper.

“No,” Zelgadiss said, “Stay. We can talk.” He patted the bed beside him. “Sit.”

“I-I’m sorry, Zeiss.iss. I can’t deal with you like this. We’ll talk later. Please forgive me.” With that, Xelloss slipped out the door. Was he running away?! He had best change his attitude soon, or his master would (at the very least) get very, very pissy. And Lina paled in comparison to his master when she was angry. 

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