Author:  Mystix The Ellimist
Title:  Revenge

Revenge

Xelloss stood over Valgaav, and smiled as the dragon cross-breed looked up at him, trembling, but eyes defiant. Purple-slitted eyes glanced over to a shock of yellow hair that stood sharply against the malevolent darkness of the cave. A small smile spread across his features. The dragon maid was here, that was no fun. Twitching a hand, Firia fell to the dirt, unconscious. He again looked that Val.

"So, my friend," he said, rubbing a hand over the ruby red jewel atop his staff, "I have a proposition for you..."

Val spat at the tricksters feet, body weak and eyes blazing, "Bastard, I wouldn't make a deal with you if my fucking life depended on it, you fu..."

"Ah-ah-ah..." His hand moved from his staff to wave a finger in front of the halflings face, "I believe in pleasure before business..." At this, Xelloss smiled his private smile, meant to drive others insane with it's secretive charm. Unfortunately, Val only glared up at him.

"Get the hells away from me, shit-head." At that, he turned his eyes away.

Xelloss knelt beside him, whispering, "Come now, you don't need to be like this..." He reached out hand to touch Val's face, and was not surprised the ancient jerked away.

"You," he said, not taking his eyes off the BeastMaster's charge now, "Get, the fuck, away from me..."

Xel crawled closer, eyes open and ablaze with lust, "Since you asked so nicely, I'm going to oblige your dirty mouth." As he advanced, Val retreated, until he reached the wall, whereupon Xelloss crawled beside him. Val, trembling harder, and unable to do anything due to his weakness, tried to make no emotion show, but Xelloss knew better. How odd, the fallen hated him, hated him more than the mazoku thought possible, but also held lust for one so much closer to Gaav's power than he could ever be. Xel blinked to himself, did He and Gaav....?

Leaning closer, Xel whispered in Val's ear, breathing heavily, "I can do better than your dead master ever could..."

Val, using strength he didn't know he had, decked Xelloss, "You fucking no-good monster. Don't you fucking come near me, or I'll blow your shit eating face outta the goddamned sky!"

Xelloss came up, rubbing the welt on his cheek. His eyes flashed with hunger and his voice was cold, "I'll have you. I want you, and I always get what I want," he smiled, menacingly, and teleported away.

Val, thinking he had escaped the mazoku, slowly stood, making his way back to the center of the room, and, he hoped, to the dragon priestess. His mind whirled as he methodically placed one foot after the other. What the hell was wrong with him. The mazoku prick was fucking with his mind, had to be. Surely he wouldn't be feeling these things if Xelloss hadn't. A low moan escaped his throat, and he stumbled. The ground blurred before him and came up in a rush...

Then he was supported by someone's arms. Good arms, strong arms, Gaav? No, not Gaav, the arms were too thin, too feminine, than who....Growling, Val tried to push his helper away, but his waning strength was no match for his holder, "I told you to fucking leave me alone..."

"And I told you," his captor said, the voice unmistakable, "I always get what I want...." Xelloss leaned down to Val, still holding him, and slowly began to kiss his ear, tugging, insistant.

Val shuddered, though even he couldn't tell if it was in pleasure or revulsion. He struggled and bit more, whimpering.

Xelloss continued, whispering in the halfling's ear, "Come, my lust, let us put aside our differences and have a bit of fun..." As he said this, he moved down to the ancient's neck, trailing soft, light kisses up and down.

Val moaned plaintively. He shouldn't do this, but it felt so right...He closed his eyes, trying to convince himself it wasn't Xelloss who was doing this. He unknowingly leaned into the kisses, and felt himself turned around.

Lips met lips, and Val's eyes closed tighter. This wasn't Xelloss, this wasn't Xelloss....But it was, and he knew it was, and he liked it. Xel's lips prodded, soft but insistant, and Val obliged opening his mouth just a little bit. Xelloss tongue entered, sliding itself along Val's teeth, testing every crevice and exploring every nook, mapping Val's entire mouth with it's graceful, almost dance-like movements. Val returned the favour, and tongue twined with tongue, twisting and weaving in the intricate steps of lovers.

The first to break off the kiss, Xelloss moved downward, trailing his tongue along Val's collarbone. Val ran a hand through the soft purple hair, his legs weakening again. Xel lowered him to the ground, softly. Val kissed the top of the mazoku's head, wanting more, needing it. Xel moved to his nipple, suckling and tugging like a new-born with teeth. Val's back arched slightly, and he wrapped his arms around Xelloss, holding the priest to his own body. Eyes blinked back tears of pleasure, and his pelvis thrust on instinct. Xel caught this and smiled to himself. This was easier than her thought, "My lust..." he whispered. He wrapped his owns arms around the cross-breed, trailing intricate patterns along his back, massaging his shoulders, and moving ever lower.

Xelloss purred, kissing along Val's abs and bellybutton. Upon reaching the tie to his pants, he tugged, undoing it with his teeth. Val moaned again, not noticing tht the tricksters own clothes had somehow disappeared as well. Xel took Val's fully erected manhood in his hands and fondled it gently, rubbing his balls with his thumbs. A groan of pure pleasure escaped Val's throat, and he thrusted again, wanting, passionate. Xel continued his soft lovings, moving his hand slowly across Val's member, rubbing the tip of the nub. Slowly, he leaned down, trailing kisses and gentle bites across it.

Val's heart pulsed. Pure sexual pleasure ran through every part of him. He forgot ho his lover was, giving himself over to the torrent of emotions. His back arched at the attentions Xelloss gave him, and he screamed. His level of pleasure had reached an entirely new peak, and he rode the waves of his lust as they crashed around him, trying to drown his mind. He screamed again, over and over, and it was only until much, much later than he realized he had screamed Gaav's name, and not Xelloss'.

Val lay upon the cold dirt of the cave, panting. With much effort, he retrieved his pants and noticed the trickster was nowhere to be found. Pulling them on, he looked around once more, had they really...Xelloss faded into view before him, smiling as always. But there was a hint of something else in his smile this time, though it couldn't be sure whether that hint was one of pride or menace, "Xel..."

"Now, now, friend. Like I said, pleasure before business, and now it's time for business"

"But..."

"No buts, lets get on with it."

Firia awoke, rubbing her head. She must have tripped. Xelloss! Cursing her carelessness and hoping she wasn't detected, she again peeked over her rock. Xelloss' voice floated back to her, echoing strangely in the cave.

"Now, my master wants you to join the ranks of the mazoku..."