Divinitas

011 - Aether\'s Touch


Why do we always want what is worst for us?

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The moments after were a blur. His body was numb. From exhaustion, from rage, from fear. Some small part of him registered his friends reluctantly letting go, and then his body crumpling in slow motion but never hitting the ground. There were strong arms supporting him, hands that touched without cruelty, only tenderness.

And then he was walking. Leaving it all behind. The loud crowd, the stunned faces of his comrades, Chima looking more than a little lost and confused. Phoenix didn\'t see Gryps leaning up against the wall, no more than a few meters from the exit he and Aether took, watching with cold and calculating grey eyes. Nor did he see the violet haired angel tied up and gagged at his feet, struggling to wriggle towards them like a super-charged worm.

Nothing imprinted in his memory of the journey up through the maze to Aether\'s room. Only that he was never allowed to stumble or fall, and that he felt amazingly safe yet terrified at the same time.

It wasn\'t until he found himself sitting stiffly and painfully on a beautifully carved wooden stool in front of a full length mirror that reality seemed to reform around him.

His crimson eyes that had lacked fire before now stared back at him wide and wild. His fiery hair was mattered with sweat and looked as if a bird had tired to construct their nest there. And his body… Well, better to not look at that at all. His eyes weren\'t listening to his brain though, and dipped down the mirror that reflected so perfectly the imperfect image. Tattered black and drying red. Too much blood to see anything clearly. It had run down his flat stomach and soaked into the top of his black pants, darkening the material further.

A soft whandhand touched the bare flesh on his neck, followed by cold sharp metal sliding against his skin. Instantly Phoenix froze, eyes darting to Aether\'s reflection standing right behind him. Unblinking eyes followed Aether\'s arms, watched in silent alarm as his hands slid slowly down the front of his top, one holding a small dagger.

\"I won\'t hurt you further today,\" Aether\'s quiet voice spoke unobtrusively into Phoenix\'s ear. It was followed by a loud tearing of material as the dagger ripped through the blood soaked cloth.

The air that touched his bare skin as Aether carefully peeled away the ruined uniform was cold, making him shiver. Or was the shiver caused by Aether\'s touch, as he now brought a slightly damp cloth and cleaned away the blood from the still weeping wound that skewered through Phoenix\'s body?

A sterile ne and and thread was taken up from the dresser beside them, and without warning, Aether began stitching up the wound hoenhoenix\'s back.

A hiss of breath released itself through Phoenix\'s gritted teeth. \"Liar… You just did.\" But the boy held as still as possible, hands clutching his knees until they turned white.

Aether didn\'t reply, only pushed open the boy\'s knees and knelt down between them, sending Phoenix\'s heart into a panic. Then the violet eye looked up at him, expression unreadable. \"If you\'re so afraid of me, why don\'t you run away?\"

Confused red eyes blinked back at him. Phoenix opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Why hadn\'t he run? There were no chains holding him. And why had he admitted he belonged to Aether? The rules of Metamorphosis meant as much to him as the rules written by some ancient and dead civilization…

The Child of Soul was strapping thick wads of cotton onto Phoenix\'s wounded shoulder when the fiery boy focused his eyes again. Aether had taken advantage of Phoenix\'s stunned silence to stitch the narrow but deep wound on the boy\'s stomach, and now stood behind him, wiping away the remaining traces of blood from Phoenix\'s upper half. His eyes traced the long diagonal slash along Phoenix\'s back. The boy hadn\'t bothered to have stitches removed, even though the wound had now closed over. Just like him… Always forgetful in taking care of himself.

Absently, Aether let his finger trace the healing wound, feeling the slight rise in the once smooth flesh where the wound was healing.

Phoenix stiffened, sucking in a sharp breath of air as he felt Aether\'s finger tips move along his back, a feeling that caused his heart to flutter, as fast as if there was a humming bird was trapped within him. He watched with widening red eyes as Aether picked up a pair of small silver scissors and proceeded to cut the threads. His touch was always gentle, feather light…

Like a lover\'s.

…And then the scissors dropped with a musical clang onto the stone floor. Aether was on his knees behind him, both hands touching Phoenix\'s middle, slowly sliding around to his stomach, locking him into a possessive embrace.

Phoenix\'s heart beat audibly in his ears. A voice in his head screamed to get up, to run away… But his body remained seated, unmoving, staring at his reflection, at the smooth skinned arms wrapped around his middle, at the partly visible boy behind him. He was quivering. He was torn. He wanted to run, but didn\'t. And all he could do was watch and feel as Aether\'s lips touched his back, searing against the wound he himself had inflected.

Perfect white teeth closed around a thread and tugged it out gently, letting it fall from his mouth before kissing Phoenix\'s back again. His tongue moved over the freshly released flesh, hot and wet as it licked the scar that would fade to nothing as time passed. Slowly Aether moved his lips, removing each cut thread. Phoenix\'s body shivered beneath Aether\'s tender yet aggressive mouth, and as the last thread was pulled out from his flesh, a sob rolled through the boy.

The Child of Soul looked up to see Phoenix\'s arms wrapped around himself, his whole body shaking uncontrollably. Large silent sobs welled up from his body, face bowed to hide the beginnings of salty tears.

\"Why do you touch me like this…\" Phoenix whispered through clenched teeth, eyes squeezed shut against the liquid that streamed like twin silver trails down his flushed cheeks. \"I can\'t deal with you when you touch me like this… You act as if you care, but you were the one who hurt me for no reason… It\'s okay if you hurt me! Everyone has always hurt me, and I can fight against that! But don\'t touch me as if you care…! Because… Because…\" He couldn\'t finish the sentence. He couldn\'t say because it made him feel wanted, that each caress filled the deep emptiness and loneliness inside of him that widened with each passing day.

Aether stood, pulling Phoenix shakily to his feet as he did so. He turned the boy around to face him, and lifted the boy\'s chin so their gazes were forced to connect. \"Because I want you.\"

Slowly the golden haired youth leaned forward and pressed his lips against the slightly parted ones of Phoenix. Soft and gentle at first, then deepening into something on the verge of savage desperation as Aether delved his tongue deep into Phoenix\'s naïve mouth, tasting his very essence.

Suddenly the boy shoved Aether away, quivering hand covering his mouth as if he would be sick. His red eyes were filled with confusion and terror as he stared at Aether, slowly backing away from him until he hit an unrelenting wall.

\"It\'s all right, Phoenix… My Phoenix…\" There was a predator\'s gleam in Aether\'s eye as he looked at the boy before him now. A pleasure filled smile twisted his face into something that bordered on sinister. \"You want this, don\'t you?\" he asked as he advanced on the other, each step reminding Phoenix of a giant cat coming in for the kill. \"I make you feel wanted, don\'t I? It\'s the only reason though, isn\'t it? It\'s always been the only reason…\" Aether\'s hands placedmselmselves firmly on each side of Phoenix\'s shaking body, closing off any path of escape. The smile widening, Aetheaneeaned forward and nuzzled Phoenix\'s bare neck, lips moving over the sensitive flesh, nipping gently at the graceful curve of the boy\'s collar bone.

Phoenix swallowed, his mind in chaos. His body was enjoying this. Some dark part of his soul was too. But his heart and mind said everything about this situation was wrong, dead wrong. Let it go on and you may very well lose your soul. That was what both his conflicting heart and mind was screaming.

But then those two parts of him were silenced.

Aether was slowly kissing down Phoenix\'s chest, dropping down until he was kneeling in front of Phoenix, hands trailing down Phoenix\'s sides and sending shivers of pleasure racing along every nerve ending. The older boy regraded what was directly in front of him, and leaned forward closer to Phoenix\'s crotch, breathing in the scent that was distinctly Phoenix\'s, mixed with his blood. How many times had he breathed in this scent? Too many to count, and despite the many years that separated the last time and now, he had not forgotten it. Deeply immersed in memories, Aether caught the zipper in his teeth and unzipped, hands undoing the belt and button that held the pants around the slim waist. In a rustle of cloth, the black pants slid down the long lightly muscled legs.

\"You always wear boxers…\" Aether whispered, hand snaking up the leg of one and brushing up againstenixenix\'s hardening member and drawing a gasp out of the boy. Long slender fingers wrapped around the throbbing length, thumb rubbing against the sensitive head.

Phoenix bit back a moan, biting his bottom lip. Sensations such as his he had never experience before. Oh, he had touched himself in the past. He was human, and male at that. But of this intensity? Never. Not such as to make his legs feel weak, as if he would crumple any moment now. It took every ounce of his will power not to cry out in bliss, not to rock his hips in time to Aether\'s touch that seemed to know exactly how to draw the most pleasure from him.

The boxers joined his pants about his ankles. Aether\'s tongue dipped out and licked the head before drawing the sensitive organ into his hot wet mouth. A hiss escaped Phoenix\'s mouth, and a groan finally forced itself out as Aether\'s handid aid around Phoenix\'s hips, one pressing the boy forward, the other running along the cleft between his firm buttocks.

Aether smiled around the member he held trapped in his mouth, and sucked softly on it, alternating between swirling his tongue around the head and scrapins tes teeth lightly along the length.

Some great pressure was building within Phoenix, something he couldn\'t control nor suppress. It was so wicked, so wrong, yet so right. His hands were pressed against the wall, white and blood deprived. His head tossed from side to side, and despite his eyes being squeezed shut, tears still trickled from them.

Finally, Aether took the whole length of Phoenix\'s organ into his mouth, deep throating him. It was all Phoenix would take, and his seed spilled out, deep into Aether\'s throat with a cry that was a mixture of Heaven and Hell, joy and defeat.

Aether let the member slide out until only the tip remained encased in his mouth, sucking it until not a drop was left. When he finally released it, Phoenix slid to the ground, back pressed against the wall, breathing heavily. His red eyes were wide, glazed over. They watched as Aether rose to his feet as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, and walk over to a table where a vase of brilliant red roses basked in the early afternoon sunlight. A black velvet covered box laid beside it, its material surface reflecting nothing.

Mind blissfully blank, he stared as Aether opened the box and lifted something silver and shining from it with both hands. As he approached Phoenix, he saw that it was a thin circle of silver upon which was engraved a glittering symbol of an eye. The Child of Soul\'s signature… Signed upon a silver collar.

The realisation came too late. It had already encircled his neck, cold and suffocating, locking into place with a soft yet ominous click.

\"Now, you\'re truly mine…\"

Phoenix stared at him with disbelief in his crimson eyes. Eyes that could not comprehend what was happening to him…

This boy had just played with him as if he were a doll…

And it was as if nothing had happened at all.

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