Angels with Devil smiles

Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction. Anything and everything resembling any real person, living or dead is purely coincidental. And anything that I borrowed from other sources, I'll give that source credit. The plot and chars however are mine.

Title: Angels with Devil smiles

Author Penname: VampyKitty

Warnings: Language mostly, some mano-a-mano smexing, A bit of torturing, more to come in other chapters. Bad spelling/Grammar since it is un-Beta-ed.

Parings: Some are established, others are just wanted to be paired together.

Reviews: Yesh please

Chapter two: Touch of nightmares and moment between lovers.

After awhile, the sound of water dripping becomes a peaceful thing to listen to. Like a mother’s heartbeat. It has been a long, long time that this boy has heard his mother heartbeat but he was willing to bet his teeth that it sounded like this water dripping. The dried blood on his pale skin was itchy as hell, his body sore and numb in some places. He moved his hands around to make sure that he still had them. Fingers wrapping around the rusty chains, the shaved head laid back against the rough surface of the wall. Waiting for the man that he called the bastard to take him from his cell and finish what he had started so long ago.

The sadist bastard was in a creative mood today. He put the young boy of sixteen on the rack and strapped his head, neck, arms, wrists, legs, and ankles in. But never does he gagged the boy. The bastard loved to hear him scream. First he stretched the arms and legs to the far edge. He screamed till he was horsed, arching his back and fought to get free. The bastard waited till he was done, smiling wide, showing his black pea teeth like an insane clown with his wide greasy red hair sprouting out like a palm-tree.

The boy panted as tears of pain ran down his cheeks like rivers. He never begged to be let go or for the bastard to stop. Not since the third time he was strapped in like this. He was smart to know that not amount of begging was going to help. Instead he saved his breath for screaming.

“I’m going to make you so pretty.” The bastard pressed his slimy lips against his ear as he spoke. His rotting breath nearly got the boy gagging but he haven’t eaten since three days ago so he was sure that nothing was going to come out anyway.

“You will be my greatest creation. Feel honor.” He chuckled as he pulled away and went over to his tray of nice sharp tools. He picked up a little sliver scalpel, glistering in the firelight of the flames from the millions of candles that surrounded the room.

A balled was playing from a record player in a corner of the room. Setting the mood for the man that called himself the Artist. He brushed dirty bony knuckles down the wet cheek of the boy, smiling with pride for what he was about to do.

“Feel honor, my young heart.” Then he pressed the small sharp point against the skin at the tip of the hairline and let it sink into the skin before pulling it down……
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“FUCK!”

He rose out of the bed, hands grabbing at the fine cotton sheets till his knuckles turned bone white. Panting and feeling sweating sliding down his face as the dream went back to the little black box that stayed, looming like a predator waiting for the kill strike in the back of his mind. Rave was sniffed back tears that wanted to come and wiped his forearm against his head before stepping out of his bed.

He stood naked in front of the mirror that he had demand to be put in his room. Why a man with dead useless eyes wanted a mirror in the center of his room? Only Rave knew why and he hasn’t felt like telling. Cause he would have to explain everything and he hadn’t gotten the courage to do so.

Nimble fingers pulled glossy black hair back and used a long silver hair stick to twist it and pinned it back and looked back at the image in the mirror he knew would be there. What he saw was a sixteen year old boy with a shaved head and scarred. All over the bone thin body were carefully and skillfully made drawings that only made sense to a madman.

Fingertips traced over the designs on the now twenty-four year old lean sinewy body. Skin pale as snow with a thin line of black hair leading from a navel down to his pubic region. Past lovers who didn’t know how the beautiful drawings came to be enjoyed tracing over them with their own fingers. Believing it was art instead of torture.

With a growl, Rave flipped the mirror and let it twirled around in its frame as he walked briskly to the adjoining bathroom to start the rest of the morning ritual. No-one was allowed in his room for it was his sanctuary. Trysts were carried anywhere else but never has he brought a lover to his room. For he was afraid that someone would see the true Rave, a man that still cried over a lost innocence and still coward in the dark.

Since he lived in a world that was all but dark, he was always afraid.
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Most men were babies when they were in pain or sick. That was especially true when it came for a certain werewolf to have his monthly shots. And when that werewolf was being a baby, or in this cause a puppy about getting his shots, it was widely known that a certain raven haired man was right in the same room, being as supportive as a friend can be.

If a friend was someone that taunted and teased mercilessly.

“Owww!”

“Aww is the wittle puppy okay? Did the meanie needle hurt the wittle puppy?” He chuckled from the other side of the giant work table, rolling a green glass ball between the long nimble fingers.

Darrel rolled his eyes at his friend’s taunts and placed a firm hand on the sleek dark chest to keep Bowen down while the hybrid growled over his shoulder at the insufferable man. This was what these two men do to one another, day in and day out. Pick at each other like a bunch of five year olds. Lord Titus had stated once that as long they don’t kill each other, just let these two bickered. But some days, it was annoying, as if two flies buzzing in his ear and he just can’t get at either one of them.

“Why don’t you sit here and get stick like a piece of meat over and over again?” The dark man snarled, just dying to wring that little pretty neck.

“Naw, I’ll let you have that fun.” Rave tossed the glass ball up in the air, catching it on its way down.

“Don’t worry, Bowen. Titus’s going to need him in Court today. Another bride parade. He’s going to wish that he was being stick with needles over and over again.” The blonde man laughed as he prepared the last needle.

Bowen laughed at the thought of the blind man having to sit for a few hours as the matchmaker introducing fifteen maybe-brides and the maybe-brides showing off why the Kin g should choose them. It was boring and brain-numbing as waiting at a dentist office and the poor second knight couldn’t sit still if his life was riding on it. It wasn’t as painful as getting pricked by needles but still if Alexander wasn’t there to keep watch over the shorter man, chaos ensues.

Last time, he almost set the drapes on fire and ruined a few Noble Ladies’ gowns.

Rave almost let the glass ball fall to the ground as his eyes went wide and body frozen. “Why do I gotta suffer through that shit?!” He zoomed toward his friend’s side and gripping his arms, face leaning in towards the other’s.

Darrel laughed, almost evilly. “Cause Alexy got the day off , while Ryoma decided that he got the day off when he throw the poor guy over his shoulder at breakfast and carried him off to their room. Alexy screaming about how embarrassing the whole thing was and how he can‘t have the day off.” He sighed almost enviously. “ I wish I had someone that loved me enough to do romantic things like that with me.” He pushed the lifeless hands from his biceps and turned to turn the big werewolf on his side and pushed the man’s pants done to stick the needle in the fleshy rump cheek.

Bowen yelped at the pain, muttered about needle happy Alchemists as he rubbed his poor rump.

Rave sighed and combed back his hair with his fingers and rubbed the tips into his skull. “Fuck man, I wish Ti-ti would pick a bitch already.” He plopped down over the werewolf’s legs on the tiny couch that was set up in the blonde’s workroom as a sitting place or something to lay on. His arms curled over his waist as he puffed out his cheeks dramatically.

“Lord Titus is just looking out for what is best for Île verte, Ravy. “ The younger man cleaned up the bottles of carefully made elixirs and needles and put them in their rightful places.

The dark man sat up and stretched his back as best as he could with a skinny man on his legs. He had the half mind to push him on the floor but let him stay there. Despite the teasing and threats, he really didn’t mind having the dark haired man so close to him. He can easily flood his nose with the rich scent of the other and kept on eye on the man.

He was really protective of the smaller man, even if said man can handle his own in battle despite his handicap. The wolf in him insisted the man needed watching and he agreed.

“He’s being a prick what he is. He still believed that he needs to ‘feel’ some sort of connection before picking. All them ‘ladies’ are out for the gold or was forced to be in the parade so their daddies can gain some wealth and power through Ti-ti.” The dark man rolled his eyes at the ranting and get comfortable on the small couch.

Darrel didn’t take the rant just as laid-back. He slammed the cabinet door and narrowed his eyes at the blind man. Bowen felt the room get a bit chillier but didn’t think of warning the man that was currently sitting on his legs. It was a rare thing for the blonde to have his feathers ruffled and frankly what ever happen, Ravy deserved it.

“LORD TITUS is a good man and leader and deserves to have a suitable wife that will not care for him as a companion but be as gracious as the man himself.” He poked a rather sharp letter opener against the sloping nose of the older man.

The scarred eyes blinked as Rave held up his hands in surrender. “All right, all right. I hope that His Highness found the right person to take as his Queen. Fuck man, chill out.” He pushed the letter opener away from his face. “You should ease up on the hero worship shit, you know.”

The doe eyes kept glaring down at the crude warrior before shaking his head and sighing. “Just that it has to be hard for the king to have the need to marry shoved in his face over and over but can’t find any woman worthy enough to even ask for a small ’get to know each other better’ dinner.” He placed the letter opener on his worktable and pulled himself up to sit on the edge.

Bowen had to agree there. It was worse as whenever he visit his mother and be bombarded with a daughter of friend joining them for tea or dinner. Then listen to her go on about the good points of the poor girl. He knew what he wanted in a mate but couldn’t have him because the other man didn’t want him and he wasn’t the one to go after things that were doomed to fail horribly.

“Mm, anyway how come I missed out on Mister Snooty-pants being carried out like a sack of potatoes?” The dark haired man rubbed at the still red mark on his forehead where said Mister Snooty-pants had thrown a pen at him just the other day.

“That’s what you get for skipping breakfast, Ravy!” The little man giggled and grinned. “Oh you should have seen his face, it was like when Wolf wolf here was told that they no longer made his favorite cookie.”

This time both small man laughed while Bowen growled out a “HEY!” and this time pushed the dark haired man to the floor. Rave let out a surprised yelp then went laughing and saying ‘Poor puppy loves his doggy treats’

No wonder Alexander wanted to roast this man on a daily basis.

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The smell of sex and sweat was heavy in the large room as clothes were scattered everywhere like a bomb went off in a laundry room. The headboard knocking against the red wall in rhythmic pattern as the tan man had the smaller man’s back pressed hard against it, legs pinned up against his chest. He merciless drove his cock hard into his lover as the man cried out in sharp gasps.

“RYOMA!” he cried out as his cum splattered over both their stomachs and lay lifelessly against the wooded headboard. A few minutes later, his giant lover grunted out his release and leaned against the flushed worn out body of the usual high strung man.

“Powers to be! I got nothing left, sweetheart.” The bigger man chuckled breathlessly at his lover’s word, hearing them just an hour ago when he had on the man on his knees and hands and rode him hard,

They haven’t spent the entire day rutting like animals. But just about. There were little breaks between love making where they lay cuddling each other and feeding each other and talking about little nothings. He knew how hard the man worked for days and weeks and was just too tired for long rounds of sex at night when they finally alone after a long day of work. No doubt the poor man’s stress levels were high due to a certain raven knight and blond alchemist’s high jinks. So a day off every so often was needed where both men can spend the day doing nothing but reconnect as love partners.

He kissed lovely over the pink flushed neck and jaw and chest before pulling his spent cock out of the leaking asshole, earning a small moan and whimper for it. He cooed as he pulled the man down onto the bed and laid him down on the soft pillows. He nuzzled at the bony shoulder and twirled callous fingers in the soft chestnut hair, loving the soft hint of premature grey along the strands despite what his lover says about it.

“I want a bath in a minute.” Alexander demanded as he tapped a finger lovingly against the man’s broad forehead. “I feel so filthy and sweaty.” He pouted as his thin body nestled against the thick tan body, feeling safe in the tree trunks that his lover called arms.

“Yes, my love.” Ryoma smiled as he curled his arms loving around his true love and nuzzled his nose in the sweat drenched hair. He lived to serve the one that he had claimed as mate, just as long the other man kept loving him and wanted to be his and only his.

He wished this type of happiness on everyone and that brought back the thought of a certain blonde genius. He sat up a bit, the thoroughly worn-out man still wrapped up against him and begin to smooth down the longish chestnut hair. “Hey, Lexy?”

“Mmm.” A sleepy grunt was given as a reply.

“What do you think about setting up a certain little smarty-pants that we all know and love with his very own love slave?” He chuckled at the joke that many people at the castle make about the first knight’s devotion to the King’s head advisor.

The once sleepy man snapped open his sea green eyes and pushed himself back off his lover’s chest and glared at the smiling man.

“Hell. No.” He hissed out his teeth and winced as he moved too fast out of the bed and headed for the adjoining bathroom. “You do that type of thing on your own. Leave me out of it.”

Ryoma sighed and followed his lover. “Oh come on, its just a matter of putting them in the same room and let nature takes it course.” His words got cut off as the door was slammed in his face. He wasn’t all that worried, cause that man has to leave that bathroom sooner or later and he just knows how to clam that high-strung mate of his.

He leaned against the door frame and waited out his lover’s hissy fit with an idea €of putting that dresser drawer to better use.

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(A/n: plot is coming soon, just building up to it. I think. I don't know, I just let my fingers type what needs to be said.)