Divinitas

021 - A Doll\'s Conversation

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Humans wermplemplex creatures. No one could deny that. To second guess their reactions, their intents… That was next to impossible for some. Gryps Aura was more intricate than most. His soul had been divided into a past and present self. And the past self would no longer show its face.

Since the confession of his past to Draco, he had become withdrawn. Much more so that before. He barely spoke a word to anyone, and his eyes were like pieces of ice, glittering with frost, not life. He had even taken to sitting by himself for meals.

Much to Draco\'s disappointment, the younger boy had not given any new clues concerning the mystery revolving around the disappearances of students, nor how he had received the wounds that were now only faint red lines encircling his dancer-like limbs. In fact, Gryps refused to even make eye contact with Draco, much less speak to the older boy. Perhaps Draco should have realised that prying into a shell like Gryps would only make him clamp up tighter still. But the damage was done, and now there was nothing to do except search for other sources.

The weed pad passed unbearably slow for Phoenix, but it was finally Friday evening. Still, the boy was doing his best to eat as slowly as possible. After all, each dinner was the the last supper to him. Maybe he believed he wouldn\'t see the next day in his current situation… After all, how many \'little deaths\' did he have per night?

\"I did not need that thought just now…\" the boy muttered, screwing shut his eyes as if doing so would erase the unpleasant thought or image.

A green pea suddenly sailed through the air and hit the muttering boy right on the nose. The incident was promptly followed by sinful giggling from Casi and Chima. Unfortunately those two trouble makers had become closer and closer in the passing weeks… They were like siblings… The kind that loved to play pranks on others and make their life a misery.

\"Stop that, you two,\" Draco spoke up from behind a propped up book he was reading. \"Can\'t you see Phoenix is stressed out enough as it is?\"

\"Of course! After all, anyone would be a cranky little boy with the amount of sleep he\'s getting,asi asi answered teasingly. \"We just want to see him crack!\" The girl threw another pea at the silently fuming boy.

Phoenix was about to erupt like a volcano when familiar arms wrapped around his shoulders, instantly chilling his entire body. \"Hmm… Actually, he gets at least six hours a night…\" Aether\'s low and seductive voice spoke from above Phoenix. \"I think it\'s all the activities we engage in that has him so exhausted…\" Phoenix\'s crimson eyes bludged at hearing such words spoken about him, his face blushing an adorable pink to match his features.

Casi looked outraged, standing up and slamming her palms down on the table top, rattling the plates and glasses. \"Oh, get your filthy hands off him!\" the girl exclaimed. \"You are such a sadistic bastard, you know that Aether? Look at my poor Little Phoenix! He\'s still wearing bandages around his middle! Who knows what other wounds you\'ve inflicted on him to get your little highs!\"

The Child of Soul simply looked amused, and then tightened his hold around the boy and smiled. \"No. He\'s mine, so I will not take my hands off him. Which, by the way, are cleaner than your\'s, Casimir… At least I don\'t bite my nails.\"

The girl\'s face reddened as she quickly hid her small hands behind her back. \"At least I\'m not keeping anyone against their will! Mine, mine, mine! That\'s all you can ever say, Aether! I don\'t see your name written on him anywhere!\"

At this Aether laughed. \"Oh? Are you very sure about that, Casimir? Have you looked him over? Careful with how you answer that. I may have to cut out your eyes if you have seen all of Phoenix, who is mine.\" Casi glared. She looked quite evil and rather scary, but Aether didn\'t seem to mind. He simply kept on smiling and reached down with his right hand and undid the white cotton bandages wrapped around Phoenix\'s waist. The white stipe uncoiled itself like a snake, revealing the faint but obvious carving on Phoenix\'s flat stomach.

By the time Phoenix had come to his senses and pulled his arms up to cover the scar, it was too late. Three pairs of curious eyes widened in shock and disbelief. Whilst Chima\'s mouth opened and closed like a goldfish, Draco actually gave Aether a rare heated glare. This was crossing the line somewhat in his books. Casi though… Casi\'s anger had turned cold. She jumped over the table and grabbed Aether, tearing him away from Phoenix and dragging him out of the dinning hall.

\"Carving your name on his vessel… Isn\'t that going a bit far, Aether? I suppose this is one of the steps to binding his soul to yours at the appointed hour, but aren\'t you risking too much?\" the girl demanded, voice lacking its usual immaturity.

Aether smirked. \"I\'ve lost him once. I will risk everything to make sure I never lose him again, Casimir. Everything… Besides, this is revenge, isn\'t it?\"

\"I was thinking of you, Aether,\" Casi answered, bright aqua eyes glaring up into Aether\'s violet one.

\"No one ever asked you to, Casimir,\" Aether replied, voice cool, apathetic almost. \"Now if you will excuse me, I have business to attend to.\" With that, the tall boy turned on his back on Casi, only one thought on his mind: capturing his prey once again.

Casi glared after the golden haired youth, a mixture of contempt and concern in her unusually coloured gaze. Finally she simply turned and walked away from the cafeteria, muttering a single word under her breath. \"Idiot.\"



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Phoenix really should have learnt by now that escaping and hiding from Aether only stroked the sadistic boy\'s hunger and his rather unusual playfulness. Yet the whole week had been the same cat and mouse game after dinner. Why Phoenix did this when he knew of the consequences could be answered with one simple word. Pride. Of course, it wasn\'t quite as simple as that… There was also Confusion, Fear, Sinful Pleasure, and other such words spinning around in his head, not to mention the situation concerning Gryps\' bleak history.

Draco had only said one sentence to Phoenix concerning Gryps\' past. \'He didn\'t kill his sister.\' With it came the unspoken implication that he had murdered his twin brother. So what did that mean, really?

Phoenix groaned and hit his head against the stone wall at the back of the walk-in closet he was hiding in. Too much… This was really too much. He clawed at the innocent wall and then slide down to the cold smooth floor, wrapping his arms around his legs.

In this suffocating darkness, where there was nothing to see but ambiguous black. It only brought back vivid images and sensations for the nights before… Hiding here was a very bad idea. Though anyone with half a working brain could have figured that out… Hiding in Aether\'s closet amongst his designer brand attire. It smelt like him. Something wild and sweet. Always familiar.

\"Fuck…\" Phoenix crd, sd, squeezing his eyes shut. He did not want to think about this. He did not want to remember the past few nights… Addiction was an understatement. And that was exactly what Aether was doing, wasn\'t he? Making Phoenix addicted to him. All Aether had ever been concerned with purinuring Phoenix, whether the younger boy wanted it or not. Not once had Aether even completely divulged himself of all his clothing, much less actually allowed himself to join Phoenix in that blissful moment. It was like… Aether enjoyed nothing more than to play with Phoenix as if he were a mere doll.

Wrong. Completely wrong. That was what this relationship was. How many times had he gone over this? Useless, all of it. Why? Because Aether made him feel satisfied, content. More so that he had ever felt. In those few eternal moments, it was as if all was right with the world, and there was nothing to trouble him, in past, present or future. Nothing mattered except being with Aether and feeling such ecstasy.

The suffering boy buried his head in his hands, heart pounding loudly and desperately in his ears. This wasn\'t doing him an ounce of good. He had to rid himself of Aether. Had to crush this addiction. Because that was all it was, right? An addiction. Nothing less, and certainly nothing more.

\"I gotta challenge him to a duel,\" Phoenix muttered to himself, still curled up in a ball on the floor of Aether\'s closet. \"Have to real soon, otherwise I\'m going to lose my mind. Ugh… But I have no fucking chance of beating a fucking Divine Beast! Damn him, damn him, damn him!\"

Light suddenly spilled onto Phoenix\'s curled up figure. \"You know… If\'re\'re trying to hide from me, a good idea would be to keep silent,\" Aether\'s dryly amused voice spoke up.

\"Go to Hell,\" Phoenix replied, stubbornly refusing to lift his head to meet Aether\'s gaze.

\"I\'ve been there. It\'s actually quite a nice place. Nothing like the fiery depths with their eternal suffering policy some religions have painted,\" Aether said with a smile, his voice almost cheerful. \"So will you come out? Or shall I drag you?\"

\"I really, really, really hate you,\" Phoenix growled stubbornly, shrinking more tightly into himself. Pray that Aether couldn\'t see his body trembling in this dim light. Pray that Aether didn\'t realise exactly how much Phoenix wanted more than anything in the world to crawl out of the closet and right onto that boy posing so temptingly in the doorway.

Aether\'s silky laughter stroked the thin veil of control Phoenix has shrouded around himself. With near silent footsteps, Aether entered his walk-in wardrobe and knelt down besides the quivering boy. \"Oh, but I know you want me,\" he whispered into Phoenix\'s ear, warm breath caressing Phoenix\'s sensitive skin. So close Phoenix could feel Aether\'s body heat, hear the beat of his cruel heart, but always just out of reach, a form of torture in itself.

\"No!\" Phoenix suddenly snapped, striking out like lightning and grabbing a fistful of Aether\'s uniform and pulling the surprised older boy forward until they were nose to nose. \"I\'ve had enough of this, Aether. You and I need to sit down and talk. Not fuck. Talk,\" Phoenix snarled, baring his teeth.

Aether was about to point out that technically they had never \'fucked\', the glimmer of desperation shining in Phoenix\'s blood red eyes halted the words. \"Alright,\" the Child of Soul agreed, standing up and pulling Phoenix with him. \"Talk then.\"

Without lookingAethAether, Phoenix brushed past the taller boy and seated himself at the table, clasping his hands tightly together as if to restrain himself. He had closed his eyes by the time Aether seated himself across from Phoenix, and Aether noted with quiet amusement that his Phoenix looked rather appealing when deep in thought… The fire did not burn as hot, but it was brighter perhaps.

\"I still don\'t understand what you want from me,\" Phoenix said finally after several minutes of silence. His voice sounded forced, as if it was sandpaper grating on his throat. \"This past week, since that damned date, we\'ve hardly said a civil world to each other. All we do is sleep together. No, all you do is watch with your sadistic amusement as I lose control of myself. Is that all you want me for? \'Cause if it is, why are you doing this to me?\"

Aether was pleasantly surprised at what these words implied. He had expected complaints, or demands for freedom, or even a challenge to a duel after hearing the snatches of Phoenix\'s conversation with himself. But certainly not a hidden inquiry as to why Aether wasn\'t more \'involved\' with Phoenix.

The Child of Soul smiled, reaching out and taking Phoenix\'s hands in his, interlacing their fingers in a tender hold. \"Why not you? Isn\'t it enough I like you? That I find you very attractive and beautiful? That I want you? All of you?\" Aether\'s smile widened, an action that caused Phoenix to snatch in hands back in fear, only to have the grasp on them tighten. \"I told you in Metamorphosis when I first won your body that I do not love you. Do you want that to be a lie, Phoenix? Do you want me to love you? Give me your soul, bind it with mine, and I\'ll love you.\"

These words were really getting to Phoenix. It took all his will power to still himself, to not flail around widely to try and free his hands. Damn it! What in the world was wrong with him? One moment he all but wanted Aether to make him feel needed. For all of eternity, mind you. And then the next, the suggestion that it might be possible sent him reeling. Couldn\'t his damned stupid heart and soul make up its stupid mind?

Aether\'s fingers gently played across Phoenix\'s skin, making in tingle unbearably. \"But what I said to you the night I carved my name into your flesh… That is also true. I do not know, and never have known true love. So perhaps you should teach me that before you ask for it… What I have always received from you… What I have always given you… That was the need and lust. So what is love?\"

Phoenix opened his crimson eyes and looked into Aet's a's amethyst one. \"I don\'t know,\" was his quiet answer. \"I just know… There is no way in Heaven or Hell that I can ever even bring myself to think of loving you. Not when you lay claim to what is rightfully mine. Not when… you show no evidence of wanting anything from me other than absolute control.\"

The older boy answered by leaning across the table and placing a chaste kiss on Phoenix\'s soft lips. \"Just for tonight, I\'ll be yours.\" Aether lead Phoenix to the oversized bed, smiling secretly to himself. Because the truth was, Phoenix had been thinking about exactly what he said he did not want to. He had considered being in love with Aether… And that was what confused Phoenix most of all. So for tonight - just tonight - Aether would loosen his grasp on his Sacred Bird of Fire.

Each kiss they shared was soft, tender, lacking the dominance of their other kisses. Aether gently parted Phoenix\'s lips, sliding his tongue into Phoenix\'s mouth, running it along the other boy\'s and then withdrawing. It was an invitation Phoenix could not decline, plunging his tongue into Aether\'s more than willing mouth whilst pushing the older boy down onto their bed.

So easy to lose oneself, intoxicated with the other\'s scent and presence. Just laying on top of that perfect body, feeling Aether\'s heart beat against his. And kissing that so very familiar mouth which for once was not devouring his. He could feel Aether\'s fingers entangling with his fiery locks of hair, nimbly untying the bandana and pulling it free. His other hand slid up the back of Phoenix\'s uniform, fingertips tracing the line of his spine and making the yor bor boy shudder with pleasure.

Clothes were fought witd did discarded, and Phoenix soon found himself caressing Aether\'s flawless skin as the older boy kissed along his jaw and neck, moving to bite gently at Phoenix\'s collarbone. He wasn\'t thinking. Keeping his mind anything else other than blissfully blank would be disastrous right now. It was simply… nice. Being like this with Aether. If it could always be like this… it would be nice.

Phoenix\'s hand moved down Aether\'s body which now laid beside him, their limbs entwined together as close as they could be without being in one another. The younger boy smiled at the feel of Aether\'s skin sliding underneath his palm, feeling the slight curves to his god-like body. His exploration soon had his hand caressing Aether\'s thigh, shyly walking his fingers to the silky inside and then inching upwards.

Aether chuckled softly, raising his lips from Phoenix\'s skin. \"Don\'t be so shy, Phoenix…\" Aether encouraged, brushing his own hand up against Phoenix\'s aroused organ and making the boy blush crimson. Even after all the times they had been together in this intimate embrace, Phoenix never failed to be embarrassed and act the naïve boy.

\"I\'m not!\" Phoenix shot back after a brief hesitation, and touched his fingertips to Aether\'s length. Hard, velvety, these s wes were what came to mind as Phoenix lost himself in running his hand slowly up and down Aether\'s member. And long and thick. To have that inside of him… Damn it, don\'t even think of such thoughts!

\"So I see…\" Aether whispered, finding it hard to form coherent words as waves of pleasure washed over him with each movement of Phoenix\'s hand. He pressed his lips to Phoenix\'s neck, kissing softly at first, then sucking just a little harder. He reached down and stroked Phoenix\'s organ in time with the other boy\'s actions, drawing a soft growl from back of his throat.

The strokes became faster and harder, pushing them to the edge. Aether\'s mouth locked on Phoenix\'s throat had crossed the threshold of being painful, but neither seemed aware. Their existence revolved solely around the pure bliss being pumped into each other by the other\'s touch, the air thick with soft groans and sounds of pleasure.

Both Aether and Phoenix reached their peak in a simultaneous orgasm, Phoenix crying out as both his and Aether\'s seed spilled onto their stomachs, partly from the rush of pleasure, partly from the deep pain of being bitten. The two boys slowly disengaged from one another, their bodies still slick and hot with sweat and semen. For serval minutes, all that could be heard was their deep breathing, followed by the rustling of sheets as Phoenix shifted onto his side to glare at Aether.

\"You fucking bit me.\"

Aether grinned evilly. \"It\'s your fault for being delicious. Besides, you\'re the one who wanted me to lose some control, Phoenix…\"

\"That\'s a lousy excuse,\" Phoenix growled, half-heartedly hitting Aether with his arm. The older boy chuckled, easily catching Phoenix\'s wrist and pulling the boy on top of him and kissing him once more.

\"So do you love me, Phoenix?\"

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