SerapheX

Hihi. What's it been? Couple years. Yeah, sorry. I just...couldn't finish the rest of this chapter. So, yeah, thanks for the few reviews. Better than nothing. :)

Anyway, I've been catching up on some other stories and I didn't know people would get mad sometimes if chapters aren't given some...eh..warning. First of all, if you read the lil' summary, the warnings were there. If you don't like any of them, then just be an adult and leave. I don't get why the authors should go through all the trouble. Its not called ADULT fanfiction for nothing. Oh well. That's my opion. And onto the story...!


Chapter 5: The Diamondback


In those ice-blue eyes there was no sign of the prince. No sign that there was a person there. No sign that anybody was home. It was all of his beast there.

He was changing right before their eyes. Skin sank into fur the color of white that shimmered blue. The pupils became thin lines in the face that stretched to a muzzle, lips folding back to reveal sharp white teeth with a pair of large fangs on the top and on the bottom of his jaw, teeth stained at the tips with a pale crimson color. The body was sleek, limbs strong and graceful with large paws that had curved claws. Tufts of white hair tinged at the ends with blue, ran down his back, between his ears, and fell over its right eye, the same way Zexy`s hair would be while he was in his human form. The liger was the size of a pony.

And it wanted blood.

It gave a roar to everyone around it, a tiger roaring with the more high pitched sound of a cheetah. It hissed, sniffing at the air, letting the white and blue fire grow larger around it, flamed licking right through the roof of the second floor they were on.

Michael wasn`t dead. The fire had not burned him to a crisp or even to ash. The warmth of it became hot-water hot, not lava hot. Michael could bare that. He wondered at it a little, but gave it no more thought once those cold, hungry eyes latched onto him, onto his scent. It grinned at him, or at least what would`ve been considered a predatory smile. It took a step towards him and jumped at the elder boy.

His body was pushed into the wall behind him, heading hitting the sill of the window and breaking the glass, letting a rain of shards drop down around him. For a moment he was paralyzed, but when he noticed that he wasn`t harmed because of the liger, Michael looked up.

Strands of black-striped, strawberry-blonde hair cascaded in a pool around his legs, over his feet. Asaence`s neck was in the jaws of the white-fire beast, fangs puncturing in the tiger`s neck, letting a fountain of blood to flow down onto the floor, soaking its fur, Asaence`s clothes, and his hair. His arm was loosely holding onto the liger`s own white-furred neck, while the other held his body up from the floor, palm down between Michael`s legs.

There was a pain in Michael`s chest, his eyes burning. ``Asaence . . .``

The liger growled at something, letting his prey go. He looked over to each side, glaring at Sceadiel, who was glaring equally at him. Passing by the stunned Blake, it took a leap, and jumped through the window, landing on its massive paws two stories down. It growled a few times before it padded off into the misted forest that surrounded the school.

The brown-haired boy went over to the tiger lyke, who hadn`t moved since the liger had let him go. He pushed the other boy onto his back, brushing the long strong of hair from Asaence`s face. His neck was coated in blood, still bleeding. Michael unbuttoned his black jacket and tore the white t-shirt underneath that from his body, tying it around Asaence neck to preserve as much of his blood as possible. ``Asaence. Asaence. If you can hear me . . . you`ve lost a lot of blood.`` He looked at Blake, who was already running for someone. Sceadiel was frowning very hard as he looked out the window from whence the liger beast had jumped through. The red-eyed boy looked back down at his roommate. He leaned down into his ear, ``Don`t you dare die on me, Asaence. Don`t you fucking go into that light and leave me.``

If Asaence heard, he gave no sign of it. His coloring was paler than usual, skin cooler than the norm for lycanthropes. His hair was washed in red, and his clothes was drying, going stiff from the red liquid it had soaked. He was beyond this world, but not quite into the next.

``Sceadiel.``

From his thoughts, Sceadiel looked up to see another male, one who was familiar to him. The short hair with a small ponytail was the gray of ash, thin streaks of black running into it. He wasn`t old. It was just his natural hair color. His skin was the dark brown tan from time in the sun, tan from his heritage. He wore no shirt, just silver and black bands on his arms, black pants, black boots, and black eyeliner to make the blind greyness of his eyes standout.

``Kross,`` said the black panther with an easy and cool voice, not moving from his place to greet the snake, who he still respected.

Once, long ago, the Sceadiel of now was someone else entirely. That was long ago. Too long. A time when Sceadiel was ashamed of himself because his father was ashamed of him. No matter how much the black panther told himself that the past did not matter, that was his father had thought did not matter, it still pained him like nothing else. Not even Asaence's coldness to him.

He had not been Sceadiel back then, and it didn't matter now. When Sceadiel's father beat him for not following the conservative ways of their religion, of liking males instead of females, the dark kitten had run away. Hurt. Angry. Scared. He didn't want to be beaten anymore for being who he was and not following the teachings of the town, of what his father preached to the whole town. He couldn't and there was bitterness to that. It could kill a part of him if he hid a part of himself for the rest of his days.

He'd known, hadn't he? He'd known how his father would react, but even if Sceadiel was afraid of his father, he couldn't deny who he was. So, he'd run into the forest surrounding his quiet, small town. He'd never gone hunting in the forest alone or at night. Even if a panther was a predator, but human terms Sceadiel was still considered a child. A cub. Most of the town was a pack of panthers and some humans with the knowledge of the town's secret. The pack law stated that a cub was still a cub until they could hold their own against the leader.

He had been 16 and still working on changing his status. Dammit. Maybe if they'd let him do more stuff on his own, he would already be considered an adult. He was a predator and not supposed to be scared of much, but such wasn't the case to him.

Sceadiel had been afraid of his own shadow while walking in the dark woods. The echo of his steps made him nervous, squeaking like a pathetic mouse as his paranoid mind figured there was more to the echoes. His black hair stuck to his temples when he began to sweat, and he continuously wiped his palms on his jeans. ``Nothing here. Nothing to be afraid of.``

An owl hooted.

Sceadiel turned swiftly, walking a few steps back... and hit his head on a low tree branch. ``Ow. Sonofab...`` He glared at the tree branch, but squeaked when a big black spider began crawling out of a hole that he could see by the light of the moon. Ugh. Thank gawd, no one was out here to see him.

But of course, he was wrong.

Someone grabbed Sceadiel around the waist, his golden eyes bulging, face turning red in humiliation first. His face paled after a few seconds when he smelled a foreign scent from the person behind him. ``Who?``

A hand covered his mouth. The black-haired boy struggled, but stopped when the hands squeezed his body to the point where Sceadiel couldn't breathe.

``Don't scream,`` whispered the stranger behind him, too close to Sceadiel's ear that it made him shudder. They squeezed a bit more when he didn't nod in agreement quickly enough, his breath coming in harsh pants.

Slowly they pulled back their arms from around the panther boy, letting Sceadiel turn around just as slowly to face the person with the strange scent.

Sceadiel didn't see much, to his annoyance. The person blended well into the darkness with their dark clothing. The only thing that seemed to stand out was his hair because it was light as opposed to the dark streaks.

``Who are you?`` Sceadiel asked, trying to fight the trembling in his body and failing.

``No one,`` was the reply in an oh-so-low voice that made Sceadiel's legs weak.

It straight out aroused his, giving him a hard on all too quickly. He blushed, turning away, somewhat uncomfortable now. Forget the fear, he was now fighting lust.

``So what are you doing here, kid?`` they asked, either not understanding why the panther boy turned away or ignoring it.

Sceadiel turned back around, shocked by the absurdity of the question. ``What am I doing here? What are you doing here? This forest surrounds and protects this town. My town!``

The man... no, young man, said nothing for a while, as if thinking. Then he turned and started walking around.

Startled that the other boy would leave him alone in the dark, creepy forest, he ran and grabbed the other boy's hand. ``Wait!``

That was a mistake. A big fool's mistake.

He couldn't breathe. Air wasn't going in his lungs. Couldn't. The other boy had a hold on his throat, and uselessly he struggled against the older boy, his fear spiking.

The stranger pushed Sceadiel against a tree harshly, getting up into his face, his body so close. ``Do you want an early death, kid? Huh? Huh!``

Clearly the other boy was angry, and clearly Sceadiel's fear was a turn on to him. The dark haired cat-boy could feel something hard pressing very near his crotch. That erection so close, that brink near death, that spike of danger did it for Sceadiel even if he couldn't breathe now and his vision was blacking out.

He moaned. He purred.

In the next moment Sceadiel was on the ground, able to breathe now, a tugging on his body, and then his heated flesh feeling a chill air before flesh colder than his own was on top of him.

``So warm,`` they whispered. ``Give me your warmth.``

Everything felt fast and hot. Sceadiel could only feel, his mind whirring from any logical thoughts. His left shoulder was pressed against a tree, left hand somehow tied to it. There was simply no remembrance of when it happened, not that he cared at the moment. The other boy had his own left had outstretched and pinching at Sceadiel's nipple, while his tongue licked at the boy's arousal. He held Sceadiel's left leg in place over his shoulder.

There were no preliminaries. Just cold, cruel fucking. The older boy brought his mouth up, kissing Sceadiel hard before shoving his erection into the panther boy's entrance, feeding on the scream of pain Sceadiel let out into the other's mouth. And then Sceadiel passed out.

When he woke up, his clothes were back on him as if nothing happened. There was a black jacket over him and his back ached if he moved anything. The older boy sat across from him, watching him.

``This is the town's forest,`` Sceadiel said calmly like he'd grown up by many years in the time he'd been away from home. ``The village of the panthers.`` He was quiet for a moment, thinking to himself. ``My name is... Sceadiel.``

The light haired boy nodded. ``Kross. So what were you doing out here at night?``

Sceadiel thought about lying. He thought about many excuses or explanations, but discarded them in his mind and said one word, ``Hunting.``

Kross raised eyebrows, but said nothing to that. He turned away from the younger boy to look at something to the side.

``Its okay, you know.``

The snake quickly snapped his head back to the panther boy.

Sceadiel continued, ``I had already been like this. You don't have to worry about it.`` It was bitter sounding and it was like he was trying to talk himself into it as well. He held back the lump in his throat as long as he possibly could, but the lump rose when he couldn't hold his breath for long. The sobs wracked his body. ``I hate him,`` he whispered between sobs, each word more hate-filled than the last. ``I fucking hate him.`` He burrowed his face farther into the jacket.

``Come with me.``

Sceadiel held his breath. Had he mistaken that?

``Come with me,`` Kross repeated, knowing the feelings that went through the other boy. ``They told me I would meet a lost kitty on my journey to a place of refuge and peace. They told me to take care of him as my payment for calling on them, most especially her.``

``Peace? Peace...`` said the short-haired boy. It was like he'd never known such a feeling all his life.

``Yes.`` Kross stood up and held out his hand.
The panther boy sat up, the jacket falling beside him. After a few moments, Sceadiel took the hand, holding
onto it with all his life. ``Can we do more stuff?`` he asked, smiling eagerly.

For the first time since he met him, Kross laughed.

??????????????[ ? ]??????????????


"You know, if you weren't so anti-social, people wouldn't misunderstand you,`` Sceadiel told the snake.

``True, but then I'd have so many fans that I'd have little time to spend with you,`` replied Kross, the corners of his lips lifting slightly.

``You haven't fed yet, have you?``

The grin was still on his face. ``No. I had a feeling I shouldn't. Jealous?``

``Hardly. Besides, I already found him. There's no reason to get jealous over you.``

``Bastard,`` said Kross, slinking back into the shadows and onto his task.

Sceadiel chuckled, but it faded when his thoughts turned to his love. The fear grasped his heart, though it less painful compared to the guilt he felt of being too slow to stop Asaence. And overall, there was pride in what kind of person his beloved was. The panther smiled, and said to
himself, ``Tyger, tyger burning bright...``