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, more to come in other chapters. Bad spelling/Grammar since it is un-Beta-ed. Vase-drestruction and more mentions of little doe-eyed Alchemist abuse. (*pets the little guy on the head* Im so mean to cute little boys.)

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

Reviews: I want some feedback people! It does help to know someone is reading this crap.

Chapter five: Tantrums and Evil Plans.

The image was terrifying. If he had forgotten everything else, Bowen would remember how he was just walking up the hill, sweating and tired from a hard run in the woods, feeling like his mind was clear but his heart still hurting from being rejected from the one man, one person he could have taken as his mate. Days later and the pain was still fresh as if the blind man just pushed him away and ran away just that hour. Then a scream made him look up and his heart just popped out of his mouth as the thin body of Rave fell, arms and legs flinging around as black hair flew high above the man’s head.

His legs pushed him to ran forward, forgetting that he was suppose to be tired from a run. He pushed to be right there to catch his would have been mate before the ground could do the catching. A yell force through his lips just as a wagon rolled right under the falling body. He stopped, tripping over his own big feet as he saw and heard the man crashing into the wooded wagon, hearing the crunching side of wood being spilt.

A whole crowd started to form around the wagon but the werewolf didn’t see or feel them as he pushed his way past, jumping onto the ruined wagon and felt his legs give out as he saw bone poking through one of the black pants legs and large piece of wood poking through one of the dark haired man’s arms.

“Please be alive. I promise to do good by you if you’re alive.” He whispered as he crawled over, a large hand gently cradling the soft neck as he leaned over, letting out a soft cry of relief when he felt the ragged puffs of air coming from the soft pink lips on his heated cheeks.

“Bowen, how he is?” Someone called out from behind but he didn’t answer back. All that matters right now was Rave. He kissed the scarred eyelids as they remained close, saying sorry right before he pulled the arm up off the large splinter.

“HOLY FUCK!” He held the squirming body down hard but gentle to keep him from injuring himself further. He hushed and coo gently as he pushed back the black hair from the paling face, asking him to be still as other arms and hands gently pulled the broken body up from the wreckage.

Bowen gently took the body into his large arms, nuzzling against the boney cheeks, putting the plan to make the smaller man eat after the doctors had a look at him at the top of his list as he felt nothing but bones in his hands. It was his fault for leaving the raven man alone as long as he could. This time he was going make everything better and Rave was going gain an over 6 foot shadow.

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Well Rave was feeling a bit better after a few hours rest, just enough to start shouting and throwing things in every direction. He didn’t care if he was throwing priceless antiques or almost taking people, people that were his friends and comrades, out. He was in pain and mad as hell that he was confined to a bed.

And he was looking to hurt a certain head advisor. The problem was he couldn’t hear him and didn’t know which direction to throw the knife. Well more like a vase since someone cleaned him out of his own knives and didn’t allow sharp objects within hand’s reach.

“I’ll kill him. Get me the crutches, I’ll hopped and hunt that pencil-dick down and push him out the window and see how he likes it!” A large hand gentle pushed him back onto the bed and held a cup against his lips which he pushed away angrily.

“Come on now, this will make you feel better.” Through his big pearly teeth and putting on a strained smile, the werewolf was glad, ecstatic that Rave was alive even with a few broken ribs, broken leg, sprained wrist and hole in his arm large enough to throw a ball through. But the hour long temper tantrum would push a saintly nun over the edge.

“Nooo, you stupid flea bag.” At least the insults were back, music to his sharp ears. “What will make me fell better is when I hear that asshole screamed for mercy as I use him as target practice.” Bowen sighed as Titus once again took the rather nice marble vase out of the irate man’s hands. Alexander was doing the smart thing and was on the other side of the castle. Odds are he will be on the other side for the next few months, till the dark haired man cool down enough that he can use knives again without everyone fearing for their hands.

“The doctor says for you to rest and take it easy for at least a month. Gorun can look after the men for you till then.” The brunet smiled as he took a risk sitting on the edge of the bed. That large cast on the thin leg looked like it can really break bones itself if it should kicked at anyone. He patted the healthier leg on the knee. He laughed at the pout that was forming as Rave finally took the cup out of the bigger man’s hand and took a sip or two. The hybrid looked like he was given his favorite cookie as he petted the black hair in content.

The king just felt sorry for the people that the werewolf just stampeded over on the frantic rush to the doctor’s quarters. Poor doctor himself nearly wet his own pants as a terrified wolf threaten to rip him apart if he didn’t fix the blind man right then and there. He was sure that the old man will be treating people for deep footprint shaped bruises and crashed bones for the rest of the day and evening.

“Stop it.” He let out a chuckled as Ravy swatted at the large hand in his hair with a child like whine. Poor guy will be have a large fluffy nursemaid for a long time and he secretly hated being fussed over. Tough break, jerk. Teach you to stand beside a window when you weigh less then a bowl.

“Oh Ravy, you do know that you’re not really a bird? Right so next time you feel like flying get some wings first.” He just couldn’t help himself. It was a bit funny if you just think about it.

“Go to hell.” what was the whiny reply as the poor man tried to glare and swatted once more at the fussing hands that tried to put extra pillows under his broken leg. “You leave me alone, go chase a horse.”

“He’s just happy that you didn’t go splat on the ground like a Rave-pancake.” He reclined back on his elbows and just enjoy the show. Not every day, he get to see Bowen being a mother hen and fussing over a whiney Rave chick. Ryoma fussed over Alexander all the time cause frankly that man was a bundle of strained nerves and the large eastern man kept people safe from pens in the eyes just by being the dutiful lover.

Which reminded the King to give that man a medal and his own day one of these days.

“So does this mean, you won’t be my date for the dance? And I just got my hair done.” Darrel joined on the joke bandwagon as he pulled up on a chair next to the bed, wisely out of reach. “Also I got this pretty sparkly blue dress and shiny shoes!” He mockingly whined and Titus rolled on his back, hugging his sides laughing.
“Ha fucking ha!” Rave just kicked with his uninjured foot at his supposedly best friend’s arm. “Just know, I’ll get out of this bed one day and destroy you all!” Then he was pushed back down once more by Bowen. “WILL YOU LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!” He shouted, smacking the poor guy in the head with his pillow.

Repeatedly and hard till the wolf-man took the pillow firmly and fluffed it up and stuck it behind the dark head. Then he gave the King and Alchemist a look to lay off the jokes before meeting with the maid at the door with a tray of food.

“We’re just happy that you got lucky and just had a few broken bones, Rave.” Ryoma spoke, smiling from his place at the end at the bed. “Lexy is already having daily breakdowns with all the planning he’s doing for the King’s up and coming wedding.” Said king, squeak out “I’m not even sure if I want to marry this woman yet.” But it went on unheard as the large man continue “ He doesn’t need a funeral on his plate as well.”

“He might as well planned his own funeral cause he’s good as dead when I get my hands on his scrawny neck!” He nearly jumped out of the bed that time but was, yet again, pushed down as Bowen lay the bed tray over his lap and wiped out the napkin but it was tore out of his hands before he could lay it over the smaller man’s lap. “I can do that myself, please vanish before I use you for practice for what I will do to that little asshole of a chipmunk!”

“So when do the drugs kick in?” The blue-eyed king whispered to the doe-eyed man who just shrugged.

“I think they did, your highness or Bowen would be tying him down to keep him from flying and seeking out Alexy.” He giggled at that thought behind his hand and the king giggled back, just bathing in the warmth of that smile. Then he frown at the ugly bruise that peeked under the little man’s collar. Rave’s raving insults kept the man from outright asking where did it come from and if it was cause by a man in his castle and kingdom, he was going to push him out the window and on to a bed of rusty spikes.

He blinked his thought out and put on a forced smile just as his little brother threw a salad at the wall. He added giving a medal and a day in the wolf’s name. This was going to be a long month for the poor man.

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Darrel had no-where else to go. Rave had a long nap after lunch and went straight back to throwing tantrums so bad that Bowen was the only one strong enough in mind and body to stay with the man. Ryoma was out running drills with his men for rest of the day while King Titus was out for a ride in the country with that stupid princess of his. Alexander was the last man to go to about his problem with Corry. It has gotten too out of hand when he just couldn’t stop bleeding down there after a night with his suppose to be love of his life who was too drunk and out of control to hear his sobbing ‘stop, it hurts!’

Alexander was going over flower arrangements currently and he waited patiently, standing at the man’s large desk cause he still found sitting too hard to do. The chestnut haired man sighed and rubbed his eyes, pushing his newly acquired small bronze-framed eyeglasses down his long nose.

“Spill it. Your breathing is giving me an headache.” He blinked when the little doe-eyed Alchemist actually stopped breathing. “You can breath just talk.”

Darrell started breathing normally and toyed with a leaf that dropped from the potted plant that Ryoma had placed on the desk to keep the office looking so drab. “Well you see, I had no one else to go to and I need help so bad but you can’t tell Ryoma or Rave cause they might kill him and I don’t want him to die but just to want him to stop and it getting to the point that I can’t do my experiments and-”

“STOP! Good Lord, Stop and breath man!” The head advisor held up his hands, a sliver pen in between the fingers of his right hand and waited till the poor little guy breath in and out with shaky sobs that now just started. ‘Please don’t cry, Darrell. I already got the maids crying at the sound of my voice I don’t need to add little Alchemist to the list.’ He thought before he open his mouth to speak again. “Now start at the beginning, what’s going and who you don’t want Ryoma and Rave to kill?” He folded his arms on his desk to show that he was all ears now.

A few minutes later, he still had a crying Alchemist but now was curled up on his lap as he clumsily tried to sound concern, well he was but he normally don’t do concern as a outward expression, and rubbed his back gently, now mindful of the bruises on it. Darrell was a little slacker jerk but he was still the baby of Gemme de Scintillement and damn it only he can hurt the little pipsqueak when he caught him playing a joke on an important Lord or Lady.

He might not tell his lover about this mistake of a match-up but he still can make that bastard’s life hell by influencing his lover’s band of knights. He was after all Alexander and only the King has the power to refuse him, when he remembered that he has the power to do so.

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A/n: oh my fucking god! I finally updated this shit. I willing was waiting to take a test for class and this little puppy just popped out. And We have more proof that Alexander does indeed have a heart. Don't worry, Alexy won't be a caring 'older' brother for long. hehe