Divinitas

052 - Relationships of the Soul

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It was too quiet. The way Aether leaned against the carved white marble railing, staring almost wistfully up into the crystal clear velvet night sky. Here, in Ten, there was never the slightest wisp of cloud at night to mar the endless heavens, to hid the larger than life moon.

\"Aether,\" Casi called out softly, hesitant for the first time in as long as she could remember to approach her own brother. His whole aura felt as if it had shifted, as if someone had given it a mighty kick.

The veiled twilight eyes settled on her, a distant smile curving those perfect yet cold lips. \"Why, Casimir, am I the cause of my Phoenix\'s Wish and Dream?\" Aether asked quietly, the empty smile sending shivers down the goddess\' spine.

The violet haired girl\'s brow furrowed slightly. When had Aether began to refer to the Child of Fire as his Phoenix?

\"His fire, his Will. His intense desire to never die, to live on here in Ten as the God of Fire. They exist due to his hatred for me, and what I did not to do for him in the past,\" the God of Soul continued quietly in a voice that was so cold it hurt for Casimir to listen. \"Why is it possible for me to be able to create what I want and need in another, yet not in myself?\"

It was a soft plead for help. Aether\'s wall of apathy had cracked and he didn\'t know how to seal it. He felt bitter towards himself, helpless in his current predicament, confused and hurt and shimmering with desire for what would cost him half his soul.

Casimir didn\'t reply, only walking up to her brother and wrapping gentle arms around his slender form.

His whole soul was shifting, coiling and uncoiling like some giant serpent, waiting for its prey. It took all the will and strength Casimir had to continue her sisterly embrace, to not step back in fear, repulsed by the passionate desire that stirred beneath Aether\'s calm body. His soul wanted to wrap itself around the boy and never let go.

\"He knows. I made sure to let him know. I didn\'t want him until he began to despise me and to hate his home realm. He was worthless before his will to live was forged in his grave, before his Wish and Dream to truly live was created after he failed to gain an answer from his useless prayers to me.

\"He knows… that I am the only reason he\'s here.

\"And for that, he hates me even more. An inferno burns inside him now. He hates and hates and hates. He will win, for himself, but just as much, simply to spite me. Such is this relationship between our souls.\"

Slowly, Casimir unwound her arms from her brother and took a step back, taking a long search within those amethyst depths. She finally lowered her sparkling aqua eyes and turned towards the almost full silvery moon.

\"I want him to die, Casimir. He must die,\" Aether said softly.

\"Do you admit you want him now…?\" Casimir asked, her eyes turning back to Aether, only to find that he was already walking back into his rooms.

\"Sa… time will tell,\" Aether answered lightly, not bothering to look back.



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He was seeing red. Red, red, and more red. The intense fire burning in his being would not subside no matter how hard he tried to calm himself. Nothing could erase the feeling of Aether\'s lips lingering on his own, just as nothing could silence the words that kept repeating themselves within his mind.

That kiss… was nothing like the one he had shared with Ashura. The kiss Aether had given him on the lips, which he had returned in kind. That had been savage. It fired his body, making him want to thrust the God of Soul back against that wall, or better yet, onto a bed, and just…

He had shoved the God of Soul away when he felt the burning in his lower regions, that utterly base desire to dominate and claim. Just shoved him away in fear and ran.

A growl escaped from the back of his throat. Never in Phoenix\'s memory had he been this frustrated and angry. More than from just his physical response to Aether, but what he had said. It pissed him off in a major way. Suggesting… suggesting that he was the only reason he was worth possessing.

The Child of Fire slammed his head into the wall, letting himself willingly become lost in the ringing pain. It hurt. That truth. It hurt like hell. Yes, all experiences changed people, for better or worse. But why. Why did it have to be that experience that altered his whole way of living, of dreaming, of wishing?

Phoenix leaned his trembling body back against the wall he had just abused, letting himself slide down onto the cool marble floor. His room wavered in front of him, dream-like and insubstantial.

He knew. Of course he knew and understood. He was a worthless person before all this had befallen him. He had merely existed, stealing what was needed to survive, believing that since those people were the ones that cast him out, they should be the ones to provide for him. He had never tried to truly make a living for himself. He had never really wanted to live. There had been no Dream, no Wish, to carry him through each day with fire and passion.

But all that had changed, hadn\'t it? After he was caught and burnt alive, buried alive. Those experiences had twisted his emotions until hate ruled with his will driving it all. And… it had amplified his need to be wanted and accepted. That desire now was equal with his hate. He wanted Aether. He needed Aether to want him, to feed fuel to the fire, to fan the hate.

The boy bit his lips, drawing blood. His whole body was trembling, an uncontrollable and insignificant vessel for his inflamed soul.

The sound of the door opening next to him fell on deaf ears. It wasn\'t until Ashura\'s light touch on his shoulder sent a violent shudder through his body did Phoenix realise the Tenshi was standing over him, trying to discern the look in his glazed blood red eyes.

Despite looking as if he wanted to give the boy a long lecture, the Tenshi gently pulled Phoenix to his feet, leading him over to his bed.

Phoenix barely managed to keep the hiss from escaping his lips. The physical contact was torture. His body was demanding something, and this was nothing, not enough, anything but enough. He wanted to growl, he wanted to bite. Something, anything, and his own bleeding lips were but a tease.

\"Sit,\" Ashura commanded softly, giving Phoenix a slight push down onto his bed. \"Get rid of those ruined clothes and I\'ll see what I can do about all those wounds the Griffin of the Dark gave you.\"

The boy didn\'t move, staring blankly as Ashura walked into the bathroom to retrieve some necessary items. Why wasn\'t it enough, Ashura\'s kiss, Ashura\'s touch, compared to Aether\'s? Why… did it lack something vital and necessary…? What did it lack…?

\"Phoenix, you don\'t expect me to undress you, do you?\" Ashura wondered, sounding a little amused and yet chiding at the same time. The Tenshi stopped in front of Phoenix, placing the small basin of warm water and the wet cloth down onto the bedside chair.

Savage red eyes stared back at him. Eyes that were lustful and hungry and wanted to hurt.

\"You obviously found Aether after you ran off,\" Ashura commented quietly, letting his hands fall lightly on Phoenix\'s heated body, brushing against overly sensitive skin as they undid the clasps of the ruin and bloodied clothes. The dark smoky blue eyes travelled down Phoenix\'s bloodied form, taking in the shallow scratches and wounds given to him by the Griffin of the Dark in their little tussle. And stopped at the four deep parallel gashes that still bled in Phoenix\'s quivering side.

It was amusing and odd. The fact that Aether had given in to violence. Oh, it wasn\'t unexpected… but it was something the God of Soul had never truly displayed before… physical violence. An act of desperation and desire. Ashura smiled inwardly, reaching down to touch the weeping wounds.

Phoenix\'s hand shot out and grasped his wrist before contact was made. \"Leave it,\" the boy whispered harshly. His eyes burned, hate flaring in the molten depths. Leave them as a reminder, they said. Leave them so I can continue to hate.

The invisible smile widened.

\"You\'re aroused,\" Ashura finally said after a long period of silence, enduring the bone grinding grip Phoenix had on his wrist.

A flicker of confusion flashed across Phoenix\'s face, darkening quickly as his mind made the connection. With a violent shove, the boy pushed Ashura\'s arm away, a silent threat to stay the hell away from him.

\"The feeling isn\'t going to go away by itself easily, Phoenix. Not in the state you\'re in, caught in the blood lust as well,\" the Tenshi commented, letting his arms fall to his side, yet remaining where he stood.

Just a darker glare. One that was all too like a cornered prey who was prepared to fight to the death, hateful of even the one who promised help.

Spreading his ashen wings a fraction for balance, Ashura leaned forward until was eye to eye with the boy. \"Will you trust me, Phoenix?\" the Tenshi asked softly, ashen blue eyes never leaving the burning red. Without waiting for a reply, Ashura closed the distance between them, letting his lips brush lightly up against Phoenix\'s still throbbing ones.

It was soft and undemanding, giving the boy every chance to pull away if he so desired. The same question, translated into gentle touch.

The answer hesitated only a fraction of a second, before the fire and desire overrode whatever doubts Phoenix harboured in his mind. The kiss was returned with passion and urgency, made so by the boy who was still sitting on the bed, if only just. If Ashura didn\'t advance beyond a kiss, no matter how it satisfied his hungry lips, the boy wouldn\'t remain seated very long. The chances of Phoenix\'s red veiled body and mind overriding all restraints and pushing him onto the ground and pinning him were dangerously high. Whilst that might not have been a bad thing… for Phoenix\'s first time, Ashura wanted control.

Stepping closer to Phoenix, Ashura slid his arms up the side of Phoenix\'s arms in a slow caress, feeling the boy jump each time his fingers moved over a fresh wound, reopening the clot and smearing the blood. There were no protests of pain. By now, the pain was a necessary and wanted aphrodisiac. Reaching the boy\'s bare and shivering shoulders, Ashura pushed the boy back onto the bed, stepping up between his knees and following him down.

The Tenshi finally lifted his lips from Phoenix, watching as the boy panted and squirmed restlessly underneath him. His eyes were completely glazed, any logical thought having long fled. Only Ashura\'s hands pinning his arms prevented the boy from jumping him.

Lowering his lips towards Phoenix\'s neck, Ashura smile. Still red and tender, where the God of Soul had laid his claim. How would Aether take it, when he discovered his little bird had been ravaged by someone other than him?

The mouth settling on his neck sent another jolt of uncontrolled desire through him. Why, why did Ashura have to kiss him there? It wasn\'t the same, it didn\'t quench or feed the fire in him. It just teased and teased and teased. The kisses trailed down his bare blood smeared chest, too soft and gentle, a ghost of what it should have been.

His whole body bucked as Ashura nuzzled his groin through the material of his undergarment, a gasp mixed within a growl escaping his lips. The shock of pleasure that raced through his body only fortified the unrelenting heat between his legs. It was making him wild, the overly soft caresses delivered to him by Ashura kissing him though the material.

A pleading sound drew Ashura\'s attention away from Phoenix\'s groin. The boy\'s eyes were squeezed shut, his head thrown back against the bed covers, tossing and turning and dishevelling his already wild flaming hair. Blood ran in crimson rivulets from his bitten lip, his teeth cutting deeper into them every second that passed.

\"Relax,\" Ashura whispered gently, letting go on Phoenix\'s arms and stroking the boy\'s heaving chest, all the way down to the waist band. Hooking his finger under it, Ashura slid the black silk boxers down the boy\'s slender legs and off his trembling body. \"Let me take care of it.\"
ura\ura\'s wet warm tongue licked up the entirety of Phoenix\'s length, drawing a feral growl from Phoenix\'s throat. The boy arched his strained body, painfully desiring more of that touch, that sweet wet embrace. It didn\'t matter that it didn\'t satisfy the hate or desire, the inner fire that burned from the depths of his soul. It was more than enough for his body.

\"Please…\" The word escaped from Phoenix\'s mouth without the boy fully realising he had spoken it. It was, however, all Ashura needed to prompt him to envelope Phoenix within his mouth, scraping and sucking, bringing the boy to the edge and painfully holding him there.

The intensity of the pleasure was driving Phoenix insane. Always too soft, never enough. He wanted pain. He wanted to feel. His whole body shivered, the desire to thrust upwards almost impossible to suppress. Only Ashura\'s hands laying down across his thighs, his slender fingers stroking the sensitive flesh between them, kept the boy from twisting and bucking.

Just when Phoenix felt as if he would tumble, crashing and falling over the edge in a body-numbing explosion, Ashura lifted his head, his hands trailing over the boy\'s body, bypassing the area that tortured Phoenix the most.

The boy whimpered, his entire being yearning, desiring, needing conclusion. His hands tore themselves away from the sheets he clutched, clinging to Ashura, drawing his lean winged body down onto his and rubbing against him.

The friction from Ashura\'s clothing felt good. It tingled against his too hot and sensitive skin, setting his nerves on fire. Ashura\'s lips on his again, slow and gentle, licking up the blood, sucking on the self-inflected cut. The Tenshi\'s clothing fell around him, the caressing hands drawing his body into a feverish state. Those caressing fingers finally moved between his legs, brushing up against his swollen length before something cold and slick was smeared over him. The fingers rubbed up against his tight opening, making the boy squirm. Gentle as they were, Ashura\'s hand was relentless, touching and caressing until the substance had warmed, and his body became accustomed to the touch.

Slowly Ashura\'s fingers invaded the tightly ringed opening, stretching and moving until he could slide in and out with ease. Phoenix made a muffled noise of protest against Ashura\'s mouth as the hand was removed, gliding once more over his compliant limbs. He was hardly aware of his body being shifted, his legs rearranged.

And then it hurt.

It felt like being torn, stretched beyond one\'s limit. It filled and impaled the body, giving a false sense of completeness.

It was exactly what Phoenix wanted. Or would have been. If it was a certain god moving slowing in and out of him, giving him pain and pleasure, making him want to scream.

But what did that matter just now? Now that Ashura\'s hand had closed over his own throbbing length, slick and warm, providing the much needed friction, a sheath to thrust into, matching Ashura\'s own movements within him, stroke for stroke.

\"Harder,\" Phoenix breathed, his arms bracing himself against the bed, giving himself more leverage to thrust up against the Tenshi. He wanted to hurt more. He wanted Ashura to go deeper, faster, harder, to draw blood and then lick it up before kissing him.

Red exploded in his mind. Phoenix\'s body arched, tensing and shuddering as his virgin seed erupted from his member. The boy felt Ashura\'s own essence course into him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over his limbs.

This experience… he wanted to experience this with Aether. He wanted to add the hate and pain with it, to satisfy the angry need and desperate desire. He wanted… to feel the God of Soul give into him, to show him undoubtedly that he was worthy of being used this way, of being wanted.

It was a long time before Phoenix came to his senses enough to realise that Ashura had withdrawn from his body, and was softly kissing the wounds on his chest, healing them. Phoenix lifted his hand, moving it between his flesh and Ashura\'s healing intimate touch.

\"Not yet,\" the boy whispered in a breathy voice, his own fingers digging into a wound that had yet to heal, ranking his nails down himself and leaving a trail of glistening red. \"Show me. Teach me. Everything…\"

The Tenshi\'s dark smoky blue watched as Phoenix continued to inflict pain upon his already exhausted body. A poor substitute for the one he truly wished to hurt, and to be hurt by. Ashura caught the clawing hand gently in his fingers, halting the artless destruction. \"If I do, will you allow me to heal you when it is over?\"

A look of annoyance flashed across Phoenix\'s face. \"If you want,\" he replied shortly, letting his trapped hand go slack.

Satisfied, Ashura brought Phoenix\'s blood stained fingers to his lips, licking and sucking the life\'s liquid from them and thus beginning his lessons.

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