Divinitas

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Divinitas

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By Caleyndar
Website: http://cruelangel.net/divinitas

REMINDER: The Divinitas Fanfiction Competition closes on the 1st of April 2007! Check out the website for more details, prizes to be won!

Also, the March Sydney Animania is on the 31st of March 2007, and I will be attending as an artist, so if you're around the Sydney area, check it out? http://www.animania.net.au

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066 - Won't You Dance With Me?

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The moon was a golden crescent, hanging just above the water line. So close to earth that one could imagine themself rowing out a little boat onto that vast ocean and reaching up to graze their fingertips against its ethereal surface.

He couldn’t help but think such idle fantasy thoughts, hung as he was by his wrists with shackles threaded around a supporting beam of Aether’s large canopied bed. Couldn’t help but admire the teasing views Aether’s narrow windows offered, couldn’t help but link them to freedom when his cold metal cuffs bit into the tender skin around his wrists.

“Divinity does have its curses, doesn’t it,” Aether commented idly, lounging on his bed, back against the headboard whist his hands played with one of his katana.

Phoenix knew he should reply, less that katana join the others. But he couldn’t open his mouth, not without his blood spilling forth. And the movement required to simply speak would cause more pain than it was worth.

“If you were mortal, you would surely be dead by now. And the dead does not feel physical pain,” Aether continued, smiling as he lifted the katana and positioned the blade’s tip at Phoenix’s stomach. “Skewered Phoenix…” the God of Soul laughed softly, amethyst eye raking over the other three blades that were already embedded in the God of Fire’s body. “Say you won’t go, and I’ll stop.”

Liquid warmth spilled from the corner of Phoenix’s mouth as the youth smiled. Aether… his Aether. Overly possessive and obsessive, but still holding true to his word. Heaven’s Gift was not in play. Aether wasn’t being truly serious. If Phoenix could bare this, then he could push Aether into going.

“This isn’t a matter to smile over, Phoenix…” Aether whispered, leaning forward and easing the tip of the blade into Phoenix’s sweat slicked skin. It was so interesting to watch… the way Phoenix’s muscles would tense, the way the blood welled forth from the puncture wound and dribbled down the shining silver blade… Phoenix’s pained gasp which he could not suppress, and the fresh wave of blood scent that now lingered heavy in the air. Everything was a reaction to him, and Aether loved it, revelled in that knowledge.

I exist… because you react to me…

The God of Soul leaned in closer, breathing in Phoenix’s blood scent before licking up the trail of blood from his chin to his lips. Eyelids heavy with lust lowered as Aether smiled, enjoying the way Phoenix’s body trembled against his own.

Lips pressed against lips, and Aether probed his wet tongue against Phoenix’s, wishing for entrance. Sweet bloody warmth, and so red, Phoenix’s mouth, and so wet with blood. Aether slid the blade in up to its hilt, lips still locked together, and hungrily devoured the fresh surge of blood that welled up from Phoenix’s throat.

Aether pulled back, lips red and smiling. Slender fingers reached up and brushed sweaty bangs back from Phoenix’s closed eyes, sliding against the heated skin of Phoenix’s check as they travelled down. Idly the God of Soul traced the line of Phoenix’s collar bone, admiring their simple beauty before he drew a line to an erect nipple and circled it playfully.

Phoenix’s eyes opened as he shivered against the gentle and arousing touch, opened to see Aether glance up and smile. It was full of sadistic amusement, the smile of a predator that had its claws sunk into its prey and knew it could never get away.

“If I were to leave you like this… what would you do? Could you free yourself, my Phoenix? If I said… go, with my blessing… if you dared to free yourself in your current state… would you?” Aether asked, hand sliding further down, a finger dipping into Phoenix’s navel, causing the youth’s body to shudder and gasp painfully as the swords moved. “Your element is fire, and I don’t doubt it is hot enough to perhaps melt metal if you tried hard enough… but can you control it to not melt the blades that go right through your body? And I do wonder… how you would fare with molten metal running down your skin… Have you ever been burnt, Phoenix…?”

The words formed horrid images in Phoenix’s pain-riddled mind, and before he could control it, he shook his head and gasped out “no!”

The golden haired fiend laughed, and reached forward, closing his hands on the bound hilt of the first katana and withdrawing it with a smooth movement. Phoenix let out a sharp breath, crimson eyes wide as the blade exited and blood bubbled forth before his body quickly healed the wounds on both back and stomach.

“I’m not that cruel, Phoenix…” Aether whispered, smiling still as he withdrew the second blade with a shape movement. “I wouldn’t want to pick rivulets of metal from inside your body besides… it would be a rather messy job, don’t you think?”

Phoenix hacked up bloody wet coughs as Aether pulled out the last two katana, breathing in deep breaths of air for the first time since the first blade had skewered his body. “I’m still going,” Phoenix whispered between his heavy breaths.

“Stubborn little Phoenix…” Aether cooed, leaning his forehead on Phoenix’s, amethyst eye staring into glazed crimson ones.

“Stop being such a bitch, Aether… come with me.”

Silence, as something intangible changed. A shifting of thoughts within an angered mind, changed subtly to amusement with those three little words. Not to escape, but to act as bait.

Then; “I should be insulted by that name. If you insist on calling me names, then ‘son of a bitch’ would be more accurate.”

Phoenix’s might have laughed had he not been hurting so, if his insides weren’t so cut up that breathing still hurt. “I might bottom for you, Aether, but you’re definitely the girl in this relationship,” the God of Fire retorted softly, pale smile tugging at his lips. “Always so possessive and clingy…”

“Only with you, Phoenix,” Aether answered, tilting his head and pressing his lips against Phoenix’s again. Sweet, tender. An apology in their own way for the pain their owner had inflicted mere moments before. “The only one I want to worship me is you,” the God of Soul murmured, closing his eyes and pressing his face against Phoenix’s neck as he embraced the restrained youth tightly.

The God of Fire let out a soft breath, feeling his body swell and contract within the confines of Aether’s slender arms. “Greedy, aren’t you? To have a whole world filled with people who would bow down at your feet if you only asked, yet you still want the one who flatly refuses.”

“Only a fool would want the worship of millions,” Aether’s voice sounded, face still buried against Phoenix’s bare skin, drunk almost on the god’s scent and heat. “You’ll see, when we go on this idiotic procession you’re so insistent about.”

Phoenix couldn’t keep the smirk from appearing on his lips. “I win, then.”

The room swayed and fell, chains clunking as they slid against wood and slipped free from the support beam. With a soft rush of air, Phoenix landed on his side, the silken bed sheets instantly warming and clinging to his bare sweat soaked skin. Fingers slid around shackle encircled wrists, and the metal bracelets were pried off the tender flesh, losing their stolen warmth as soon as they were discarded carelessly on the floor, chains and all.

“Winning… is such a relative term,” Aether whispered with a smile, pushing Phoenix onto his back and moving to remove the fire deity’s blood streaked breeches. “I don’t mind letting you win once in a while… as long as I can still defile you afterwards,” he breathed, and lowered his lips to Phoenix’s length, licking it sensually.

“Ah, you bastard,” Phoenix growled through clenched teeth as his body responded to Aether’s effortless stimulation.

“Bastard, now, is it?” Aether asked playfully, fingers continuing to tease Phoenix as he lifted his head to smirk at the deity lying so deliciously before him. “At least that is sexually correct…”

Dialogue fell silent, replaced by Phoenix’s gasp and moans. It wasn’t often Aether pleasured him without some degree of pain involved, and the way Aether suckled him, let his tongue swirl over his head, was bringing Phoenix to his peak more quickly than usual. Maybe it was his exhaustion, or the lingering waves of intense pain that still washed though his body, but he felt content to submit to Aether’s administrations, didn’t think at all about the way their relationship contrasted between night and day.

With a primal cry, Phoenix released, arching up off the bed and losing himself in the burst of intense pleasure that rolled up through his body. In a daze as his mind slowly filtered back in the reality around him, he felt Aether lick the final drops of his essence from his organ and move upwards, washing his hot wet tongue over his flat stomach where blood still trailed from already healed wounds.

Phoenix’s hand lifted with a will of their own, and wandered to Aether’s hair, gently running through the silky strands. Somewhere in his blurred and muddled mind, a desire to do something for Aether took root, whispering incomprehensible promises before sleep stole over him.

For a long time, Aether continued to caress Phoenix’s skin with his tongue and fingers, licking up the drying blood he had so readily spilt. The press of Phoenix’s heated flesh against his own, the slow beat of his heart vibrating against his fingertips and lips. He liked these things, the way they felt, the details that made up Phoenix’s whole.

It was only when the last trickle of blood had been lapped up that Aether moved up besides the sleeping deity, admiring the perfect profile of Phoenix’s sleeping face. The God of Soul pull the youth’s back up against him and entwined their legs together in a possessive embrace, feeling Phoenix’s slow breaths against him.

Conceding to go on this procession because Phoenix had invited him to come. An odd smile tugged at Aether’s lips. Even when he couldn’t see an positive outcome from such an expedition… Even when he knew it would only bring him an unpleasant reminder of how he came to be this apathetic creature clinging to the single being that could make him feel.

“Ah, Phoenix… my salvation and downfall… I wonder how far I would go to keep you.”


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It landed hard on his face, warm skin and hard nails aided by gravity, striking solidly against lips and eyelids.

If there was ever an undignified and ungraceful moment in Aether’s life, it happened on the morning of the procession planned by his God of Water, when Phoenix’s hand smacked him in the face. The God of Chikyuu woke with a start, panicked when he could see nothing but blurred dark stripes, freaked out when he could barely breath, and started failing arms and legs in a very silly attempt to get whatever it was off his face.

Phoenix stirred, muttering something in his sleep and rolled over again, draping himself over Aether’s struggling form. His offending hand slipped off Aether’s face as it curled fingers around Aether’s shirt and pulled him closer to his naked form.

It wasn’t that Aether was angry when he finally composed himself and pried Phoenix’s fingers off him. And it wasn’t Aether’s hatred that made him pick Phoenix up in his arms and carry the still sleeping youth to the bathroom. No, it was simply the desire for payback that made Aether drop Phoenix’s body unceremoniously into the perpetually hot bath that was sunk into the floor.

Spluttering and slashing, Phoenix’s head broke through the dark gleaming water, gasping for breath. Immediately fierce red eyes locked on Aether’s smirking face and he let out a feral growl.

“You jerk!” Phoenix screamed, voice unnaturally high from the shock of waking up to water gushing down his nose. “I hate water! You fucking know that! I’m the damned God of Fire! Water and fire doesn’t mix, you son of a bitch! Bastard! Arrrggghhh!!!” the youth continued to rant, cursing more when his first attempt to pull himself out just resulted him falling back in.

“Phoenix, love… why do you think I threw you in? If you had it your way, you’d never wash yourself and be rather… pungent, don’t you think?” Aether asked, smirking as he watched Phoenix flail around idiotically.

Silence. The calm before the storm.

Then Phoenix’s arm shot out from the sunken bath, locking around Aether’s ankle. One instant the God of Soul was dry, standing on solid ground. The next, he was being dunked in overly warm water, with Phoenix trying his very best to drown him.

For several carefree and childish moments, the two deities splashed and wrestled each other, displacing most of the water onto the polished marble floor. Then Aether made the mistake of shoving the fire deity up against the wall of the bath and kissing him.

Wherever Phoenix’s hatred and inhibitions had vanished to during the course of the night, they returned with that simple imitate gesture.

“Don’t kiss me so easily!” Phoenix snarled, pushing Aether off him and wiping his throbbing lips with the back of his wet hand. “I am not your willing lover or friend even. Just your unwilling and pissed off play thing when the sun goes down and no one can see our dirty deeds in the dark.”

A single word in his outburst stopped Phoenix cold, and he hauled himself out of the bath, not caring the least for his state of undress.

‘Our?’ Phoenix’s mind demanded. ‘Our dirty deeds?’ With a frantic shake of his head, the God of Fire snatched a towel from the silver rail on the wall, towelling off his hair with a vengeance. How dare his mouth betray him like this, to make it seem he was consenting to what Aether did to him, an accomplice, a willing participant even! Yes, so he agreed to this, but what fucking choice did he have?!

“I hate you!” Phoenix snarled out, stalking from the bathroom and throwing on his discarded clothing. “And for your fucking information, I bathe every fucking morning after I leave you! I scrub my skin until it’s raw and bleeding just to get the feel of your hands and scent off me!”

The slam of the doors left in its wake a terrible and suffocating silence. Shock slowly faded into hatred. Always that same hatred of being rejected, that staining, tainting hatred that could never be washed away. Then that too faded, or perhaps was pushed aside, covered up, not to be dealt with, and amusement took its place. Amusement and satisfaction, to cause his pretty little bird of fire such distress. Let him fly free during the day, and then slowly break his wings at night, only to have them mend and break again in an never ending dance.

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