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.

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

Chapter one: Just a normal day

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‘That little bird-bastard has two seconds to spit out that gum before I reach over and stuffed this month’s money reports down his little throat and then roast him for tonight’s dinner!!!!’ Alexander (the king’s head advisor and formal secretary) felt his right twitching at Rave‘s(The king’s best friend and third knight/second advisor) gum chewing and popping. He was going kill the bastard and then kill the asshole that invented chewing gum.

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He rubbed at his temples, silver pen in between his long fingers, slowly counting to a hundred and reminding himself that the little blind bird-bastard was actually good at his job and King Titus would be very very sad that his ‘little brother’ was found roasting in the kitchen oven. The dark-haired knight was behind on his reports and the only way to get him to work was to sit down with him and watch him. Him and Darrel were the slackers and pranksters of Gemme de Scintillement. The two were the reason behind his premature streaks of grey in his chestnut hair. He used to have such gorgeous hair, envious of the ladies in Court. Now he was looking older then he really am.


“Alexy, I got writer’s cramp…..” Rave flopped all over the typewriter with a whine that out beat the advisor’s five year old nephew.

“You are getting it all done today so shut up and get to work.” If the advisor’s tone was any colder and icier, the windows would have frosted over.

The scarred eyes glared and narrowed at the older man through folded arms and glossy ink black hair. They had lost the ability to show emotion years ago but still the knight tried to keep up human habits as much as he could. Darrel the Alchemist was working on something that could aid the young knight’s eyes with sight and convey emotion but all past experiments failed and brought more pain then hope.

“Do it.”

Rave sighed as he sat up and resume typing and the smacking, sniffing and popping. The clicking of keys stopped after a while, but not the popping or the smacking. He was daydreaming again. He propped his elbow up on the table and laid his chin in the heel of his palm.

Alexander kept on writing and scanning over papers, rubbing between his eyes and wishing that he haven’t lost his reading glasses a few days ago. He heard another sigh. This time it was a lovesick one. His lover, the first knight Ryoma, had blurted out one night in bed that the third knight was hopelessly in love with the second knight. The problem with that is that the werewolf was a glorified womanizer and sometimes lover of sweet looking boys. Rave was handsome in his own right, but the twin long pink scars over his eyes flawed an otherwise perfect heart-shape face with pair of full pink lips.

Besides Bowen viewed the short knight as a bother in arms and could never think of even kissing him or taking him in as a lover. But Rave still dreamt the impossible and was slowly becoming the tragic character in the female staff members’ stories. Frankly, Alexander found the whole thing stupid and planned on one day stuffing the two knights in a closet somewhere and putting his strong, giant lover in front of the door to keep it shut till the werewolf and the blind warrior worked it all out.

That had two possible outcomes. One is only one man comes out alive but terribly wounded or option two was the two of them comes out well fucked and one terribly wounded. He heard tales of Were-creatures being over passionate lovers and lived to leave territorial markings all over their lovers. Alexander pitied Bowen’s lovers.

“You think that if I looked normal that I can be desirable?” That caused the silver pen to stopped on the paper.

Now it was the head advisor’s turn to sigh and rubbed his achy head. He needed little brown pills and sweet-tasting tea. Too bad, he banned maids from his office for the day. No need to add more distractions for a man that can be distracted by a fly buzzing in the room or sweet-smelling flowers.

“You have plenty of lovers. What person doesn’t want a man that can twist his body like rope.” And it was true, the ink-black haired man had bones like a cat and was like water when he fighting, practice or otherwise.

He can practically see the eye roll going on from the side of him. He chose to ignore it.

“And people love scars on a man.” Well it was true for him. He can spend a hour tracing his tongue and fingertips over the scars of battle on his lover’s body. His favorite was the one over the strong tan abs that trailed all the way down to…

‘SHIT! Now I’m harder then this morning’s breakfast rolls and I still got a load of paperwork to do!’ He was going hurt a certain raven and serve him as tonight’s main dish with roasted potatoes and vegetables and a big shiny red apple in his mouth.

Rave kept sighing but at least he resumed working. This time the gum smacking and popping was annoying enough to deflate any sexual thoughts. Along with thoughts of the head Chef naked.

Still, it was going to be a long long day for the king’s head advisor and formal secretary.

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“AHH! THAT HURTS, ALEXY!”

Whose says that pen-throwing couldn’t be an enjoyable sport?

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Like clockwork, that little cornflower head popped up in the second floor window and stared longingly at the men that sat or stood around a circle, watching as two shirtless knights battle each other with wooded stares. The king was here as well, his light blue shirt unbuttoned as sweat glistering upon his tan body, mixed in with his men that was willing to drink with him at a bar at one minute and become his shield and sword the next.

The eastern man loved how the king didn’t separate himself from his people and enjoy doing a hard day work or joking and playing games instead of being a snob like the people in his court. It made the men more proud to obey and follow the dark blue eyed man/

But right now, Ryoma was busy enjoying watching the little Alchemist popping his head up like a curious chicken ever five minutes to stare at the knights of Gemme de Scintillement like a lovesick schoolgirl. He wondered which man the little blond had a crush on and then he can set the two up. In his opinion, every man should be with the one they love or at least try then spend their days suffering.

Like a certain second and third knight. Everyone but the two of them knew of the longing stares, suffered hearing how unattractive he is or how the other man is such idiot for going after that ferret-looking barmaid. Even the good nature king wanted to knock their heads together. And he doesn’t even hit at a spider with a book.

The big man laughed and rubbed his jaw, thinking back to when his little bookworm was snubbing him at every turn and talking down at him before they become a couple. Granted, Alex still does that but not as much as he did when he was trying to woo the chestnut hair man. His lover was just a no-nonsense man with a stare that can make the strongest of man back down with a whimper.

But get enough wine in the man and rub at the small of his back, he turned into a little sex kitten that can make a whore jealous of his talented tongue. Ryoma licked his lips and wondered if he sneaked up to the secretary’s office for a midday quickie with a bottle of wine from storage.

It would help Rave out a whole lot. The poor man was stuck indoors, typing up reports. He would love being out here showing off how being muscles-heads wasn’t a trait that a good fighter need to have. And try to have Bowen as a fight partner every single time just to get under his skin and under his body.

Bowen would try the same thing just pinned that sinewy body down on the mat and make the man beg to be let up. Then the two would stare at each other, sexual tension raising and each man scrambling far from each other. Rave at Titus’s side, saying something about werewolf stink and Bowen standing among the other big brawny man going about how the blind man should be inside, working on paperwork.

Speak of the devil, the dark man was getting up to the center of the mat, twirling the staff in his hands around, showing off for the noble ladies that were gathering under the stone lean-to, giggling and chattering behind feather-fans to one another. The ladies at Gemme de Scintillement were cunning as snakes and always on the look out for the strongest and most influencing man in a husband. Alexander made it greatly know that the first knight was strictly hands off and would disfigured any man or woman that tried seducing the man. So the next logical and healthy choice was second knight and second advisor, beside going for the King himself of course.

The blond alchemist got bolder and leaned out the window as the werewolf and his second in command fought each other. The men cheering on their favorite in the fight. Titus laughing and offer to fight the winner of the fight. The little doe eyes following every moment of the non-werewolf, biting his lips.

So that man was held the little genius’ interest. Ryoma chuckled and stroked his dark beard, a plan forming in his sharp mind. He would have to recruit Titus, Rave and his lover for certain parts of the plan. With the right bribes, it can be done. Once the Alchemist had his own lover, he can work more with his fellow knight bothers with their love problems.

Sticking them in a closet somewhere always works with stubborn fools but that led to a death or broken bones. But making the wolf want to stake claim on the raven haired man by having someone openly court the blind man can do much more. He felt sorry for the person that was doing the courting but again, you can do wonders with the right bribing.

He clapped his hands and cheered on as Bowen knocked the legs out from under his opponent and raise his arms up with a victory yell before giving a cry as he suddenly found himself on the ground and his opponent panting above him with the butt of his staff pressed against his throat. Then both men grinned and laughed, Corry offering his hand to his captain to help him up to his feet.

Ryoma sighed and thought today was a good day. He hoped there were more good days to come in Île verte.

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(A/n) Ile verte- Green Island
Gemme de Scintillement- Sparkling Gem
please note that this takes place in a universe where medivl and morden things. such as horses and typewriters, guns and bow and arrows.