InuYasha Fan Fiction / Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Crossover With Non-anime Series Fan Fiction ❯ Go To Hell ❯ Of Betrayal and Bonds ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

author's note: this came out sooner than i expected. i like it. and i in no way am a follower of the devil or anything like that...so...

summary: so what exactly is treize? here we find out.... sort of...

warnings: mentions of sex... violence and blood...violence and blood taken from a lustful point of view...

reviews: masterofyoursoul, thank you kindly for reviewing, i hope i keep you interested since this is not your regular!



Chapter 2

He still was unable to see. A musky darkness flooded his senses and Milliardo came under the impression he was blind. What surprised him most was the fact that he had a hard-on; it was such an odd occurrence-something that made him feel at home or, more specifically, his bed- he chuckled at the darkness. The quick sounds of sweaty skin slapping against another piece of skin went straight to his groin and even the screams of punishment added to his arousal.

"Get outta' the way Trieze, I can't see him," a rich voice, thick with sex, called from across the room and then the blackness of Treize's obscuring coat floated easily away.

He was sitting on a red leather couch in a corner of a room- very warm- diagonally across from a familiar male brunette at the mercy of the whims of the blond- with golden curled horns, wings, and fingernails- creature who had spoken. The human was so tightly bonded in leather straps he hardly moved, but his face was turned to his and hazed half-lidded eyes brimmed with tired tears, as if made only to suffice for the pain. A gag plugged his mouth and his lips were red around it.

"Goodness Quatre," Treize commented, "Trowa's hardly conscious. Sexy get-up, though."

A crack snapped in the air and a more-or-less croak of a scream came about. Milliardo's gazed went to the left where a relatively similar-sized demon with small wings and undulating muscles flogged a long-haired boy chained to the wall. Actually, shackled was more appropriate since his hands and feet were trapped in transparent iron spheres on the ground. The boy's hair parted on both hooks of his shoulders, messily matted with dried blood, new blood, dried semen, and sweat. Every time the small massive demon swung down with the flogger a ribbon of blood would splatter his hair, and then the welt will heal. Only a scar, like a tire's skid mark, left a trail.

"You know, this places me in a despondent mood. Even you Heero, with the flogging your pretty Duo and all. We should be celebrating my new pet." The edginess in Treize's voice made Milliardo's body quake. Speaking of bodies, his own was completely unclothed. He had this opportunity to stare at his reddening erection. Of all things, he wanted to masturbate. The want escaped as Treize spoke these words: "They snuck into the library, didn't they?"

"Right after you left," said the dark-haired demon, giving another swing.

"Where's Wufei?" Treize grinned a grin that wasn't entirely full of mirth, the corner of his mouth twitched. Even with that calm facade and pleasing smile, it seemed he was ready to rip out throats.

A jingle of chains sounded right close to the couch. Milliardo looked over the dark red arm and saw a defiant-looking teen with longish ebony hair. He was naked as the rest but unmarred, and each hand curled to fists the instant Treize looked at him with that nasty grin. He moved his fists and parts of his body in short stocky gestures until Milliardo realized that with that obstinate glare and decent muscles jaunting...the boy was scared. When the blond noticed this, he saw other signs of fear: the boy's watery and slightly skitterish eyes, the constant gulping, the preparations to roll into fetal positions and lastly- as Treize neared, with newly sprouted black horns to his chin, large- behemoth-size -feathered wings of the same color, and fingernails lengthening in the second, Wufei watered himself, covering his mishap immediately.

Treize glanced at him momentarily, with that smile of his.

"My, my, my... I just seem to have that effect on humans, don't I?"

The boy didn't answer but the gulping rapidly increased to about three lurchings a second. His eyes were still as Treize pulled a thorned whip from his dark coat. Milliardo instantly moved to the other side of the couch, the chainsaw bouncing its whirrs inside his head. Both he and Wufei watched the whip warily.

"They got a gate open, couple humans were incinerated by Hell's heat, more souls had escaped and- well, you know the deal when Hell breaks loose." The blond pulled out of the emerald-eyed one after he passed this information.

"Satan blames me?"

Quatre didn't answer, but untied his pet, and glared sullenly at the floor. "He wants your new pet, by the way."

Treize grunted. "Why?"

"Other than the fact he does blame you for a little bit of Hell breaking loose too early....Milliardo looks a lot like Gabriel."

The huge demon looked at him again, tipping his head to the side. "You're right... He does look like him..."

Quatre nodded in agreement, throwing the bindings on the ground then lounged on the couch. "So...What are you going to do, after you beat the living daylights out of Wufei that is."

Treize cracked the whip, the metal thorns struck one another with a metallic clang. He stretched his hands over it, lighting it aflame and spoke a strange language that turned the fire from orange to blue. It seemed he though better of it, and he swept the fire out.

"We're going to have to clean up the mess on Earth of course." Milliardo couldn't catch the blow to Wufei's arm the demon quickly dealt, but it was easy to hear the boy cry out and it was easy to see the torn flesh of his limb.

"Maybe we should find who has the demon magic among these three." Another invisible strike, this time to the knee and removing bloody flesh and crooked bone. Treize was snarling, outraged.

"Or we could go to Earth and wait until all of this blows over." Two across the shoulders, cutting deeply across a convulsing chest and abdomen. Just like with Duo, the slashes healed quickly but left a proportionate mark.

Trowa groaned, a haunting tone that chilled Milliardo's marrow, and he sat up to gingerly lay his head on the arm of the couch. He blinked his eyes closed at once and fell asleep, or passed out. Quatre raked his fingers through his slick reddish-brown hair and the strands fell completely over the boy's eye.

Then Milliardo noticed- figured out at last why the boy looked so familiar. It was a wonder he couldn't recognize him at the first moment. As he realized this boy's identity, the others fell into place as well.

"Turn around." Meat shred to bits, and a scream that made his stomach curl. Begging that made his heart ache.

Triton Bloom -Brandon- the exchange student whose name he still couldn't remember. Of course, knowing this mattered not. He will be sitting there naked until someone thought it wise to make him useful somehow. Or tell what in the fuck was going on, a bunch of dead people with demons, getting beaten and raped, and Wufei screamed so loud, saying he was similar to Gabriel, gates that let hell break loose.

Maybe he'll go nuts.. Just completely insane and curl in some corner as 172 pounds of craziness, frothing at the mouth and talking solutions to himself or another imagined person... Maybe Treize...

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Milliardo could've sworn on the Bible that he just closed his eyes to clear his head but when he opened them they felt leaden with sleep, as did the rest of his body. He also saw into shiny black eyes, then things began to focus and make sense. He was watching Wufei barely keep himself awake and he had fainted on the couch. They had left him there to dream it out.

"Master Treize, he's awake." Wufei poured the last of his energy into the sentence.

Treize appeared before him and grabbed him painfully by the hairs on his head, hauling him to his feet. "Well! Isn't that the first time you have called me master?" Milliardo realized he was naked as Treize rubbed oddly smooth hands and sharp nails across his buttocks.

"May I go to sleep now, master?"

The demon was busy making patterns on his oddly relatively scrawny body-he was the tallest guy at school and voted 'Most Likely To Become a Wrestler' for the last three years- and he closed his eyes to somehow physically remove the overwhelming desire to touch him back. Treize must have nodded because he heard a thump and a huge sigh of relief.

Treize picked him up like a princess, one arm under his knees and the other across the middle of his back, and he felt scrawnier than he liked. He didn't want to take his chances bringing his flesh any nearer to the other's mouth than was necessary so he curled deeply in his arms to balance himself. He kept his eyes closed.

"You're trembling," Treize growled, the vibrations traveling to his chest and making him hard and comforted. It was a sexy sound and Milliardo hated very much to admit that to himself. When the arm rhythmically whooshed over him in balanced waves, he knew they were moving. He kept his eyes closed.

"Man, that felt good! I wonder who really opened the gate. I tell you, it was one of the best and cleanest gates ever, just at the wrong place at the wrong time. Caught by Dorothy. Ha!" Quatre exclaimed and something warm and soft rustled his hair. "He looks too much like Gabriel...and someone else...Who's his mother? Gotta' be demon."

"Van," Heero offered, softly,"Satan's tenth daughter..."

"Really? My.. He's the kind you want to tie up and rape."

"Look at his hands and lips-"

"And eyes and hair," Treize said," and my opinion stands that Trowa is the one into bondage."

Milliardo didn't know what he was into, a one-night stand in a very stuck-up party with too much booze and too many pills, yes. Spankings and nipple clamps... That will take some more thought.

"Van died like fifty years ago right?" Quatre ran his fingers through his hair and he trained his head into imagining where they were going to keep the shivers from spreading. "So, he's probably a first generation half-breed?"

"Doesn't matter. If he has the power of Gabriel, Satan will want him since he'll be able open the gates of Heaven and Hell. With a bit more juice and training, he'll be ready to bring the Apocalypse before he loses his virginity." Treize brushed his ass and kicked a door open. The room reeked of disastrous old blood and clean metal. He squeezed his eyes closed.

"Which is all the thirteenth son of Satan cares about, you are very disappointing."

He was loftily thrown onto a wooden table, a nail scratched a bit of his back, and someone tried to pry open his legs. He tried to fight and even kicked, even grasped the wrist of the arm, but when he found out he couldn't get his hand around even half the wrist- he panicked. He got in a few more punches, a foot free, before Treize held his chin in a royal death grip. He finally freed his gaze onto purple-fired eyes.

"Stop."

He melted into a puddle of goo and lied down lifelessly. His brazen erection twitched a bit and nearly died as he took in the room.

The wooden table was dark with dried blood and the walls were covered in dirtied swords, katanas, knives, daggers, machetes, chainsaws, axes, and there was a guillotine in one corner. At the ceiling of the wall opposite the one he faced were the heads of "Past Failures", a plaque said. They would have been attractive men and women if the heads were attached to bodies, and the third head had his eyes and the second to last had her nose. One of the worst feelings in the world was to lose an erection and, since it was all he got at the moment, he looked towards Treize, who was warming a long iron stick in the hearth. Heero was holding him down. Up close, he really wasn't that small and ten times more menacing. Milliardo decided that if he had had his eyes open he wouldn't have fought back.

"You have soft thighs."

Milliardo blushed, flesh flooding with blood once more. This reaction excited Heero, obviously, as he began to caress the thighs.

"Milliardo, Heero complimented you."

Treize hadn't turned around, yet, so he openly enjoyed the small demon's ministrations, and he practically purred a 'Thank you, sir', which earned him a lick to the tip of his nipple. Heero's tongue swirled around with knowing ease. He quickly nipped the pert end, fangs scraping along the boundary, before lapping at the other nipple, a better skill, Milliardo thought. Treize turned around just when Heero began to suckle gently. But he didn't stop, and Treize didn't seem to care, but he did push Heero off with a bit more force than necessary so he can get between his knees.

"He's tasty." Heero licked his lips.

Quatre, who apparently had left the room, came back with a bowl of ice and a rag. He balanced a bottled of alcohol on his head. Before he knew it, both hands were captured by Heero's over his head. With him glaring down and Treize watching, it didn't seem worth it to fight.

The stick in Treize's hand was purple at the end, though the fire had been orange, with an exaggerated design of two roses fitted into a weave two inches in diameter, and the demon murmured a spell over it to change it darker.

It wasn't a stick. It was a brand.

He was going to be branded.

Compared to a chainsaw, being branded sounded like carpet burn, so he relaxed and eased some tension. He held on to Heero and hoped that it wasn't too bad.

The alcohol and rag were taken and Treize prepped both sensitive complementary spots on the inside of his thigh. The alcohol was warm and he imagined it a thousands times hotter to mentally prep himself while at the same time keep his heart from pumping out of his chest and keep his stomach from replacing the heart. He idly wondered if his trembling was making matters worse.

"What is it, my pretty bitch?" Treize asked unnecessarily.

"I'm....scared, master." Since he asked, Milliardo took the opportunity to placate his face into its most innocent manner of being and bit his lower lip. The last bit was overblown but the effect was immediate. Treize laid the brand down and seemed to think on it until Quatre and Heero butted in, respectively.

"He's manipulating you."

"Wuss."

That seemed to shake him out of his spell and he picked up the brand again. "Sorry, pet."

"You never apologized before."

Treize glared at Quatre. The demon wilted back, looking into a corner, so Treize brought his eyes to Heero.

"Make that the last time you call me a wuss."

The grip turned cold and loose.

It was a quiet moment before Treize pulled Milliardo out of Heero's grasp by the hips and flipped the brand. Milliardo could make out 'TK' at the bottom of the roses.

"Milliardo,"-he turned his attention back to his killer-"I am going to bond our souls. It will sort of be like... getting a new Shell, except short and the end is more...promising." That promise did not lift Milliardo's spirits. If he were to go through that kind of pain again there was nothing too valuable to make up for it.

"You're going to have to memorize a few lines first." Treize grinned, a so-sexy-it-was-sin-no-wonder-he-is-in-Hell sort of grin. The demon told him his part of the spell and he memorized them. He was ordered not to say them before Treize's cue or else something catastrophic would happen that will indifferently result in his Shell exploding. That's where most of the blood on the table came from.

No pressure.

The brand was an inch from his thigh. Breathe. Don't imagine how good Treize looked with a half-open robe and loose pants. Actually... It was a good distraction, so Milliardo eyed the trail of light red hair that led joyously down to the demon's raging organ with gratitude.

Were people in hell horny all the time?

He didn't feel the brand touch his flesh and the initial pain of his soul pushing against his Shell. When the boundary broke he screamed, arching his back and hoping someone could kill him right then. He felt like a million little pieces jerking around their furthest heights and widths.

Treize roamed over him then and said something incomprehensible, but Milliardo figured it out when the brand pressed into his other thigh-a piece of ice of the other burn- and the torture flared. A cold ice pressed to the wound and he could feel Treize's presence. He opened his eyes he hadn't noticed were closed. Treize's chest was close and a deep wound oozing very viscous blood was closer to his mouth.

Milliardo put his lips to it and the first drop of blood filled him with such awe and pleasure he tore his lips away. His broken soul hurt, but the pleasure of being connected with Treize for two-point-five seconds made a blinding white star burst in his vision.

He orgasmed. Twice.

Oddly enough, he hadn't passed out, and his demon's chest was to his mouth, and his demon's hand was on the back of his head. He drank more of Treize's blood, had another orgasm, and continued drinking with mindless fervor. Treize began his part of the spell.

"May the dark forces and evil grant me this request.
A bonding everlasting, a master and his pet.
Souls combined under the Earth core and condemned by Heaven,
Satan grant me the seal of the request you were given."

Treize was grinding him into the wood with powerful hips. It was glorious. They were in a dark tumbling void and his demon brightly stood out.

"I am the master who rewards.
The master who punishes.
The master who gives.
The master who is obeyed.
The master who has no master besides the power of Satan Lord of Hell and God Lord of Heaven and the free will of humans on Earth.
I am Treize Kushrenada, thirteenth son of Lucifer-" -So that's what the K stood for-"and Macuje Shishilman.
May the seal never be broken."

Treize mouthed that it was his turn and smirked at him. That smirk caressed the left side of his neck and teeth punctured the skin there and on through to that vital vein.

Milliardo was mildly aware he was drooling profusely, but he began his part of the enchantment nonetheless.

"May the dark forces and evil heed my request.
A bonding everlasting, a master and his pet.
Souls combined under the Earth core and...." It was something about heaven...heaven...Heaven knows he didn't want his shell to explode! "...condemned by Heaven,
Satan grant me the seal of the request you were given."

He was intact, now all he had to do was tear his pride and dignity to pieces.

"I am the slave of my master."

Duh.

"I am the slave of my master who rewards and I am rewarded.
I am the slave of my master who punishes and I am punished.
I am the slave of my master who gives and I take what is given.
I am the slave of my master who bids and I obey.
I am the slave of my master and have no other master besides Satan Lord of Hell and God Lord of Heaven and the free will of humans on Earth.
I am Milliardo Peacecraft, son of Gabriel of Heaven and Van, tenth daughter of Lucifer.
May the seal never be broken."

And together they chanted,"Until death do us part."

It was silent. It was over. But the pleasing sensations did not cease to rumble through him. Not like he was complaining.

"You know, it is very rare for someone to memorize all that in minutes."

Quatre came into view, a mischievous grin mistook him innocuous, and Milliardo was not to be fooled. He watched the demon play with his hair. Again.

"How does it feel?" Treize asked needlessly.

"It feels great, master." Milliardo searched between his legs for his brands, and there they were, somehow in color. Treize hooked both his arms around the small of his back, absorbing the expanse of it with his hands.

"Good."

"Sorry to ruin this joyous occasion but sooner or later, some lackey of Satan's is going to come along." Heero stood seriously at the side, eyes fired with lust but unsupported by his demeanor." Shouldn't we get ready?"

"Yes, we should pack our valuables," advised Treize, separating with obvious reluctance. He closed his robe, much to Milliardo's displeasure, and used the rag to clean up the mess he had on his chest. Quatre then jumped on the table.

"We're leaving the house? Do you know how long it took for the Maguanacs to build this?"

Treize rolled his eyes and crossed a hand over them. "Milliardo is going to lead the others to the cabin across the forest while we, after we battle whatever lackey Satan sends, set up the house and go through some major renovations to guard it. Otherwise, we will have to leave."

"Do you really need to keep this one?" Heero probed, his whole manner exuding that it would be an obvious solution to give him up.

Treize turned to him with a manacingly broad glare and a snarl. "I've seen you are quite efficient blindfolded, do you need your eyes? And, since one can't make a sentence between you and a dog most of the time, why don't you just cut off your tongue as well." He then turned to Quatre and then back to Heero, totally capturing their undivided attention. "I am a tired demon to spend daily amounts of testosterone to keep both of you in your place, so just shut up or die, understand?"

"Understood."

"Understood."

The grand demon turned to Milliardo, who was in the confusedly difficult process of keeping on his two feet without the help of the table. The boy believe in his heart that he would go through a month of anxiety, a chainsaw dungeon, and five Shells again if he could have another orgasm, but he felt something important was happening so he kept that to himself.

"Milliardo." He was all ears. "Can you memorize a few more things for me- Well, if you can't, you're going to die, so,"-Treize draped his coat around Milliardo's frame-"here is what you have to do."