InuYasha Fan Fiction / Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Crossover With Non-anime Series Fan Fiction ❯ Go To Hell ❯ Of Dangers and Dubiousness ( Chapter 4 )

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

AN: I was hoping for an exciting thunderstorm today.. But now I just feel bad for those kids in Alabama

Warnings: Dorothy (well, I think she's kinda' dangerous)

Summary: Milliardo gains consciousness to another series of strange events of Hell



Of Dangers and Dubiousness



"Oi... Hey, beautiful."

The woman had no wings but swished her three tails back and forth. Oddly, they looked like scaleless gray snakes that matched her forked gray eyebrows. Flaxen blond hair draped down her back, flinging around as she threw her whip and blade down and settled on his naked hips.

He would have said something if he wasn't gagged as well.

"Mmm... I should tell Treize you're awake, but maybe I shall put this," she said, grasping his cock then, "into work before he kicks me out and keeps you all to himself."

Smiling, she aimed his totally flaccid dick to her leather-encased vulva, dry-humping it like so.

He has never been one to enjoy taking a girl in the first place, unless it was up her ass, but tied up and naked was worse than anything.

"I like your face. I find a feisty man to break awfully sexy." She hissed through her teeth and her breath smelled like rotting corpses.

Where were the others and why was he tied, naked, and gagged? Who was this lady currently gripping his shoulder with her long, painful nails? Why was everyone in hell acting as if they haven't had sex in years?!

A crack snapped the air and his thoughts into pieces; the woman clenched around him, and Milliardo just realized how disgustedly oily her hand was. When she fell to the ground he saw Treize, face contorted in the most furious rage that he thanked God he was not the victim of. He took a blade from the coat- not a robe!- he was wearing and cut into his hand, probably some symbol or other.

"Satan grant me this request, you bastard...Shit...

"Satan grant me this request.
I ask you send that I hate
Elsewhere
Far to their boundary gates."

The woman disappeared in a puff of black smoke in the shape of a run-down house; Treize fanned the smoke away, grimacing disapprovingly before sitting next to Milliardo's nude, bond, and gagged form.

"The others went to my personal training facility. We need to find out their limits; can't have slaves opening gates willy nilly. And..."- he cut the gag off with a nail-" tell me what happened when you arrived at the cabin."

Before answering, Milliardo smacked his lips to get rid of the dry cardboard taste in his mouth and, attempting to get comfortable by moving around, find himself on Treize's lap. After he had been on them for so long, his arms began to tingle, and one leg had the chance of touching the demon's erection with very little movement. Noticing his arousal made Milliardo hard as well, but the other made no move to touch him, just stared intently at his face, making him blush.

"We carried our stuff through the forest, got to the cabin and started to do the spells. Trowa was about to do the symbol but I ...said it and.. I guess the spell was done.. Then, I did the other one and we went inside...But there were zombies in there and so we got out. 'Fei-"

"He'll get angry if you call him that," Treize commented.

"-He did a spell with...the symbol cutting thing... And I said the spell, and all the zombies went up in dust."

"All of them?"

"I hadn't seen any when we came in....Then.. I guess I feel asleep after putting up the things."

Treize smiled, laying him down on the sofa. "For them to come back so strongly, Satan is serious. It's great that you're alright then."

"Maybe.." Milliardo saw the demon frowning down at him, at odds with his vague reply, but how could he say anything with that picture of Jesus sincerely irking him, especially when he was in Hell, aroused by one of Satan's sons?

"Dorothy comes and goes whenever she likes," said said son, taking a stab at what was bothering him. "She believes that since we are cousins she has the right to, but she knows better than to touch what is mine." A shiver passed through Milliardo at the possessive tone and a rush of arousal bombarded him. Treize leaned close, eyes glowing, flashing as another shiver hardened his nipples and cock.

"But it's the picture that's really bothering you, isn't it?" He frowned, forked eyebrows springing apart suddenly, and Milliardo's bond with him made him feel some of that annoyance as well.

"You don't like it either?" Milliardo inquired, surprised as well as relieved.

Flanking his warm robed body against his nude one, Treize grabbed hold of his collarbone with his teeth. Milliardo forgot about the picture and focused on the sinfully pleasurable feeling of his demon's bite, anger taken out on him.

"Can't you tell? It's in our bond: you feel what I want you to feel, do what I want you to do. And then... Resistance only results in pain. You're not going to resist me, are you?"

The slave moaned, arching up to feel more of Treize's heavy weight on his body. He closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of his master's engorged erection sweeping against his, then grinding with ferocity. And when Treize stopped to remove his clothes, he opened his eyes.

Jesus, eyes bleeding tears of sin, stared straight at him, mouth open, as if in pain and rendered mad with it. The more Milliardo stared, the larger the eyes became and wider the mouth opened. Treize shielded the phenomenal picture for but a moment before the Christ figure screamed with all the piercing note of an opera singer, causing Treize to jump in surprise. Milliardo began to scream as well.

Unbelievingly, the scream rose to a higher pitch, and Milliardo's body quaked with such horrifying tremors and everything went black around him.

Then he felt something remarkable. A deep inner push of courage that shoved most of the terror out of his soul. The feeling was almost loving in its reassurance, a calm brush of faith in his strength. This was all Treize, the thirteenth son of Satan, a demon.

"Milliardo? Is it doing any good?" called the faraway demon.

Opening teary eyes, the boy opened his eyes to that of Treize's, surprised to see them laced with concern and his face flushed with his internal effort.

"Why?"

His forked brows furrowed. "It sometimes does that."

"No... Why did you help me?"

Another smile. "He uses the unmovable pictures to snatch your soul....And you're mine," Treize cried, suddenly angry and getting up. He strode back and forth before stopping and taking out the dagger from his half-removed coat, slicing his hand, and wringing blood in a splattered 'X' over the picture. It slowly turned black. "I can't believe he would go that far... Well, I guess I can believe it."

Milliardo had the partial thought that Treize was mad.

Treize muttered to himself for a few more moments. Then, Quatre, Heero, and the other slaves came to the cabin. To be matter-of-fact, they were chased to the front door, a bold thunder rumbling after them, making the sounds of the barking demon dogs and frolicking zombies much worse. Those weren't the slow zombies, either; these were the ones that, after being five yards away, end up right next to Wufei as the last...thing to come through the door. A swift kick helped it out.

Quatre sank on the door. "I'm still tired from fighting Naraku for seven fucking days!"

Duo bounced from the door and looked out the window. "They ain't seeing us right? I mean, ya'll so tired, so if they get in-"

"We won't be able to fight," answered Heero. "This is too much trouble."

Treize nodded. "But I won't give him up."

"Why not?" Quatre tentatively asked after a quiet.

"Besides the fact Milliardo is mine," he repeated and threw a cloak over his slave's nakedness, "Satan will significantly become stronger with a soul that can open both gates."

"Soooo....What are we going to do now?"

"We can have sex."

Undead groans rose in volume outside, marking the increase of the zombies.

"I'm not in the mood." Quatre sniffed. "And the damn things broke in so many times and got all our expensive food."

Treize smiled, sitting next to his small blonde companion.. "Worst comes to worse, we can eat your lovely Trowa first."

Quatre returned the gesture, eyes brightly insane. "Why can't we do that now?"

"Because you're not finished with him yet, and it isn't nearly as bad as it could be."

Quatre nodded and suddenly turned to Trowa. "You hear that? As soon as it is bad as it could be, when the worst comes to worse, we're going to eat you."

"I call the thighs," Heero said.

"Fatass- Trowa, did you hear me?"

He jumped, a myriad of greens shifting his sick face. "Yes, sir."

Quiet settled again, not awkward but very much bored. Quatre twitched his slightly weathered-looking wings, and then he started purposefully into Milliardo's face and holding his gaze for a moments. Uninterestedly, he asked, "How does your family take you?" There was a tense ripple in the atmosphere of the room, suddenly Duo's and Trowa's eyes were downcast.

"They are all right."

"Just all right?"

"All right."

"...All right?"

"Yes, sir."

The wings were wriggled again, Quatre, unimpressed, quirked his lips and leaned over to prod Trowa in the general area of his stomach. "I was kidding, you know. Treize is going to get us some food from his downtown friends with the loot we picked up."

"No, Treize is not," the demon argued.

"Hm?" Quatre asked. "Well, neither Heero nor I are powerful enough to defeat Dorothy at the moment. Since you'll be going out, why not go get some groceries?"

"The only person here able to do so, at the moment, is Milliard- wait. What cause would I have to kill Dorothy?"

A rise of bloodlust surged the cabin's atmosphere once more, deeply through Milliardo's veins, and Quatre gave Heero a knowing glance.

"You know that none of us told anyone about Milliardo, right?" Heero inquired; Treize nodded. "It just so happens to be that Dorothy told Satan about Milliardo, opened the gate, drugged the slaves and Duo into believing they did it, and sent Sesshomaru and then Naraku after us. Good thing we didn't tell her about this cabin."

"She knows about the cabin," Treize spat, eyes murderous.

"I hot-wired a car for you, sir," Duo said with a slight inclination of his head. His hair was ragged and greasy, clumps of it still mottled by blood.

"Good."

Milliardo had to grab hold of his master's coat as the demon hauled him to his feet, hardly waiting for him to regain balance while walking to the door. Heero threw him a large chinkling bag. It was a lot heavier than it looked, so he held it with both hands.

"No one's allowed in."

"Iason is coming. You asked for his advice, remember?"

"Fine."

"Dorothy's at Kikyo's."

"Fine." A hand to Milliardo's back pushed the boy forward. "Chant Psalm 23. I've not the energy to do it so you'll be doing the spells from now on."

Milliardo stood there silent. A group of male-seeming undead shuffled with wet, rotting feet in front of him; several of the dogs turned the heads to the open door but did nothing further towards him.

"They won't do anything, but we can't go anywhere unless you start chanting."

"I don't..." he began, suddenly embarrassed now that everyone took to staring at him.

"What?"

Heero sighed. "He doesn't know Psalm 23."

"Then,"-Treize clapped him on the shoulder-"Begin Genesis."

"...Genesis?"

The master narrowed his eyes. "Do you not know that either?" Milliardo shook his head negatively. "...What part of the Bible do you know?"

"..."

"Have you ever read the Bible?"

"No."

Duo scoffed incredulously.

"Look, just repeat after me. The Lord is my shepherd-"

"I shall not want....He maketh me lie down in green-"

"I thought you didn't know it!"

Milliardo blinked. "I thought it was a poem."

Treize, freaking hell, he was huge, stood imposingly behind him, so he started to finish the psalm as Treize pushed him forward. The zombies nearest him began to sizzle and go aflame; the dogs, whimpering, shuffled away. They neared the border, seeing the car over the rise of the hill. The Chevrolet was guarded by larger, much larger, zombies.

"What are those?"

Milliardo jumped. He had no idea Wufei was beside them.

"Those are Nemesis's, an advanced form of the others," Treize said, catching both Milliardo and Wufei in one arm. "When we cross over the border, they'll come at us Milliardo. Don't stop, just keep rounding the psalm."

Crossing the border pressed a switch in the monsters; over half knocked into another in their scramble to the trio. Treize carried them from the mob much faster than Milliardo thought was possible. He kept up the Bible quote, wondering how it would work in such a place as Hell. It was also a question on why everyone seemed so engrossed in his personal history.

His family hated him with the passion of the fires of Hell, but they were all right as they are. Just fine.