Slayers Fan Fiction ❯ happy ❯ one of one ( One-Shot )
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By: tsutsuji 
Xelloss makes Zelgadis happy, which is not such a good thing for a Mazoku to do. (edited 5/06 with slight changes near the end.)
Anime/Manga: Slayers Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 08.12.2005 | Updated On: 05.23.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Completed
Xelloss makes Zelgadis happy, which is not such a good thing for a Mazoku to do. (edited 5/06 with slight changes near the end.)
Anime/Manga: Slayers Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 08.12.2005 | Updated On: 05.23.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Completed
Title: Happy
Author: Tsutsuji
Date written: 8/11/05
Fandom: Slayers
Rating: X (NC17, MA, whatever it's called this week)
Pairings: Zelgadis/Xelloss
Original characters: no
Type: yaoi/slash
Warnings: yaoi with a non-con, s/m flavor.
Status: complete draft
Spoilers: no
Disclaimer: I do not own the copyright to these characters and I'm making no profit from this fic and intend no copyright infringement.
Spell-checked and self-beta'd. Please inform me of any typos. All other feedback is much loved and appreciated.
Summary: Xelloss makes Zelgadis happy.
Note: This fic is a totally unworthy tribute to "Purple" by Xellas M., but it was a lot of fun to write, anyway. Works better if you read "Purple" first (or again) before you read this.
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Zelgadis was happy. Perfectly, blissfully happy in fact. It was rare for him to be so filled with joy as this. He was better known as the ruthless sorcerer and swordsman, the cold-hearted chimera with body of stone. He was more accustomed to brooding and being depressed, with buried anger at himself and at the one who made him a chimera. Even more often than that he felt angry and full of hatred for the evil race, the Mazoku who plagued his life -- all but one of them. For this one Mozaku he felt only the sweetest affection. That was the reason Zelgadis felt so wonderfully happy at this moment, because Xelloss was just so darn cute when he was utterly helpless.
The Trickster Priest leaned back against the wall in front of Zelgadis, but he was too weak to hold himself there; only Zelgadis' hands on his bare chest held him upright. Zelgadis smiled; his heart swelled with joy at the sight of Xelloss' bowed head and his purple-black hair falling over his face like a veil. It was the same triumphant smile he'd worn when he thought he'd acquired the Philosopher's Stone by defeating Lina Inverse, and the same joy he'd felt when he held pages of a Claire Bible manuscript in his hands--just before they went up in smoke.
He ducked in under the drooping head and kissed slack lips tenderly.
"I just love seeing you like this," he said, his voice soft with affection. "Meek, pretty, helpless Xellos," he said, leaving more sweet kisses on the Mazoku's face. "It makes my life worth living to see you so weak. It makes me so hard...."
Zelgadis ground his hips against Xelloss, stimulating his rapidly swelling erection. There was no corresponding bulge under the priest's trousers. Xelloss moaned softly. He'd become too weak to struggle, but he managed to raise his head a little and his hands clutched feebly at Zel's arms. Eyes clenched shut, he leaned into Zelgadis with a pained, pleading expression on his face.
"Not ready to beg already, are you?" Zelgadis asked with a fond smile. Xelloss managed to give his head a shake side to side, rolling his face against Zel's stone-flecked cheek. "Good."
Zelgadis let Xelloss slide down the wall to land on his knees. He loosened his trousers with one hand and held Xelloss' head with the other. The head of his cock bobbed in front of Xelloss' face and then pressed against his lips.
"Take it, Xelloss," he said sweetly. "Open your pretty mouth and take it in."
Xelloss' lips opened and Zelgadis slipped his cock between them, but Xelloss was too weak to do anything else. His mouth was soft and hot, but Zelgadis wanted more from him than that.
"Come on, Xelloss, suck it," he said gently, but with a quick, impatient tug on Xelloss' hair.
After a second, Xelloss did begin to suck, lightly at first until Zelgadis growled softly with frustration.
"Harder!" he said a little less gently. "I know you can do better than that!"
He felt Xelloss shudder but the pressure of his mouth increased, and without further encouragement he started to suck up and down Zel's shaft. His head bobbed and his hair flopped around his face, falling forward to tickle Zel's groin. It felt good... very good. Zelgadis closed his eyes for a few blissful seconds. His hips jerked suddenly, his cock swelling more when he heard and felt Xelloss whimper around him. He shoved in deeper, hitting the back of Xelloss' throat. Xelloss lifted his hands to clutch at Zelgadis' hips and sucked harder, but when Zelgadis gasped with pleasure his fingers lost their grip. Zelgadis pulled back suddenly.
"No, no," he said, panting slightly. "Your mouth is wonderful, but not like this. You like it too much this way. I want it all from you this time," he said, smiling down at Xelloss who knelt, trembling a little, at his feet.
He stepped back and caressed Xelloss' face, then gently cupped his hand around the back of his neck and nudged his head down toward the floor. "On your hands and knees, now. You look so good that way. Just imagine how happy it would make Amelia to see you like that!"
He imagined it himself. Xelloss dropped to hands and knees with a groan and stayed there, arms and legs shaking as if he could hardly hold himself up. His head dropped almost to the floor.
Zelgadis stepped out of his trousers and whipped his tunic off to toss it aside, all the while smiling down at Xelloss. He was such a pretty sight like that, but he could still be even prettier. He knelt down behind Xelloss and ran his hand over the soft, loose fabric of Xelloss' trousers, lightly squeezing the firm muscles of his ass. Then he hooked his fingers under the fabric and pulled, with a flush of joy at the strength in his hands. Xelloss screamed weakly as the trousers ripped apart, and Zelgadis smiled wider. It felt so much like real cloth, it didn't seem possible that it was actually a part of Xelloss himself.
Zelgadis felt joy swell inside him at the sound of that scream, and he felt another hot flush of pleasure at the sight of Xelloss' lovely ass raised in front of him. His cock swelled as well. He knelt between Xelloss' spread knees and pushed one hand up under him, fondling his loose-hanging sac with a delicate touch.
"Not enjoying yourself yet?" he teased gently. "Not ready to beg for it yet, either? Or did you have something else to say?"
Xelloss didn't respond at all, just stayed there with his head hanging down. Zelgadis prodded his ass until he found the place to press his fingers into, but he didn't push inside yet. Instead, he let his other hand trail up over Xelloss' quivering back.
Leaning forward, he whispered a few words, a brief spell. The wonderful surge of magic gathered in his hands.
"No..." Xelloss whispered. His back muscles rippled in anticipation.
Zelgadis scraped his rough fingertips along Xelloss' spine and released the spell through his hands at the same moment. Xelloss writhed under his hand; the physical touch left red scratches on his skin, but the magic cut into Xelloss' spirit body as well. He gasped and then moaned. Zelgadis smiled at the sound; it was almost the same sweet sound Xelloss had made after Gaav had nearly torn him apart. Zelgadis felt like he could burst with joy.
He would burst soon with another need, though. He raised himself up and pressed the stiff head of his cock against Xelloss' ass. Nothing in the world could feel better than pressing it inside that tight ring of resistance, unless it was the way Xelloss shuddered helplessly beneath him.
He pushed in slowly, enjoying every single inch of heat and pressure as much as possible. When he'd sunk in as far as he could go, he leaned forward over Xelloss' back again, embraced him with a contented sigh, and reached around underneath him to stroke his soft cock.
"Beg for it," he said. He swirled the tip of his tongue on Xelloss' throat below his ear. "Beg for my anger. Plead with me to give you my hate."
Xelloss raised his head with an effort, twisted his neck to nuzzle back against Zelgadis' face.
"Please, Zelgadis," he whispered. "Please give me what I need."
"Say you love me," Zelgadis said.
He thought Xelloss would collapse in a trembling heap beneath him; the Mazoku panted and shuttered from head to foot.
"Zelgadis," he said, voice breaking with pain. "I love you."
Zelgadis groaned and thrust into him once, hard.
"I hate you," he whispered into Xelloss' ear.
He started to move in and out, slow and deep, in time with his words like they were a chant of power.
"I hate you, Xelloss. I hate you, Mazoku, and all of your kind."
He dug his fingers into Xelloss' hip, gritted his teeth and growled. Quickening his thrusts, he pumped Xelloss with his other hand and felt him swell to full hardness as he continued to pour his anger and all of the anguish Xelloss ever had caused him into his words.
"Damn you, Xelloss!" he cried, slamming into the body beneath him, but now Xelloss lunged back, hungrily thrusting against him for more.
Feeling this, and feeling Xelloss' cock grow stiff, Zelgadis felt another wave of triumphant joy. Xelloss faultered, and Zelgadis sped toward the edge of his release.
"I control you," he growled happily. He played his emotions, cold and hot, anger and joy, fear and power, tempting and taunting. Xelloss flexed and snarled with frustration but he grew harder with every thrust of body and emotion.
Zelgadis came first, clawing at Xelloss' back and pounding into him furiously with his last rapid thrusts.
"Fuck you, Xelloss!" he screamed.
Xelloss came a few seconds later.
They sank to the floor together in a heap. Zelgadis clutched Xelloss back against his chest and pressed his face into the soft, dark hair at the back of his neck. Xelloss felt limp but no longer weak. He held Zel's arms around him, fondling the rocky patches on his stone skin.
Zelgadis felt just as limp now, and tired. He was exhausted from being so unrelentingly happy; it took more effort than spellcasting, but it was worth it. It felt so good to just stay like this afterward, with his softening cock still nestled inside Xelloss. He was as relaxed as his stone chimera body ever got. He felt so content...
"Please," Xelloss moaned, "no more!" But now his moan was exaggerated and his voice was mocking.
"Hmm. 'Please' is nice, but it isn't your safeword," Zelgadis said, nuzzling his neck. "In fact, you're such a masochist, I don't expect I'll ever hear you say that!"
Xelloss arched his neck to give Zelgadis better access.
"Probably not, but you're welcome to keep trying," he said. Zel couldn't see his face, but it sounded like he was smiling.
"Getting you to safeword isn't the point, you know," Zel said. "Anyway, I'd rather hear you say you love me again."
Xelloss tucked himself deeper into Zelgadis's arms.
"Fuck you, chimera!" he said contendly.
Zelgadis sighed and smiled. "Close enough."
---the end---
Author: Tsutsuji
Date written: 8/11/05
Fandom: Slayers
Rating: X (NC17, MA, whatever it's called this week)
Pairings: Zelgadis/Xelloss
Original characters: no
Type: yaoi/slash
Warnings: yaoi with a non-con, s/m flavor.
Status: complete draft
Spoilers: no
Disclaimer: I do not own the copyright to these characters and I'm making no profit from this fic and intend no copyright infringement.
Spell-checked and self-beta'd. Please inform me of any typos. All other feedback is much loved and appreciated.
Summary: Xelloss makes Zelgadis happy.
Note: This fic is a totally unworthy tribute to "Purple" by Xellas M., but it was a lot of fun to write, anyway. Works better if you read "Purple" first (or again) before you read this.
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Zelgadis was happy. Perfectly, blissfully happy in fact. It was rare for him to be so filled with joy as this. He was better known as the ruthless sorcerer and swordsman, the cold-hearted chimera with body of stone. He was more accustomed to brooding and being depressed, with buried anger at himself and at the one who made him a chimera. Even more often than that he felt angry and full of hatred for the evil race, the Mazoku who plagued his life -- all but one of them. For this one Mozaku he felt only the sweetest affection. That was the reason Zelgadis felt so wonderfully happy at this moment, because Xelloss was just so darn cute when he was utterly helpless.
The Trickster Priest leaned back against the wall in front of Zelgadis, but he was too weak to hold himself there; only Zelgadis' hands on his bare chest held him upright. Zelgadis smiled; his heart swelled with joy at the sight of Xelloss' bowed head and his purple-black hair falling over his face like a veil. It was the same triumphant smile he'd worn when he thought he'd acquired the Philosopher's Stone by defeating Lina Inverse, and the same joy he'd felt when he held pages of a Claire Bible manuscript in his hands--just before they went up in smoke.
He ducked in under the drooping head and kissed slack lips tenderly.
"I just love seeing you like this," he said, his voice soft with affection. "Meek, pretty, helpless Xellos," he said, leaving more sweet kisses on the Mazoku's face. "It makes my life worth living to see you so weak. It makes me so hard...."
Zelgadis ground his hips against Xelloss, stimulating his rapidly swelling erection. There was no corresponding bulge under the priest's trousers. Xelloss moaned softly. He'd become too weak to struggle, but he managed to raise his head a little and his hands clutched feebly at Zel's arms. Eyes clenched shut, he leaned into Zelgadis with a pained, pleading expression on his face.
"Not ready to beg already, are you?" Zelgadis asked with a fond smile. Xelloss managed to give his head a shake side to side, rolling his face against Zel's stone-flecked cheek. "Good."
Zelgadis let Xelloss slide down the wall to land on his knees. He loosened his trousers with one hand and held Xelloss' head with the other. The head of his cock bobbed in front of Xelloss' face and then pressed against his lips.
"Take it, Xelloss," he said sweetly. "Open your pretty mouth and take it in."
Xelloss' lips opened and Zelgadis slipped his cock between them, but Xelloss was too weak to do anything else. His mouth was soft and hot, but Zelgadis wanted more from him than that.
"Come on, Xelloss, suck it," he said gently, but with a quick, impatient tug on Xelloss' hair.
After a second, Xelloss did begin to suck, lightly at first until Zelgadis growled softly with frustration.
"Harder!" he said a little less gently. "I know you can do better than that!"
He felt Xelloss shudder but the pressure of his mouth increased, and without further encouragement he started to suck up and down Zel's shaft. His head bobbed and his hair flopped around his face, falling forward to tickle Zel's groin. It felt good... very good. Zelgadis closed his eyes for a few blissful seconds. His hips jerked suddenly, his cock swelling more when he heard and felt Xelloss whimper around him. He shoved in deeper, hitting the back of Xelloss' throat. Xelloss lifted his hands to clutch at Zelgadis' hips and sucked harder, but when Zelgadis gasped with pleasure his fingers lost their grip. Zelgadis pulled back suddenly.
"No, no," he said, panting slightly. "Your mouth is wonderful, but not like this. You like it too much this way. I want it all from you this time," he said, smiling down at Xelloss who knelt, trembling a little, at his feet.
He stepped back and caressed Xelloss' face, then gently cupped his hand around the back of his neck and nudged his head down toward the floor. "On your hands and knees, now. You look so good that way. Just imagine how happy it would make Amelia to see you like that!"
He imagined it himself. Xelloss dropped to hands and knees with a groan and stayed there, arms and legs shaking as if he could hardly hold himself up. His head dropped almost to the floor.
Zelgadis stepped out of his trousers and whipped his tunic off to toss it aside, all the while smiling down at Xelloss. He was such a pretty sight like that, but he could still be even prettier. He knelt down behind Xelloss and ran his hand over the soft, loose fabric of Xelloss' trousers, lightly squeezing the firm muscles of his ass. Then he hooked his fingers under the fabric and pulled, with a flush of joy at the strength in his hands. Xelloss screamed weakly as the trousers ripped apart, and Zelgadis smiled wider. It felt so much like real cloth, it didn't seem possible that it was actually a part of Xelloss himself.
Zelgadis felt joy swell inside him at the sound of that scream, and he felt another hot flush of pleasure at the sight of Xelloss' lovely ass raised in front of him. His cock swelled as well. He knelt between Xelloss' spread knees and pushed one hand up under him, fondling his loose-hanging sac with a delicate touch.
"Not enjoying yourself yet?" he teased gently. "Not ready to beg for it yet, either? Or did you have something else to say?"
Xelloss didn't respond at all, just stayed there with his head hanging down. Zelgadis prodded his ass until he found the place to press his fingers into, but he didn't push inside yet. Instead, he let his other hand trail up over Xelloss' quivering back.
Leaning forward, he whispered a few words, a brief spell. The wonderful surge of magic gathered in his hands.
"No..." Xelloss whispered. His back muscles rippled in anticipation.
Zelgadis scraped his rough fingertips along Xelloss' spine and released the spell through his hands at the same moment. Xelloss writhed under his hand; the physical touch left red scratches on his skin, but the magic cut into Xelloss' spirit body as well. He gasped and then moaned. Zelgadis smiled at the sound; it was almost the same sweet sound Xelloss had made after Gaav had nearly torn him apart. Zelgadis felt like he could burst with joy.
He would burst soon with another need, though. He raised himself up and pressed the stiff head of his cock against Xelloss' ass. Nothing in the world could feel better than pressing it inside that tight ring of resistance, unless it was the way Xelloss shuddered helplessly beneath him.
He pushed in slowly, enjoying every single inch of heat and pressure as much as possible. When he'd sunk in as far as he could go, he leaned forward over Xelloss' back again, embraced him with a contented sigh, and reached around underneath him to stroke his soft cock.
"Beg for it," he said. He swirled the tip of his tongue on Xelloss' throat below his ear. "Beg for my anger. Plead with me to give you my hate."
Xelloss raised his head with an effort, twisted his neck to nuzzle back against Zelgadis' face.
"Please, Zelgadis," he whispered. "Please give me what I need."
"Say you love me," Zelgadis said.
He thought Xelloss would collapse in a trembling heap beneath him; the Mazoku panted and shuttered from head to foot.
"Zelgadis," he said, voice breaking with pain. "I love you."
Zelgadis groaned and thrust into him once, hard.
"I hate you," he whispered into Xelloss' ear.
He started to move in and out, slow and deep, in time with his words like they were a chant of power.
"I hate you, Xelloss. I hate you, Mazoku, and all of your kind."
He dug his fingers into Xelloss' hip, gritted his teeth and growled. Quickening his thrusts, he pumped Xelloss with his other hand and felt him swell to full hardness as he continued to pour his anger and all of the anguish Xelloss ever had caused him into his words.
"Damn you, Xelloss!" he cried, slamming into the body beneath him, but now Xelloss lunged back, hungrily thrusting against him for more.
Feeling this, and feeling Xelloss' cock grow stiff, Zelgadis felt another wave of triumphant joy. Xelloss faultered, and Zelgadis sped toward the edge of his release.
"I control you," he growled happily. He played his emotions, cold and hot, anger and joy, fear and power, tempting and taunting. Xelloss flexed and snarled with frustration but he grew harder with every thrust of body and emotion.
Zelgadis came first, clawing at Xelloss' back and pounding into him furiously with his last rapid thrusts.
"Fuck you, Xelloss!" he screamed.
Xelloss came a few seconds later.
They sank to the floor together in a heap. Zelgadis clutched Xelloss back against his chest and pressed his face into the soft, dark hair at the back of his neck. Xelloss felt limp but no longer weak. He held Zel's arms around him, fondling the rocky patches on his stone skin.
Zelgadis felt just as limp now, and tired. He was exhausted from being so unrelentingly happy; it took more effort than spellcasting, but it was worth it. It felt so good to just stay like this afterward, with his softening cock still nestled inside Xelloss. He was as relaxed as his stone chimera body ever got. He felt so content...
"Please," Xelloss moaned, "no more!" But now his moan was exaggerated and his voice was mocking.
"Hmm. 'Please' is nice, but it isn't your safeword," Zelgadis said, nuzzling his neck. "In fact, you're such a masochist, I don't expect I'll ever hear you say that!"
Xelloss arched his neck to give Zelgadis better access.
"Probably not, but you're welcome to keep trying," he said. Zel couldn't see his face, but it sounded like he was smiling.
"Getting you to safeword isn't the point, you know," Zel said. "Anyway, I'd rather hear you say you love me again."
Xelloss tucked himself deeper into Zelgadis's arms.
"Fuck you, chimera!" he said contendly.
Zelgadis sighed and smiled. "Close enough."
---the end---