Warnings: PWP, Slash, Lemon, BDSM and other dark and disturbing things. Seriously, if you have a weak stomach or are too young, do NOT read this fic. It is very twisted.

Disclaimer: I'm just one of a nameless mass of fangirls. I do not own Slayers, or Xellos, or Zelgadis.

AN: I realized today that it has been a LONG time since I've written any Xel/Zel. Then I realized how long it has been since I've written a PWP. Here is the result. Hope you enjoy!

I haven't edited or proofread this, it came to me in a flash and I'm itching to send it out. I apologize for anything sloppy and will definitely fix it later when I've gotten some sleep.

Purple

by Xellas M.

"Purple." Zelgadis said curtly. "Now go away." He did not even pause to look up from the stack of scrolls in front of him.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you." Xellos replied.

It hadn't been a question and as expected, he got no answer. Undaunted, the Mazoku continued. "Well, I'm afraid that's not going to happen."

The chimera gave a frustrated sigh. "So you're just going to sit here and pester me so I can't get anything done? Is that your warped idea of a good time?"

The demon let out a low, evil laugh. If Zelgadis had turned around, he would have noticed that Xellos' normally closed eyes were partially open and the smile on his face bore no resemblance to his normal, genki grin.

"Actually, this conversation has begun to bore me almost as much as the Princess'. Unfortunately for you." The Mazoku's voice did sound truly bored. And a bored Xellos was a very dangerous Xellos.

Exasperated, the shaman finally turned around. And froze when he saw the malicious gleam in the priest's now very open eyes.

Zelgadis swallowed, but managed to keep his voice from shaking as he replied. "Good. Maybe you'll leave me alone and go annoy someone else instead."

"Now why would I do that? True, your venal banter no longer excites me, but your body…" Slitted purple eyes raked up and down the chimera's stone form. "Your body does."

"Nice try, but I'm not going to fall for it. You're an astral creation. No body, ergo no sex drive." The shaman said dismissively as he made a show of turning his back on the leering demon. Underneath the act, however, he did not believe his own words, not at all.

"Sex is as much about what happens in the mind as it is what happens in the body, Zelgadis-san. Human females know this instinctively. Occasionally a few of your males figure it out as well."

"So go bother one of them!"

"You don't really mean that, do you, Zelgadis-san? Oh, well, if you insist. I can always turn my attentions to Amelia-san. I'm sure she'd put up a good fight."

"Don't you dare touch her, you - "

"Are you offering yourself in her place then? How noble of you, Zelgadis-san. Really, I didn't think you were the type. You needn't have bothered, however. If I wanted the Princess I'd be with her; none of you could stop me. You're the only one I want."

Zelgadis shivered. "Go to hell."

Xellos made a huge show of yawning, delicately covering his mouth with a gloved hand.

"Like I said, your conversation bores me."

A few swift strides brought the demon directly behind his victim. With one impossibly strong hand, he grabbed Zelgadis by the scruff of his neck. The other hand swept every scrap of priceless parchment from the table and onto the floor. Space cleared, the demon bent the chimera over the table as easily as a child playing with a doll.

Zelgadis fought and struggled with everything he had in him, to no avail. His rough skin did more damage to the wooden table than his awkward punches to the now-chuckling Mazoku.

"Damn you!" The chimera hissed. "Source of all souls that dwell - "

He did not get very far into the spell before a wad of cloth was shoved deeply into his throat. Tasting leather, he looked down as best he could, finding out that it was one of the demon's gloves.

"That's about enough of that, Zelgadis-san." That obnoxious voice cooed in his ear. "Really, now, I can't have you blasting off anything we might need later, ne?"

The shaman screamed his rage and growing fear into the gag and began to thrash even more wildly. He felt that damn demon move behind him, then searing lines of pain as talons scraped down his back, hot enough to burn right through his shirt and melt through his stone skin. The tattered remnants of the garment were quickly ripped from him. Pulled upwards as they were, the fabric nearly choked the gagged shaman before it gave.

A pause, then the glove was removed from his mouth. "I want to hear you beg me not to hurt you." Xellos said, matter-of-factly. "However, if we try one of our nasty spells again, I will have to find a more *permanent* solution. Understood?" The demon finished as though scolding a naughty child.

If he were gagged again - or worse - the shaman would truly be helpless under the Mazoku's superior power. Tears of shame prickled behind his eyes as he realized he was going to agree to the terms; he really had no choice. But it didn't matter *what* Xellos did to him; he'd be damned and in hell before he let that arrogant demon reduce him to begging. He would be strong, no matter what degradations the Mazoku chose to put him though.

"I'm not going to break you, not today." Xellos promised. Somehow that was less than reassuring.

The demon's hand had not once loosened its painful grip on this back of his neck. The shaman's cheek was pressed hard into the smooth wood of the table. So easily was he overpowered; the Mazoku wasn't even exerting himself. It made Zelgadis want to die of shame.

A second flash of pain, then a third, as his pants were torn away in much the same manner as his shirt had been. Mortification coursed through the chimera, now bent over, naked and helpless.

He was petted and stroked with the priest's free hand. Scratched lightly under his arms, nipples teased. He cursed under his breath as despite his pain and fear, his body began to respond. The unasked-for touch did not stop, and more than once Zelgadis bit back a desperate plea. Why hadn't the bastard just left him alone?

Eyes closed, he could only imagine what his companions had not seen: Xellos' hands. Normal enough, beautiful even with their long, strong, graceful fingers. Attractive, except for the wickedly sharp pointed talons at their ends. He felt them scratching along the sensitive stones of his penis and could not quite suppress a whimper of fear. He knew the kind of damage those hands could do if their sadistic owner wanted.

"Foreplay's over." Whispered Xellos. The demon waited for a moment for the word to stop, obviously expecting the shaman to crack, and was met with only obstinate silence.

Zelgadis felt something hard and wet slithering up and down along the crack of his ass as though it had a life of its own, seeking his opening. It wasn't human, the organ that was going to fuck him. It wasn't natural. It was too hot, pulsed too strongly.

All his hard-fought control deserted him at that moment. Tears coursed down his face and he moaned, "No! Please, don't. Xellos, don't do this to me, don't - "

"Don't what?" Xellos practically purred. He had won and he knew it.

"Please don't hurt me." Zelgadis sobbed.

"Oh, but Zelgadis-san. It won't hurt a bit. You'll like it." The Mazoku replied as the head finally began to snake its way into the chimera's body.

"Or you won't. I don't care." Xellos finished, spearing the rest of his way into Zelgadis without mercy.

The wet thing inside him pistoned faster than a human could take, almost too hard and fast even for Zelgadis' stone body. It seemed to grow thicker, bigger as it twisted inside him. It brushed the shaman's sweet spot, causing a moan to escape his lips even as the disgraceful erection he refused to acknowledge began its own pulse in time with his heartbeat.

"Do you like being my bitch, Zelgadis-san?" A well-known voice whispered in his ear, mocking, intimate.

"I'm not your bitch!" The chimera replied hotly. But his body was telling another story and he knew it. He felt his cheeks burning beneath the wetness of his own tears, felt his own inner muscles welcoming their intruder. Managed to looked down, and saw his own arousal pointing up at him accusingly.

"But you are. You are so lovely when you blush and cry, Zelgadis-san. I will remember that next time. You feel so good like this; I think I will give you a reward. I will allow you to come."

It was hard for the chimera to concentrate on the words, for as the Mazoku spoke, he began fucking his victim even harder, providing equal parts of pleasure and pain. Then the organ inside him twisted hard into Zelgadis' prostate. Humiliated or not, biology won the war for control over the chimera's body. Stream after stream of white come burst from his traitorous cock, and a low moan of pure pleasure escaped his lips.

Zelgadis was still basking in the glow of the aftermath, not yet aware enough to realize what had happened, when he felt Xellos tense and the rush of the Mazoku's semen being emptied into his ass.

The pair stayed joined together only as long as it took the demon to recover. The moment he did, the priest pulled out from Zelgadis' spent body and allowed the chimera to stand on shaking legs.

When the shaman felt hot liquid leaking from his body and down his leg, he was reminded in vivid detail of what Xellos had just done to him. His mind shut down again, allowing exhaustion to take over.

* * * * *

Hours later, Zelgadis woke up in his own bed, still sticky and messy from his ordeal at the hands of the merciless Mazoku. Carefully, he sat up.

Only to discover that Xellos was hovering serenely in the corner.

"Still here? You got what you wanted, why haven't you left?" Zelgadis said dryly, some of his fire returned.

"I'm not so easy to get rid of, Zelgadis-san." The Mazoku commented.

The chimera did not bother to answer right away; he instead performed a quick but useful cantrip that cleaned his used body. Finished, he stretched his limbs as his lips formed a wicked smile.

"I guess that makes it my turn again. You should've gone while you had the chance. You were so good earlier that right now I'm feeling extremely peaceful. Romantic, even. I promise, I'll be gentle." Zelgadis' husky voice threatened sweetly through the darkened room.

The chimera rose, completely unashamed of his naked body, and approached the Mazoku. He cradled the trickster's jaw in his hands and leaned in. Before their lips met, he whispered softly, "Safe word?"

Xellos' eyes widened in anxiety. "Blue."

Zelgadis gently covered the priest's lips with his own. The kiss was long and sweet, filled with passion. The demon became visibly weakened by the experience; all of those positive emotions were a direct threat to his life force.

When they finally broke for air, the demon whispered in admiration, "Zelgadis-san, you're so *kinky*!"

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~Owari

AN: Er - so, just out of curiosity, how many people thought Zel was really being raped? Did the lack of an outright NCS warning give it away? I left a couple of hints in the text, and generally the tone I was aiming for wasn't anywhere near what it would be if I ever were to write a rape fic - which I won't, don't like them, but that's just me, to each his/her own.