Slayers Fan Fiction ❯ Trapped Zelgadiss ❯ Trapped Zelgadiss ( Chapter 1 )

Notes: My first Xel/Zel! Woohoo! Oh, and no, none of these characters belong to me.

Zelgadiss Trapped

Chapter One

Zelgadiss lay awake for quite a while, gazing down at the peacefully sleeping form of the lover in his arms. Once more he ran his hand through the silky hair, then a finger down the beautiful milky white skin. He was perfect, except for one thing: he was a man. No, not even a man. A demon in the form of one. Pure evil in disguise. He was surprised that it even slept.

He contemplated. What had happened, why was this Mazoku asleep-looking so fragile, trusting, and his-in the arms of a part-human chimera? It had all happened so fast. Of course, that was what everyone said, "Oh! It's all happening so fast!" using it as an excuse for not stopping and thinking. But it really had happened quickly; too quickly. It had been such a quick succession of events: Xelloss had realized Zelgadiss' feelings for him, claimed he felt the same (in that roundabout, untrustworthy way of his), and soon Zelgadiss had found himself in bed with him-it. Passionate love, a nice orgasm or four later, and here they were.

Here Zel was. His hand paused in its caressing of the demon's cheek. There was only one solution to all of this. He knew he couldn't say anything to Xelloss' face; he would see the crocodile tears in the demon's eyes, and he would melt. There was only one thing to do.

He slipped out from under the demon, found his clothes and put them on without a sound, and took a piece of paper and a pen from his desk. Hm, yes this room was his… but soon it wouldn't be. Zelgadiss wrote two sentences on the paper:

"I love you.

Goodbye."

A single glance at the unmoving, nude form of his lover-no, the demon-and he slipped out the door. He shut it tight, and it squeaked its unhappy goodbye. He didn't have to open his eyes to know he was free.

"Where are you going so late at night, Zelgadiss?" The voice was low and rich, but unmistakably… Zel's eyes snapped open and he took it all in at once. There was Xelloss, fully clothed, his pupils visible slits of purple. He let his gaze linger on his face just a little too long; those eyes were what caught Zelgadiss' gaze, trapped it, and held him there with Xelloss forever.

"X-Xelloss…I…I thought you were asleep," Zelgadiss managed to mumble. Xelloss' purple slits revealed sadness, with some sort of wisdom; at that Zel knew that Xelloss understood. No, Zelgadiss had been wrong. Xelloss loved him. That look in his eyes proved it. But it wasn't Zelgadiss' fault. It wasn't. No, he had just learned not to trust anyone. Forgive me, thought the chimera.

"I don't sleep," Xelloss told him. He paused a moment to let that fact sink in, then went straight to the point. Putting his hand in subspace, he took out Zel's note. Those purple slits never left the blue chimera's eyes.

Gems, Xelloss thought. Those eyes of his reminded Xelloss of little sapphires, glistening in the whiteness. He could lose himself in those sapphires. It was partly because of those sapphires that he was determined never to let his chimera go. Especially now that he had him. "What is the meaning of this, Zelgadiss?" he asked, holding it in the palm of his hand, careful not to flaunt it.

"I-" Zelgadiss sputtered. He ripped his eyes away from those purple slits and he looked at the floor beneath him. No, he had been wrong about Xelloss. Xelloss cared…and he cared for Xelloss. No, he loved the man-the demon. It didn't matter. He loved Xelloss. But he couldn't stay. Too much could happen, everything would go wrong. "I'm just going out to buy milk." He tried to push past Xelloss, not meeting the fateful gaze.

But arms reached out to stop him, wrapping around the chimera. "All right," said the voice, so rich and deep that Zelgadiss found himself sinking into it. "But wait just a minute, all right?" Xelloss planted a kiss on the chimera brow.

Zelgadiss closed his eyes, and, feeling Xelloss' warmth, he sank into him. He couldn't stop his feet from taking a step closer, his hands from finding silky purple hair. He said nothing.

"Okay, Zelgadiss?"

"Huh?"

"Will you stay? You don't need milk that badly, do you?" There was the slightest hint of humor in his voice.

"I guess not…" Zel breathed into a bit of cape.

"Good…" Xelloss planted a second kiss tenderly on his chimera's closed eyelid.

Zelgadiss held Xelloss close, and knew that the man-demon, whatever-was his, and he belonged to Xelloss.