Slayers Fan Fiction ❯ Word of Subjugation ❯ Part Two: The Seal ( Chapter 2 )

Word of Subjugation

By Tsutsuji

Chapter 2 of ?

 

Date written: September 16, 2006

Rating: mature. Warning: explicit male/male sex, non-consensual sex. Dark.

In progress.

Disclaimer: I do not own the copyright to the characters of Xelloss and Zelgadis, who were created to Hajime Kanzaka. Some of the ideas in this story belong to Rumiko Takahashi, the creator of Inuyasha. I'm making no profit from this fic and intend no copyright infringement.

 

Summary: Finding that his spell to control Xelloss seems to be working, Zelgadis starts to consider new possibilities of things to do with a totally submissive Mazoku - until Xelloss regains control after all.

 

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Part Two: The Seal

 

Zelgadis knelt down and ran his fingers through silky black strands of Xelloss' hair. He thought he heard a hiss as if Xelloss was in pain, but nothing more. Other than that, Xelloss remained where he was, on his knees on the ground with his face nearly in the dirt.

 

"You know, I was only planning to tell you to go away and leave me alone," he said thoughtfully, continuing to stroke Xelloss' hair. "But seeing you like this has changed my mind. It's you're own doing, Xelloss. You shouldn't have awakened all this need in me. Now, all that you've taught me, all that you've done to me - I want to do it all to you."

 

He slipped his fingers under Xelloss' chin and nudged it upward.

 

"Up, Xelloss," he said. "Kneel."

 

Xelloss rose up without resistance and sat back on his heels with his hands resting on his knees. His head remained bowed forward, though, so that Zelgadis couldn't see his eyes under the shadow of his hair.

 

"Look at me, Xelloss," he said.

 

More slowly, as if fighting the command this time, Xelloss raised his head and opened his eyes.

 

Zelgadis stared at him for a moment, as if seeing him for the first time. Without expression, Xelloss' face was handsome enough in an unremarkable way. It was the dangerous gleam in his amethyst-colored eyes that made him so erotically attractive, Zelgadis thought. But as dangerous as he was, Xelloss could do nothing when Zelgadis held his chin and leaned in close, except narrow his eyes and barely part his lips for another hiss of warning.

 

"Answer me with the truth: have you ever been taken in all the ways you've taken me? Have you ever been fucked, Xelloss?"

 

Purple eyes widened fractionally, and then narrowed.

 

"No," Xelloss answered.

 

Zelgadis smiled. Flushed with the erotic heat of newfound power, heart pounding, he pulled Xelloss' face to his.

 

"Good. Then I get to be your first just as you were mine. Kiss me."

 

Obediently, Xelloss parted his lips and met him in the kiss. It was nothing like the forceful, possessive invasion that the Mazoku's kisses usually were, but it was also not as entirely passive as Zelgadis expected. For once, Zelgadis could simply enjoy the taste of him, the soft pressure of his lips, the erotic feel of their tongues sliding together.

 

While he thoroughly explored Xelloss' mouth, Zelgadis shifted them around until he had pushed Xelloss to sit back against a stump near the edge of the clearing. Pinning him there with his knee between Xelloss' legs, he finally broke the kiss. As he'd hoped, in his passive state Xelloss responded just as readily to his touch as to a verbal command when Zelgadis pushed him back. He simply sat back against the stump, head slightly bowed and hands at his sides, waiting.

 

"Take off your shirt," Zelgadis said.

 

With a little difficulty from his position, Xelloss got the shirt off. The rosary strand settled just below his collarbone. Zelgadis ran his fingertips down from the dark beads over his bare chest, over smooth skin and the flat plane of Xelloss' stomach. He'd long since stopped thinking of this as just a temporary form Xelloss took, and he didn't think of that now, except to notice as he had before that it was so maddeningly near to perfect.

 

Curious, he slipped his hand down into Xelloss' trousers, not surprised to find his earlier erection had all but disappeared. He'd never seen Xelloss less than partially aroused, he realized. He'd only reached for Xelloss voluntarily like this before in the desperate heat of the moment, after being aroused enough to lose all sense of shame. He was not quite so overcome with lust now, but the power he had over Xelloss made the bold touch easier. He stroked Xelloss a few times, wondering if he would respond without being commanded to.

 

Xelloss sat back without moving, hands hanging limp at his sides, but his eyes stared up into Zelgadis' fiercely. Zelgadis leaned down and kissed him again, still fisting him inside his pants. A flush of triumph rushed through him when he heard the Mazoku make a sound low in his throat, and felt his cock begin to swell again. It seemed that, under the spell, his body would respond to Zel's touch whether he willed it to or not.

 

He lifted Xelloss' hand and placed it over the slightly decreased bulge of his own erection.

 

"You know how to make me hard, Xelloss. You've done it often enough, just to make me squirm with wanting more of your touch. Do it now. Make me hard for you, Xelloss."

 

Immediately, Xelloss' hands cupped him warmly and squeezed with a familiar, undeniable touch. Zelgadis groaned and kissed Xelloss again, harder this time, thrusting his tongue deep into the trickster's hot mouth. Xelloss' touch was as deft as it had ever been, quickly bringing him to an urgent state of arousal.

 

He had to fight to keep from slipping into the habitual passive state of pleasure under that touch. Just as Xelloss had said, he did give Zelgadis pleasure, but always on his own terms, in his own time. He would stimulate Zelgadis expertly, but only enough to make Zelgadis grow frantic with need, willing to do anything as long as Xelloss would continue and bring him to release. It had become a habit to give in and let Xelloss do as he pleased.

 

Now, he knew, he had to stay in control as long as possible. It was far too soon to let go yet; he had to stay alert for signs that the spell might be breaking. But even as he thought this, he felt Xelloss' hand falter on him. His heart pounded in his throat when he saw the light in Xelloss' eyes flicker. He knew what that meant, but he couldn't move away in time.

 

He knew Xelloss could move faster than any human eye could see, but he was still surprised when he was suddenly flipped up and then slammed into the ground on his back. It knocked the air out of his lungs and he saw stars when his head hit the ground with a crack. When he could focus again, Xelloss stared down at him from above, and a claw-like hand had closed tightly around his throat.

 

"Your little gift is defective, it seems, Zelgadis-san," Xelloss purred, with a smile stretching across his face. "Your spell is already broken. Such a shame, too - just when things were getting interesting for you!"

 

Xelloss wedged his body in between Zelgadis' legs and pressed down, grinding his pelvis into Zel's erection. Tears sprang into Zelgadis' eyes from the pain, but Xelloss' hand at his throat was so tight he couldn't even gasp. Red sparks flashed in his vision.

 

"Tsk tsk, now I suppose I really will have to kill you after all," Xelloss said, caressing his cheek with his free hand. "I'm sorry to have to do that; you really have given me quite a lot of pleasure over the past several months. I don't think I've ever gotten anyone else to want me quite so badly as you have. It's been very entertaining."

 

He rolled his hips, making Zelgadis wince. The worst of it was that he was still hard, trapped under Xelloss in a position that was all too familiar and still erotic. Xelloss' smile grew even wider when he realized that as well.

 

"But first," Xelloss said, "I may as well finish what you started. Since I have nothing better to do, I may as well fuck you one last time before I kill you. But don't expect to enjoy it this time."

 

Xelloss lessened his grip enough to stroke Zel's throat, twisting Zel's wire-like hair in his other hand to pull his head back. Zelgadis licked dry lips and stared up into Xelloss' shadowed eyes. If his spell was truly broken already, he was going to die. If Xelloss would only take him one more time, he wasn't sure he even cared.

 

"Xelloss," he said in a cracked whisper. It came out sounding like a plea.

 

"Hm?" Looking amused by his effort to speak, Xelloss leaned closer and loosened his grip on Zel's throat a little more. "Did you want to plead for your life? Or curse me, perhaps? How lovely in either case! Go right ahead!"

 

"Xelloss," Zelgadis barely whispered. "Submit."

 

Xelloss glared at him in complete disbelief as the spell took hold again. Zelgadis watched, fascinated, as Xelloss struggled fiercely against the spell's power this time. Fury gleamed in his eyes at first, and then, for the briefest moment, fear flashed within them. Slowly, while Zel's heart raced through a hundred beats, Xelloss' hands lost their grip on his throat. The light in amethyst eyes disappeared behind drooping lashes, and Xelloss' head fell forward onto Zel's shoulder. He was still crouched on top of Zelgadis, but now it was in a posture of perfect humility.

 

Zelgadis took several deep breaths. It didn't stop his heart from pounding, but after a minute he smiled. The spell had passed the test. If it could keep Xelloss from killing him at a moment like that, it could probably get him to do anything.

 

He stroked Xelloss' hair, almost as if to console the defeated Mazoku.

 

"You didn't quite understand, Xelloss," he said softly. "Now you get the idea, don't you? The spell is permanent and constant, but the effect of Word of Subjugation only lasts for a while each time I speak it."

 

He lifted Xelloss' face to look at him again. His body was subdued, under Zel's control, but his will was still visible within his eyes, like purple flames staring out at him from the shadows.

 

"I created this spell especially for you, from a story I read. Maybe you've heard of it: the Quest of the Shattered Pearl? The story about a half-demon whose lover used a spell like this to control his demon side - does that sound familiar? Of course, I had to modify the spell to make it work on a full-blooded Mazoku like you. In your case, it really only affects the physical, human form you take. You can tell that's true, can't you?"

 

He saw Xelloss' eyes narrow and flicker as he recognized what Zel was talking about. He glanced down at his hands resting on Zel's chest, and then back up to meet Zel's eyes.

 

"Yes, I see you understand. In this form, whenever I say the Power Word of the spell, you have no will of your own over your physical body. All I have to do is say the Word of Subjugation: submit!"

 

Even though he'd only said it casually this time, without full intent, the Word of Subjugation worked through the talisman to sap Xelloss' will. A little groan escaped Xelloss as the power of the spell hit him again. His head drooped, and his eyes lowered before he could catch himself. When he forced his eyelids up again, the look in his eyes was deadly.

 

"You really do intend to kill me now, don't you?" Zelgadis said softly. Whether it was from the danger in those eyes, or from the power he had over Xelloss that kept that danger at bay, he felt a rush of excitement as he stared up at the Mazoku.

 

"More than just taking control of your will, though, the necklace binds you to me on the physical plane, and binds your life to mine. If you kill me - if I die in any way, in fact - your spirit will no longer be able to exert your will at all on this plane. You may appear in this body, still, but you will be completely powerless, just as you are now. Without my will to direct you, you won't be able to act in the physical realm ever again. So, you see, as long as I'm alive, you're free to do as you please when the spell wears off, when I release you, until I say the word. What do you think of my special spell for you, Xelloss?"

 

Xelloss' eyes widened and his mouth twitched. Of course, he couldn't answer. Zelgadis smiled.

 

"Tell me what you think, Xelloss."

 

"No," Xelloss whispered with a shudder as the spell released his voice.

 

Zelgadis ran his fingertips around Xelloss' mouth. "What are you trying to say? You can speak more clearly than that."

 

"I don't believe you," Xelloss hissed. "It's not possible."

 

"Don't you? Well, I admit, I'm not absolutely certain that it will work, but that was my intention when I cast the spell on the rosary. If you really don't believe it, I suppose you'll have to kill me and see what happens - if you want to take that chance."

 

Xelloss glared at him. "Not at the moment," he said after a few seconds. "But I'm sure that, in time, I'll find some other way to convince you to release me." The corners of his lips curled up in a hint of his familiar smile.

 

Zelgadis didn't say anything. The fact was, now that he thought about it, he didn't know how to reverse the spell if he wanted to.

 

But he didn't want to yet, anyway.

 

"We'll see," he said with a smile to match Xelloss' own. He tangled his fingers in Xelloss' hair again and pulled his face closer. "At the moment, I only intend to finish what we've started, so I'll ask you the same thing you ask me sometimes when you're feeling generous. How do you want me to take you, Xelloss? On your back, or on your knees?"

 

Having been given the power to speak, Xelloss was also able to refuse to answer, although his glaring eyes made his opinion of the question itself perfectly clear.

 

"Then I guess it's my choice," Zelgadis said. He raised his head to place his lips next to Xelloss' own. "Xelloss, submit!"

 

The spell renewed itself with its full force. For a second, as Xelloss managed to raise his eyes to look into Zel's again a moment later, there was a pleading look in them. Then it passed, and the cold glitter of rage was back.

 

"I think I want to see the look in your eyes while I do this," Zelgadis decided. "On your back, Xelloss - but first, take off the rest of your clothes."

 

 

(to be continued!)

 

Notes: yeah, sex will actually happen in the next part! There's actually a sort of a plot developing for this after all, but not enough of one to get in the way of the hotter stuff.