Slayers Fan Fiction ❯ Word of Subjugation ❯ Part three: Reversal ( Chapter 3 )

Word of Subjugation

By Tsutsuji

Chapter 3 of ?

Fandom: Slayers

Pairing: Zelgadis/Xelloss

Rating: mature. Warning: yaoi, mind control, non-con.

 

Summary: Xelloss begins to experience the full power of Zelgadis' control over him.

 

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Part Three: Reversal

 

Xelloss had never been so aware of his physical body before, of the skin that covered and defined his form, of limbs moving or unable to move, or of the touch of a hand on his face. As he remained crouching over Zelgadis after the the chimera-sorcerer had so unexpectedly renewed the spell, he could feel every inch of the clothing that was a part of him but separate, and he felt the power coursing within his human form like blood, heating and gathering in reponse to Zelgadis' touch. That touch ignited a kind of desire in his physical form that his mind didn't want to acknowledge, and his limbs couldn't.

 

How could this have happened, he asked himself furiously, as the power of Zelgadis' spell dragged him down into submission again. The only answer his mind spit back was that it couldn't happen. No mere human sorcerer, even one of the chimera's caliber, could overpower a Mazoku's will so completely.

 

But if that was true, why was he unable to lift his head or move at all without Zelgadis' permission now? Why did he crouch here like this over the chimera, as if in some kind of worship of Zelgadis' body, until he was ordered to move? And when he did move, it was only to do exactly as Zelgadis had told him to do. Quickly and efficiently, he stood up and removed the rest of his clothes. He could have made them disappear with a thought, but he knew that wasn't what the words "take off your clothes" meant, so he removed each article piece by piece, as if they were real, and set them aside.

 

In a thousand years of masquarading in human form, Xelloss had never felt so naked.

 

Zelgadis sat up from where he'd been lying in the dirt, where Xelloss had put him in his brief, illusory moment of freedom, and watched him undress. Xelloss couldn't raise his head to look at the chimera directly, but he could see him there through his lowered lashes. Beyond the heat of Zelgadis' stare, he could sense the chimera's desire for his body grow even stronger as it was revealed to his gaze.

 

That desire had been inflamed by his own doing, he reminded himself. He'd taught Zelgadis all too well how to arouse this body, just to make it appear that he actually felt desire for Zelgadis and pleasure in his touch. Of course, he didn't, no matter how much he'd smiled and caressed Zelgadis; a Mazoku could never feel pleasure in a human's touch, but hunger could be disguised as desire to fool a human's desperate heart. And hunger could be stoked to the force of need, and Zelgadis knew how to fan those flames in Xelloss' physical form now.

 

Xelloss thought he could stand the assault on his human form if Zelgadis simply fucked him; he might even salvage some enjoyment out of the rage and shame Zelgadis would feel if he did so, but rape in that fashion wasn't in the chimera's cold heart after all. Instead, as soon as he'd undressed, Zelgadis came over to him and teased his body to a state of evident arousal, and then pushed him down onto his back on the dirt, gently, and dropped down to stretch out over him with their legs entangled.

 

"Submit, Xelloss..." Zelgadis whispered, reviving the spell's power once again. But even as the weight of the spell chained him down, Zelgadis' trained and talented touch caressed his aroused body in the all the ways Xelloss had taught him, with an infuriating but inevitable result. The only difference now was that Zelgadis was the one coaxing Xelloss to open up to him, and Xelloss was the one who was reluctant, knowing better, but who couldn't resist.

 

"Submit to me, Xelloss," Zelgadis said again, long before it was necessary this time, teasing Xelloss' lips with the words. "Give in to me... want me..."

 

Strangling a moan he knew Zelgadis wanted to hear, Xelloss complied in all the rest of the chimera's unspoken intentions. Just as he'd taught Zelgadis how to do whatever gave him pleasure, he had, naturally, learned every movement and sound and touch that pleasured Zelgadis to a state of mindless need. Only, this time, Zelgadis didn't quite lose himself in the sensations and the fantasy of being wanted. Xelloss' slim hope that he would forget to speak the Word of Subjugation in time - he would be so much quicker to react when the spell faltered again! - did not materialize. Far from neglecting the spell, Zelgadis melded the word of power into his rhythmic moans. When Zelgadis entered him, it was Xelloss who lost all thought and logic, reeling from the intensity of the invasion. With every maddening thrust, Zelgadis drove him further down into utter submission at the same time he pounded Xelloss' physical form into the dirt.

 

It was no pleasure this time for Xelloss to feel the familiar dark waves of Zelgadis' lonely, desperate need wash over him. He was bound by the spell to fulfill Zelgadis' desire, and even if that true desire was unspoken, Xelloss knew what it was: to be wanted and desired in turn. The evidence of that was the arousal and pleasure of his lover, so Xelloss had no choice but to let desire build and twist inside himself, in his body, and then to wait at the brink for the final command from the one who had mastered him.

 

"Xelloss," Zelgadis whispered raggedly, panting against his face so that his rough stone skin scraped Xelloss' cheek. "Submit... Come for me, Xelloss."

 

Xelloss came, screaming fury to the sky.

 

Zelgadis finished soon afterward, as far as Xelloss could tell in the daze that had begun to fill his mind. He found he'd somehow got his arms around the chimera's body, digging in to the resilient skin of Zel's back with his fingertips, and his legs were hooked around Zelgadis' back as well. Now, not knowing how he had done this, he couldn't move again to let go until Zelgadis ordered it.

 

- Or, he thought as his mind cleared a little, as the minutes passed with Zelgadis lying limp and spent on top of him, not until the spell wore off and freed him. But just as he felt the twitch of his own power jump into his limbs, Zelgadis sighed the Word against his chest.

 

"Submit, Xelloss." With another sigh, he rolled off of Xelloss and onto his back, throwing an arm over his eyes.

 

Xelloss lay there sprawled on his back, staring up at the sky. He waited for the next command, expecting a renewal of the same activity in one of the many inventive ways he'd taken Zelgadis in the past several months, but then he realized Zelgadis' mood had changed. Unfortunately, Xelloss couldn't enjoy the chimera's dark emotional energy which seemed to have developed a new, twisted edge. He couldn't revel in the shame and disgust that must be welling up inside Zelgadis now that he had time to think about what he'd just done. He could only hope that regret would steal power from the spell, or even move Zelgadis to break it completely.

 

He began to imagine the revenge he would take, but before his thoughts could go very far in that direction, Zelgadis sat up and stared down at him with ice-blue eyes, and spoke again.

 

"Now. Go away."

 

Xelloss stared back at him, baffled and enraged, for a second. Suddenly he realized that Zelgadis' wish to be rid of him was so strong that it freed him to escape the physical plane. He let his human form dissolve, and vanished, leaving the chimera sitting alone on the ground in the clearing.

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Elated to find himself free, Xelloss streaked across astral space to the island that lay far to the south, half in and half out of physical space. But before he materialized there, he paused to test his condition.

 

It was maddening; he had his full strength here on the astral side, and yet there was something dragging at him back in the physical world, and the lingering impression of having a weight around his neck. He was horrified to realize that what Zelgadis had intended might very well be true. He could sense some kind of binding, like a thin thread of magical power, that seemed to go from the place he'd just left in physical reality to a point deep inside him. It still seemed impossible, but that thread might very well bind his power on the physical plane to Zelgadis' life.

 

Xelloss materialized at the far end of Wolf Pack Island, high on the edge of a cliff where he often watched the waves crash as the storms spiraled up from the chaotic intersection of worlds at the Island's edge. Back in physical form again - but far, far from the power of Zelgadis' Word of Subjugation - he felt the spell weighing on him even more acutely, like the humming ache that remained from Zelgadis' assault on his apparently human body. He lifted and fingered the beads strung around his neck. They had been dragged with him through the astral plane even though they weren't part of him and he hadn't intended to bring them, and that was proof enough that the spell still held its power over his will.

 

Any spell could be broken. That thread, he thought, could surely be cut, its hook ripped out of him by someone with greater power. He shuddered with shame at the thought of telling his Mistress what he'd done, but he had no choice. He was no use to her like this. She would be furious, no doubt, but she must have the power to break Zelgadis' spell.

 

She must.

 

to be continued