Wings of Blood and Flame
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+S through Z › Xenogears
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
4,447
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Xenogears, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Wings of Blood and Flame
Wings of Blood and Flame
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Disclaimers: I don't own any of this, blah, blah, blah. You've seen the content advisory coming in here, if there's anything else specific to a chapter, look for the headings like this one. Fairly graphic sex, et, al... You get the point.
It's assumed that you're at least familiar with Xenosaga terms and story, this thing takes off after the Cathedral Ship incident, on board the Durandall, heading to Second Miltia.
Also, this being both my first fanfic in years, as well as my first yaoi work, any/all feedback is not only desired, but graciously appreciated. Have fun, and good luck.
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The door slides open, revealing a darkened room beyond. "Jr.? Jr.? Are you in here?" Although hesitant to intrude, chaos goes in. After all, Jr. had sounded quite anxious to see him, and he wouldn't want to keep the boss waiting.
But the room looks pretty much empty. No sign of Jr., at least. He turns, making to leave, but pauses as he hears a soft noise off in the corner of the room. At second look, he sees a closet there, the door wedged open slightly. Curiosity piqued, he walks towards it,the the automatior bor behind him sliding silently shut, the red 'lock' light blinking silently on. Startled by the sudden darkness, he spins about, searching for the light switch. Though he finds it, it doesn't respond. Stranger and stranger...
Shrugging off his growing sense of unease, chaos heads to the closet, lighting his way with a soft blue glow emanating from his hands. Half way there, he senses movement in the shadows to his side. Yet turning to look, there is nothing. Cooling his nerves once more, he makes his way to the wedged open door. Bending down, he picks up the obstructing object, allowing the door to slide closed. A cross, strangely ornate, attached to a thick necklace. Strange thing to find. As he stares at it, a flat edge catches in the light, flashing in chaos' eyes. Sudden realization floods through him, as an ear-splitting retort sounds from behind. Boy and cross collapse to the ground, as chaos' final observation echoes through the room. "Fuck..."
* * *
chaos wakes to a faint breeze playing over his exposed chest. He quickly comes to a conclusion: Shion should _not_ be left in charge of everyone's battle equipment. Training in swimsuits might be more effective, somehow, but not if it leaves you with this kind of splitting headache.
Slowly opening his eyes, his memory of the last few moments hits him like a ton of bricks. He looks straight at his captor, without anor sor surprise. More like, resignation. "Jr. You wanted to see me?"
Gazing at his defenseless victim with a smirk, he shakes his head. "Sorry. Try again. I think I'll go by Rubedo, now. I'm tired of everyone looking down on me like that." With this pronouncement, an unmistakable fire glints in his cold blue eyes, giving his normally cute face a sinister slant. "All of the Zohar Emulators are mine now. With their combined power, I cinalinally finish what was started 14 years ago."
chaos looks up at him in growing horror. "Not...U-DO? What would make you think...?”
Rubedo stares quietly at him for a moment, his lips twisted in a feral grin. Not speaking, he simply hums a quiet tune.
"That's not...the Song of Nephilim? You're insane!" chaos pauses, the irony of his statement sinking in. "Where...do I fit in?"
The red-head walks around to the side of the bed chaos is lying on, sitting at his side. "The Song is a part of me now. Every atom, every molecule, my very soul sings in tune to its glory." He laughs, a cold, maniacal sound that chills chaos to the core. "You sing too. But your song is different. The Song of Seraphim."
Resting a hand on the chest of a visibly shaken chaos, Rubedo continues. "Don't worry, chaos. This is what I was born to do. A U.R.T.V.: U-DO Retro-Virus. The Song of Nephilim shall draw all into madness, and from within shall the Song of Seraphim bind all unto me." Lowering his head down to chaos' level, he stares deep into his clear blue eyes. "Don't worry about anything. I'll even make you my partner. Together we can rule this shattered universe. Or destroy it, start again. There won't be any limits. We shall be as gods."
chaos, numb with horror at what Rubedo is proposing, can simply stare back. "You are the key, chaos. Lower your walls, and let me in. Or," he pauses, the feral grin returning, "I'll lower them for you."
Met with silence, Rubedo shoulders out of his trecoatcoat, allowing it to fall to the floor, along with his belt, guns, and pants. Licking his teeth, he rolls atop chaos. "Ya know, I kinda hoped we'd have to do it this way." Plunging down to embrace chaos, Rubedo clamps his mouth over the taller boy's, his tongue lashing violently within the other's mouth.
Mind still reeling with the implications of the unfolding events, chaos remains unable to accept what is going on is actually happening. His body, however, is all too aware, and he finds himself actually leaning into the kiss. His tongue explores the other's mouth, dancing slowly about Rubedo's energetic counterpart. As his mind finally catches up, he realizes what he's just done, and flushes as hot as the fire-boy himself.
His intent accomplished, Rubedo pulls up, grinning at his successful ensnarement attempt. His need awakened, chaos gives no thought to escape, rather pulling his captor down into a second deep kiss. As tongues entwine, Rubedo gently draws his fingers along chaos' bare flanks, alighting fiery lines of pleasure. Instinctively, chaos arches himself into Rubedo, their groins grinding in an explosion of muffled pleasure. Overcome, chaos withdraws from Rubedo's mouth to utter a soft moan. As the sensation passes, he thrusts again, desperate to recreate the experience, and this time forcing Rubedo to gasp.
With a parting thrust, Rubedo rises out of chaos' gentle embrace, bringing himself down to survey chaos' smooth, dark chest. Unable to help himself, he gropes slowly about chaos' abdomen, slowly migrating up to his breast. Laconically, he traces slow circles about chaos' amber nipples, as they quickly harden. Continuing his ministrations, he slowly inserts his tongue into chaos' belly button, swirling it about briefly before slowly licking his way up the boy's chest. chaos, unable to contain his shivers of excitement, is nearly overcome as Rubedo begins sucking one of the hardened, tender nipples. Switching to the other, he gently nips it, sending intertwined waves of pleasure and pain throughout chaos' body. Overwhelmed by the stimulation, chaos once again slams himself against Rubedo, who finds, as he slams back with equal ardor, that his restraint is slipping as well.
Turning about-face, he makes short work of chaos' briefs, releasing the constrained arousal to stand erect. Feeling neglected himself, he discards his remaining garments, allowing his own substantial erection to rest quietly on chaos' chest. Leaning down into chaos' groin, Rubedo carefully licks the forming dew off of chaos' dick. Moaning from the interplay of sexual pleasure and frustration, chaos gives himself over completely to Rubedo. Sensing his partner's final surrender, Rubedo slowly takes the head of his partner's erection into his waiting mouth. Gently caressing it with his tongue, he plays about for a while. After a moment, he takes in the rest of the shaft, prompting chaos to begin mindlessly thrusting into him.
The sensation of the mouth and tongue on his arousal, along with his instinctual, rhythmic thrusts, are almost more than chaos can bear. As the pleasure builds to unbearable heights, a spark ignites deep within the tan youth, sweeping through his body like a supernova, leading him to thrust harder and harder into Rubedo's ravenous maw. The pressure now unbearable, he explodes into Rubedo's mouth, his cum filling the smaller boy's mouth, dripping down his lip and streaming down his throat. As chaos collapses in the afterglow of his orgasm, Rubedo hungrily licks up the spilt cum, taking it into himself.
The sperm diffuses through his system, displaying unnatural longevity and intent. Connecting with key cells throughout his body, they unload their genetic content, altering the very frequency at which he exists. A transformation superficially undetectable, the effect is yet incredible in effect, unlocking in him the absolute maximum of his natural potential, and placing incomparable power at his finger.
.
Yet for all this accomplishes his goal, Rubedo is driven to continue, his building need driving him half-mad with raging lust. Seizing his last shard of sanity, he lashes out at the bedside table to his right, grabbling a tube of lubricant. Applying the lube to his dick, he feels chaos roll over beneath him. Unperturbed, he applies more lubricant to his first two fingers, before tossing the tube aside. Inserting the fingers into chaos' ass, he draws a sharp gasp of pain. Ignoring that, he continues, stretching the hole until he discovers chaos' sweet spot, provoking a faint moan cut short as he withdraws.
Stabbing into chaos' virginity, Rubedo feels the muscles about him contract in pain. Continuing to thrust deeper and deeper into chaos, he begins to rub against the prostate. Pain, discomfort, and overwhelming pleasure war within the fair-haired boy, serving to reawaken his dormant hard-on.
Clinging tightly to chaos with his entire body, Rubedo intensifies his thrusts. Caught up in blissful agony, chaos responds in kind, rubbing his erection against the mattress beneath. Panting with exertion, Rubedo loses himself in feral lust, thrusting harder and deeper until he cannot contain himself any longer. He erupts into chaos, the added stimulus a paroxysm of pleasure bringing the boy below to ejaculate but an instant later.
As Rubedo extracts himself, he notices something faintly different about chaos. Exhausted as he is by his exertions, he puts the thought out of his mind, as they curl up together in a soft embrace, spent and at peace.
Gazing into those clear, red eyes, Rubedo drifts off into sleep.
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Disclaimers: I don't own any of this, blah, blah, blah. You've seen the content advisory coming in here, if there's anything else specific to a chapter, look for the headings like this one. Fairly graphic sex, et, al... You get the point.
It's assumed that you're at least familiar with Xenosaga terms and story, this thing takes off after the Cathedral Ship incident, on board the Durandall, heading to Second Miltia.
Also, this being both my first fanfic in years, as well as my first yaoi work, any/all feedback is not only desired, but graciously appreciated. Have fun, and good luck.
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The door slides open, revealing a darkened room beyond. "Jr.? Jr.? Are you in here?" Although hesitant to intrude, chaos goes in. After all, Jr. had sounded quite anxious to see him, and he wouldn't want to keep the boss waiting.
But the room looks pretty much empty. No sign of Jr., at least. He turns, making to leave, but pauses as he hears a soft noise off in the corner of the room. At second look, he sees a closet there, the door wedged open slightly. Curiosity piqued, he walks towards it,the the automatior bor behind him sliding silently shut, the red 'lock' light blinking silently on. Startled by the sudden darkness, he spins about, searching for the light switch. Though he finds it, it doesn't respond. Stranger and stranger...
Shrugging off his growing sense of unease, chaos heads to the closet, lighting his way with a soft blue glow emanating from his hands. Half way there, he senses movement in the shadows to his side. Yet turning to look, there is nothing. Cooling his nerves once more, he makes his way to the wedged open door. Bending down, he picks up the obstructing object, allowing the door to slide closed. A cross, strangely ornate, attached to a thick necklace. Strange thing to find. As he stares at it, a flat edge catches in the light, flashing in chaos' eyes. Sudden realization floods through him, as an ear-splitting retort sounds from behind. Boy and cross collapse to the ground, as chaos' final observation echoes through the room. "Fuck..."
* * *
chaos wakes to a faint breeze playing over his exposed chest. He quickly comes to a conclusion: Shion should _not_ be left in charge of everyone's battle equipment. Training in swimsuits might be more effective, somehow, but not if it leaves you with this kind of splitting headache.
Slowly opening his eyes, his memory of the last few moments hits him like a ton of bricks. He looks straight at his captor, without anor sor surprise. More like, resignation. "Jr. You wanted to see me?"
Gazing at his defenseless victim with a smirk, he shakes his head. "Sorry. Try again. I think I'll go by Rubedo, now. I'm tired of everyone looking down on me like that." With this pronouncement, an unmistakable fire glints in his cold blue eyes, giving his normally cute face a sinister slant. "All of the Zohar Emulators are mine now. With their combined power, I cinalinally finish what was started 14 years ago."
chaos looks up at him in growing horror. "Not...U-DO? What would make you think...?”
Rubedo stares quietly at him for a moment, his lips twisted in a feral grin. Not speaking, he simply hums a quiet tune.
"That's not...the Song of Nephilim? You're insane!" chaos pauses, the irony of his statement sinking in. "Where...do I fit in?"
The red-head walks around to the side of the bed chaos is lying on, sitting at his side. "The Song is a part of me now. Every atom, every molecule, my very soul sings in tune to its glory." He laughs, a cold, maniacal sound that chills chaos to the core. "You sing too. But your song is different. The Song of Seraphim."
Resting a hand on the chest of a visibly shaken chaos, Rubedo continues. "Don't worry, chaos. This is what I was born to do. A U.R.T.V.: U-DO Retro-Virus. The Song of Nephilim shall draw all into madness, and from within shall the Song of Seraphim bind all unto me." Lowering his head down to chaos' level, he stares deep into his clear blue eyes. "Don't worry about anything. I'll even make you my partner. Together we can rule this shattered universe. Or destroy it, start again. There won't be any limits. We shall be as gods."
chaos, numb with horror at what Rubedo is proposing, can simply stare back. "You are the key, chaos. Lower your walls, and let me in. Or," he pauses, the feral grin returning, "I'll lower them for you."
Met with silence, Rubedo shoulders out of his trecoatcoat, allowing it to fall to the floor, along with his belt, guns, and pants. Licking his teeth, he rolls atop chaos. "Ya know, I kinda hoped we'd have to do it this way." Plunging down to embrace chaos, Rubedo clamps his mouth over the taller boy's, his tongue lashing violently within the other's mouth.
Mind still reeling with the implications of the unfolding events, chaos remains unable to accept what is going on is actually happening. His body, however, is all too aware, and he finds himself actually leaning into the kiss. His tongue explores the other's mouth, dancing slowly about Rubedo's energetic counterpart. As his mind finally catches up, he realizes what he's just done, and flushes as hot as the fire-boy himself.
His intent accomplished, Rubedo pulls up, grinning at his successful ensnarement attempt. His need awakened, chaos gives no thought to escape, rather pulling his captor down into a second deep kiss. As tongues entwine, Rubedo gently draws his fingers along chaos' bare flanks, alighting fiery lines of pleasure. Instinctively, chaos arches himself into Rubedo, their groins grinding in an explosion of muffled pleasure. Overcome, chaos withdraws from Rubedo's mouth to utter a soft moan. As the sensation passes, he thrusts again, desperate to recreate the experience, and this time forcing Rubedo to gasp.
With a parting thrust, Rubedo rises out of chaos' gentle embrace, bringing himself down to survey chaos' smooth, dark chest. Unable to help himself, he gropes slowly about chaos' abdomen, slowly migrating up to his breast. Laconically, he traces slow circles about chaos' amber nipples, as they quickly harden. Continuing his ministrations, he slowly inserts his tongue into chaos' belly button, swirling it about briefly before slowly licking his way up the boy's chest. chaos, unable to contain his shivers of excitement, is nearly overcome as Rubedo begins sucking one of the hardened, tender nipples. Switching to the other, he gently nips it, sending intertwined waves of pleasure and pain throughout chaos' body. Overwhelmed by the stimulation, chaos once again slams himself against Rubedo, who finds, as he slams back with equal ardor, that his restraint is slipping as well.
Turning about-face, he makes short work of chaos' briefs, releasing the constrained arousal to stand erect. Feeling neglected himself, he discards his remaining garments, allowing his own substantial erection to rest quietly on chaos' chest. Leaning down into chaos' groin, Rubedo carefully licks the forming dew off of chaos' dick. Moaning from the interplay of sexual pleasure and frustration, chaos gives himself over completely to Rubedo. Sensing his partner's final surrender, Rubedo slowly takes the head of his partner's erection into his waiting mouth. Gently caressing it with his tongue, he plays about for a while. After a moment, he takes in the rest of the shaft, prompting chaos to begin mindlessly thrusting into him.
The sensation of the mouth and tongue on his arousal, along with his instinctual, rhythmic thrusts, are almost more than chaos can bear. As the pleasure builds to unbearable heights, a spark ignites deep within the tan youth, sweeping through his body like a supernova, leading him to thrust harder and harder into Rubedo's ravenous maw. The pressure now unbearable, he explodes into Rubedo's mouth, his cum filling the smaller boy's mouth, dripping down his lip and streaming down his throat. As chaos collapses in the afterglow of his orgasm, Rubedo hungrily licks up the spilt cum, taking it into himself.
The sperm diffuses through his system, displaying unnatural longevity and intent. Connecting with key cells throughout his body, they unload their genetic content, altering the very frequency at which he exists. A transformation superficially undetectable, the effect is yet incredible in effect, unlocking in him the absolute maximum of his natural potential, and placing incomparable power at his finger.
.
Yet for all this accomplishes his goal, Rubedo is driven to continue, his building need driving him half-mad with raging lust. Seizing his last shard of sanity, he lashes out at the bedside table to his right, grabbling a tube of lubricant. Applying the lube to his dick, he feels chaos roll over beneath him. Unperturbed, he applies more lubricant to his first two fingers, before tossing the tube aside. Inserting the fingers into chaos' ass, he draws a sharp gasp of pain. Ignoring that, he continues, stretching the hole until he discovers chaos' sweet spot, provoking a faint moan cut short as he withdraws.
Stabbing into chaos' virginity, Rubedo feels the muscles about him contract in pain. Continuing to thrust deeper and deeper into chaos, he begins to rub against the prostate. Pain, discomfort, and overwhelming pleasure war within the fair-haired boy, serving to reawaken his dormant hard-on.
Clinging tightly to chaos with his entire body, Rubedo intensifies his thrusts. Caught up in blissful agony, chaos responds in kind, rubbing his erection against the mattress beneath. Panting with exertion, Rubedo loses himself in feral lust, thrusting harder and deeper until he cannot contain himself any longer. He erupts into chaos, the added stimulus a paroxysm of pleasure bringing the boy below to ejaculate but an instant later.
As Rubedo extracts himself, he notices something faintly different about chaos. Exhausted as he is by his exertions, he puts the thought out of his mind, as they curl up together in a soft embrace, spent and at peace.
Gazing into those clear, red eyes, Rubedo drifts off into sleep.