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Stuff: It's a bit on the OOC side. Spoilers. Colette's a zombie, and Zelos has just been met. Uhm.. Not much else to say.

Author note: I love her, I really do. But she's a wacky one; she enjoys the strangest things. And this was just one of those things she was craving. I was bored, had been up too long, and decided to indulge her. I giggled the whole way through, and she seemed strangely pleased. I'm fairly certain it sucks. The suckiness bringing tears to my eyes. You have been warned. Hopefully, I'll get the next one up soon. That has a plot. /ramble

Dedicated to a very wonderful friend of mine, Mrs Briefs.

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Zelos fidgeted in his seat. Sure, they were in his hometown again, Meltokio, even in his own house, but things just hadn't felt quite right in a while. He cast his blue eyes in the direction of the others again, that ragtag group of people set on saving the world. Kind of a funny thought, but they seemed pretty serious about it. He didn't really think they could do it. Sure, it was a noble effort and all, but it just seemed so far fetched. He had just brushed it off and went along for the ride. That had been a while ago, he couldn't recall just how long, and after nearly being whipped out by something called a Sword Dancer, they'd returned to Meltokio. Quite different than the playboy lifestyle he'd been used to, sleeping under the stars and eating food cooked by a little smart assed kid with a big brain. He'd much rather go out on the town til four am and spend all afternoon in bed with some random woman he didn't know the name of.

Now Zelos Wilder was a gorgeous man. There wasn't any denying that. From the bright, flame red of his hair that seemed to match his personality, to the cool oceanic blue of those soulful eyes of his. Fine features and a build to die for, that playboy lifestyle was never out of his reach. But here, it was a little bit different. Three girls were in this little ragtag bunch; Sheena-- dark hair, dark, deep eyes, the most beautiful breasts he'd ever had the pleasure of viewing... Goddess, Sheena was gorgeous, but Zelos had been there and hit that. She'd never forgiven him for the way he'd left her afterwards, doing his best to ignore her, and actually, he didn't blame her. He didn't forgive himself for it, but once Sheena closed herself off to you, that was that. Zelos was in the dark. There was Raine-- with silvery hair, cool eyes that betray nothing, and milky white skin the colour of the moonlight. Raine had a sort of classic, delicate beauty about her, but she wouldn't even give Zelos the time of day. And then there was Colette.. They said that it was because of some kind of Angel what- si- sosis that she was the way she was, but Colette was absolutely silent and lifeless. It was sort of unnerving, in a way, the way she just stood there. She had strangely coloured eyes, a purple/pink that could only be described as fuschia, and completely empty. But even though she radiated creepiness and her eyes were empty, she was a pretty girl. Around sixteen, they had said, with waist length golden blonde hair that slipped easily between your fingers when you could get close enough to her.

She didn't let people close to her. She'd harmed a few people, they said, and so most everyone avoided her. That Lloyd kid could touch her, and strangely enough, she allowed Zelos to touch her too. Sheena glared at him everytime he went in Colette's general direction, however, and so he'd never done it much, but she was just so.. Intriguing..

"Well, I'm gonna hit the sack." Lloyd, the dark haired one, said with a yawn and a stretch of his arms over his head. Zelos stood as Lloyd headed in his direction, and met the boy's chocolate brown eyes with his own everchanging of shade blue eyes. "Thanks again, Zelos." He said warmly. Zelos motioned his hand in dismissal, adverting his eyes away from the boy's. "Aw, it's no problem." The older man said.

"Do not worry, Sir Bud," Sebastian, Zelos' faithful man alerted from behind, causing Lloyd to turn. "I will take care of young miss." He offered with a slight nod of his head. "We've prepared somewhere special for her." He finished. Lloyd found himself sighing again. "Listen, it's not Bud, i--.. Nevermind." He said, apparent by his expression that he was too tired to pound his name into the man's hard head. "Thanks. Night, everyone."

Zelos watched as the people dripped away after that, Raine carrying an already sleeping Genis up into their room and retiring herself, and lastly after some prolonged silence, Sheena slipped off without even saying anything. And then it was just Zelos and the shell of a beautiful girl named Colette. Zelos shifted his gaze around, looking for any traces of Sebastian, but he seemed to be missing in action. It wasn't a big deal, anyway, Sebastian couldn't touch her so Zelos would have had to have helped anyway.. He padded quietly across the room, bare feet quiet against the floor, until he was mere inches from the girl. "Come on, cutie." Zelos whispered into her left ear, lingering around that side before taking her left hand in his left and wrapping his right arm around her back at the waist. It was easy to lead her this way; she took each step at a good speed if directed, and Zelos noted, stairs as well. He steered her into the lush room, decorated in violet and white, and secured her a spot on the bed. He had to backtrack to close the door, locking it out of habit more than anything as he tried not to look to much at the room. (He hated it, but his decorator insisted that ladies liked things like that.)

He padded back to her over the soft carpet, noting the nightgown that Sebastian had probably had one of the maids lay out over the edge of the bed. Was he supposed to dress her too? "Relax, Colette." He said, kneeling infront of her knees on the violet carpet. Hands had immediately went to rest on her knees, and for only the second time in his life, Zelos hesitated at the thought of taking a woman's clothes off. Maybe it was because of how she was, so lifeless and.. Well.. Creepy.

Zelos shook the thought away, slowly reaching up to the buttons of her shirt. She didn't flinch as he carefully popped the first button out of it's designated hole, relieving him more than he would've liked to have admitted. "Just hold on, okay?" A statement rather than a question as his hands moved carefully from button to button, thin, nimble fingers easily sliding each button out as he went along. With the last button undone, he raised to place his hands on her shoulders, gently sliding the fabric off of them, letting it fall on the bed around her. He was careful not to touch her, and fought away the urge to look at her as she was displayed in all of her glory. She had nothing on underneath that shirt, and the thought was tempting.

"St- stand up." He said, quietly, to which she automatically complied, as usual. Met with the button of navy blue pants, he found himself once again reluctant to proceed with it. A strange longing and foreboding passed through him as he proceeded to loosen her pants and slowly pull them down. "Sit down." Another command once they were pooled around her ankles, to which she obeyed. He carefully pulled them off of her already bare feet and pushed them randomly to one side He stood straight, grabbing up the nightgown as he did so. He was at least a head taller than she was, and at least this close, he wouldn't have to look at her. Looking down at the top of her head, the part in her hair, anywhere but where he really wanted to. "Lift your arms." Command and obey, and willing himself to be a good boy (for once) he slipped the nightgown over her form. "You can relax, cutie." And her arms fell to her sides again. He stepped back to take a look at her in that nightgown. Sheer and pink, a short, sexy cut that just didn't seem to suit her innocent face. It only gave an inch or two underneath the curve of her ass, even dipping low and exposing the tops of her breasts in the front. Her curves were much more prominent in this outfit, the sheer nightgown following the curve of her small breasts. Even the little pink nipples, slightly hard from being exposed to the air only a moment previously, were too visible. Or maybe he was just looking too hard.

He shifted uncomfortably in his spot, feeling an old familiar uncomfortable tightening in his pants. He willed it to subside as he went out (rather painfully) gathering her clothes up and tossing them in a ball into the nearby purple chair. He had to reach around her to pull the covers down, his lower extremities brushing uncomfortably close to her leg as he did so, causing him to let out a frustrated sort of grunt, in pleasure and then loss of contact thereafter. "Lay down." Another command, the voice he spoke in low, a sort of husky hint of desire that drove the girls wild when he used it. It was when he needed release that it came about-- this time, no exception. But she'd gotten into the bed, and he pulled the covers up to her chin, this time not wincing or restraining himself when the tops of his fingers ran over still pert pink little nipples. She didn't respond. "Get some sleep." Through barely parted lips, leaned close to her, those lips a breath away from her forehead. He kissed her forehead gently after he'd spoken, running his right hand along her left cheek and jawbone.

It had killed him. He padded quietly to the door, giving her one last lasting look. She lay on her back, tucked under the covers, eyes closed, just as he'd put her. A lifeless doll, just breathing and functioning barely as a human, but such a pretty little doll. He turned, finally, flipping the light off as he made his way out of her room, closing the door quietly behind him.


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He sat straight up in the bed, letting the black satin sheets slip away from his chest. The thin sheen of sweat covered him, keeping the ends of his flame red hair stuck in place against his bare skin. His breath came heavy, his heart pounding, the feeling in the back of his throat raw as if he'd been running endlessly. He ran his right hand back through his hair, letting it fall limply into his lap before grasping the hem of the sheet and pulling it out of his way. (Oh man, that same dream again.) He thought to himself as he pulled himself to the edge of the bed and out of it, trying his damnedest not to replay those scenes in his mind. The same ones, his golden wings, the white hot beam shooting through his chest..

He padded across the room, out the big double glass doors (complete with billowing white curtains) onto the adjacent balcony. He took in a breath of the cool Meltokio night air. Even the partiers were probably crashed tonight, the serene feeling in the air was almost unnerving for a city this lively. The breeze came through, passing over his bare chest and the short silk boxers he had been sleeping in. He allowed his eyes to drift shut, letting the breeze take the images of the dream away, however-- it was when he realized it. He wasn't alone. Eyes shot open again, gaze cast to left and then to his right, and there the intruder stood. (Only one other room's connected to this balcony.) He frowned, taking a step closer. "Hey." The form didn't respond, lingering in the shadows as it had been. "Heh, I didn't know you were there." He spoke freely, though quietly, as he headed towards the figure. His trademark self- confidence took over, masking suspicion, but unable to mask curiousity. "Come on out."

The figure stepped forward. Colette. The breeze blew around her, the short gown flitting around that curve where her ass met her thigh, immediately drawing his eye. "Oh, angel.. What are you doing out here?" Gaze reluctantly trailing up her form, lingering on her breasts and the ends of her hair that brushed about her waist. "Come on, let's get you back in your room." He said, coming forward to take ahold of her precisely the same way he'd done it when he'd taken her to bed the first time. He led her through the open door off of the balcony and into her room, and over to sit in the bed again. The moonlight provided sufficient light into the room, high and full tonight, bright enough for him to see just fine. He noted the way her blankets were pushed back, just like someone did when they got out of bed normally. But Colette couldn't do so, unless someone told her to, perhaps then..

"Lay down." And the covers pulled up to her chin after she had done so. "You surprised me, little angel, but pleasantly." He spoke to her anyway, even if she didn't understand, caressing one side of her cheek with the tops of his fingers and the back of his hand. "Come do it again sometime, when you want me." He gave a slight smirk at the words, pulling himself away from her again. Maybe he was stupid, talking to her like that. But he felt like, somewhere inside there, the real Colette was buried underneath all of that creepiness. Just maybe. "Now get some sleep, Colette." He said, turning and leaving out the balcony doors, closing them again. He returned to his room in the same way, leaving his balcony doors open, as per usual.

He had situated himself in bed again, on his back, the black satin sheet resting over his legs and stopping at his waist, his arms folded back behind his head. He stared up at the mirrors on his ceiling, barely able to make out his form, even with the full moonlight shining in. There was just too much to think about.. Cruxis, the Renegades, the Pope and the King, and then Lloyd and his group. He had to make the right decision. He had to stay alive--..

A scratching, no, a shuffling, catching his attention outside.. On the balcony? Head turned in that direction, the shuffling sound carried away on the breeze, but a form of darkness against the moonlight was unable to be carried stealthily past him. "Who is it? Come on in." Answering immediately, automatically suspecting one of many girls who had infact climbed up to that balcony on more than one occasion. What he saw, however, surprised him. The form moved precisely to the bottom edge of his bed, stopping infront of where he lay. The breeze moved the curtains away again, letting a beam of moonlight illuminate the form better for a slight moment. "Colette?" He said, sitting straight up in the bed once more. "How in the hell." He said, throwing the sheet back and climbing out of the bed to move to her side once more.

Zelos.

He froze, one hand around her waist, the other hanging aimlessly in the air, mid- motion of reaching for her hand. Someone had called his name, a voice he didn't recognize, but it had sounded.. Far away. Maybe he was hearing things, or one of his 'hunnies' really was outside, but.. He looked down at Colette quizzically, pursing his lips as he did so. But no, they said she couldn't do anything.. "Come on, hunnie, I'll take you back to bed." He said as he reached for her hand again.

Please don't.

It was that same voice again. He let her go this time, backing away a couple of steps. It was ringing through his head like his own private thoughts, but these thoughts weren't his at all. They were completely foreign to him. "Sit down." He said, and she did. He kneeled infront of her again, hands falling on her knees, mimicking the position he'd been in before. She stared straight forward as he examined her empty gaze. (Geez, I'm losin' it..) He thought, just then noticing his hands on her bare knees. He moved to pull his hands away..

Touch.

A spark of something in those lifeless fuscia eyes. Recognition? He didn't move, as he was going to, and instead decided to do as he'd been suggested. Slowly, cautiously, as though she might protest at any moment, his large hands slid up her cold thighs. She was chilly all over, she had been earlier, and she was now. Maybe it was a part of this angel whatsis that they had been talking about. In any case, it seemed as if she had wanted his hands on her, and Zelos was not one to refuse.

Warm hands met the hem of her sheer pink gown, pausing there before heading back down to her knees, just as slowly as before. "Are you sure..?" He was uncharacteristically careful again. There was no response in her eyes, and after a few silent moments, when he assumed there would be no response, it surprised him again.

Touch.

He gently parted her knees, and she complied, allowing him to position her how he wanted. He gave himself passage to get closer to her, arms slinking around her back. It was just as he had suspected; she was cold all over. He closed in on her slowly, pulling himself to her in an embrace, resting his cheek against the cold sheer material of the gown on her stomach. Barely breathing, but you could catch it if you concentrated enough.

Everywhere.

He pulled away enough to look up to her, still registering nothing on her pretty face. Completely flawless, completely free of any emotion. He wondered what she looked like when she smiled. His hands fell back to her thighs, sliding from thigh to knee, the left one staying on her right knee, and his right hand sliding back to her thigh. He watched her expression carefully as he pushed the hem of her gown all the way back, allowing the tips of his fingers to brush down her most private vulnerable area. Sparing a glance downward, he caught sight of it.. The short, dark blonde hair, trimmed neatly, barely covering her precious area.

His eyes on hers again, he watched carefully as he brushed a gentle cautious finger over her clit. Slightly exposed, and yet still offering no response from her. He ventured downward, running his finger along the outside walls of her exposed sex, but offering nothing more than that. He noted that while her clit was partially exposed already, she was not wet. He paused once more, pulling his hand away and resting it on her opposite knee, both hands now mirroring one another.

Please.

"Alright.." He sucked in a breath, dipping his head towards the area, urging her with gently nudges to allow him room, which she did on command. He was face level with her sex then, not taking the careful time like he usually did.. The sense of urgency in her voice, his need for her.. It would be torture. His tongue flicked out, the tip running over the half exposed clit. Slowly sinking lower, his tongue following the path downwards, exploring her further. The wet, pink muscle pushed into her, disappearing into. He followed it as deeply as he could, eventually meeting a soft fleshy barrier that he recognized. His tongue retracted, dragging back up to her clit and disappearing back into his mouth. He looked back up to her, to see no change, as expected.

She tasted wonderful, so pure and untouched, so much so that she made him feel dirty to do it. Maybe he was. He returned to her sex, licking at her clit again, more sure of himself. He had gone to work, dragging his tongue slowly from the bottom to the top, long slow strokes that slowly but surely ensured the full exposure of her clit.

His focus switched to her clit, the movements becoming quick and short. He had to maintain the focus-- the ache in his own nether regions had begun to distract him needlessly. Tongue peeking out from between teeth as he gently nibbled it, sucked upon the small mound of flesh. Because she was so lifeless, so utterly still, he didn't know if it was effecting her in any other way until that moment. Her warm cum suddenly flooded his mouth, some of it surprisingly spraying out onto his face. He was caught of guard, but recovered quickly, drinking up what he could.

He pulled away, again, and she still registered no expression. He slipped his fingers in the hem of her gown. "Lift your arms." The same husky, needy voice that he couldn't control. She obeyed, and he gently pulled the gown away, tossing it onto the floor. "Get up on the bed and lay down." He instructed, and he watched as she pulled herself back and did just that. He pulled himself up between her legs which he had carefully parted once more, and leaned over her, avoiding those empty eyes as he took her body in. His left hand lifted to trail along the curve of her right breast, warm fingertips brushing gently over the hard nipple. Zelos leaned over her, tongue flicking out over the nipple before he took the sensitive little nub into his mouth. Left hand replaced on the bed, right hand come up to fondle the opposite breast.

Even with her like this, his need for her was already too great to let it hinder him. He pulled away from her again, rising to strip himself of his only article of clothing-- the red silk shorts. They shortly followed the gown in joining the floor, and he moved to lean over her again, stopping short as a thought entered his head. The familiar smirk returned to his face, the possibility had to at least be tested. "Colette," he began in that husky voice, "come suck my dick." She immediately sat up, coming towards him and reaching out with one hand, gently wrapping it around him. He moaned at the contact-- he was so hard, he ached, and her touch was almost enough to get him off. She came forward still, tongue peaking out over the head of his dick, and lips following. She was precise with her actions, following his command, wrapping her lips around the head of his dick and taking it all in without a moment's hesitation. He found himself unable to control the moans that escaped his lips. His head fell back, his right hand finding her shoulder first, but eventually making it's way to tangle into her hair. He held the back of her head loosely as she began to bob it gently, once again unable to fight the noises of pleasure he made.

"Colette.. Mm.. Stop." He commanded, and she obeyed. "Lay down." To which she did. He leaned over her, avoiding her eyes again as he placed a gentle kiss on her lips. "You sure, hunnie?" He asked again, against her soft, cold lips.

Please.

She was still cold. She was getting warmer with his touch, but there was one place that was so hot, it was almost on fire. He leaned into her gently, the head of his dick penetrating her. He pushed gently, pushing himself into her soft, warm pussy. He moaned gently as he slid into her, stopping at her barrier. She was so wet and so tight, it seemed almost a shame to do it as if he'd ruin it. "Get ready." He whispered into her ear, pushing carefully past her barrier with a short sigh of relief. He stopped when he was fully inside of her, buried in her, allowing the pair to get used to the feeling. He was nearly reeling with it, laying against her but trying not to burden her with all of his weight. He felt the muscles inside of her relax slightly, alerting him in their own right to proceed, and that he did. He pulled out of her again, beginning his slow, careful thrusting into her.

His lips against her ear, tongue flicking out to lick at it every now and again, his gentle moans and breath hot against her. He had no idea what she was thinking or feeling, how this was for her, but he hoped it was even half as nice as it was for him. He pulled himself up, adjusting just so he thought he would better rub against her clit with each long, slow stroke, but memory could only take him so far.

He gave her one more good thrust before pulling himself away from her completely, moaning for the loss of contact that he himself had made. He might have been imagining it, but it sounded as if that voice that rang in his head protested as well. "Get up on your hands and knees." The husky voiced command that she immediately obeyed. He wrapped his hands around her waist to steady her, and pushed through the folds of her pussy again, from behind. He gripped her hips firmly, pulling her back as he thrusted into her, increasing his pace a little more quickly than he had before. He had to have her, the need was eating away at him. Everything was driving him mad, from the sight of her hair sliding over her bare skin, her ass displayed there infront of him, the sound of his balls hitting her everytime he buried himself completely inside of her. He moaned again, throwing his head back, increasing his pace inside of her. The voice in his head seemed to moan in time with him, but the body was still unwavering, only moving to his movements, pushing back on his dick because it was what he wanted her to do. He felt it when her virgin walls clinched around him, her warm cum flooding the two again, dripping out onto his black satin sheets, and it took every ounce of strength within him to keep from coming with her. He had grunted again, pulling away from her.

"Move." Weak in the knees, he had more or less collapsed on his back against those sheets. "Ride me." He commanded, and she threw her leg over him, gently lowering herself onto him again. He watched as she did so, the white cum dripping out of her and onto him, her walls clamping on for a second before letting go. He avoided the empty eyes again as she began to move over him. "Faster." He commanded and she obeyed. He was moaning and all but growling at her, and then growling as well as he raised his hips to meet hers. His hands wandered and trailed over her body as they pleased, paying special attention to her breasts. Rubbing them, squeezing them, paying special attention to the hard little pink nipples, the voice that washed over him moaning in unison with his own cries of pleasure. "Faster." The husky command came again, and the angel's pace increased to an almost bruising rate. His left hand lingered over her right breast, and his right hand steadied her at the waist. He could feel it as she began to come again, the muscles in her pussy walls clamping over his dick and finally sending him over the edge in an orgasm he could no longer control. He called out hoarsely as he shot his load into her. She continued to ride him until he had finished spasming, and she had stopped automatically.

"Lay beside me." He had gasped when he could finally speak, and when she did, he took ahold of her and held her. Her body was finally warm, and the two of them were both covered with a thin sheen of sweat.

Thank you.

"No, thank you." He breathed into her, tangling his fingers into her hair again. The thought of sleep was near unavoidable, and before he knew it, his eyelids were getting heavy again.


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"I'm so glad you're back to normal, Colette." Lloyd smiled warmly at the girl before going on. It had been like that all day, everyone falling all over her, but for the most part, Zelos had distanced himself from it. He noticed her glancing at him every now again, but she avoided him for the most part as well. No one else found it weird, but it was. Now that she was back to normal, he had to deal with what happened prior to that.

And so far, Zelos Wilder was pulling his usual act, running away instead of facing. But as he was soon to find out, Colette Brunel was nothing like he was. Nothing at all. "Hey." She said, timidly, from behind him. He turned around quickly, surprised by her, but trying not to show it. He glanced around, and noticed that everyone seemed to have gone their seperate ways for the moment. They were resting at his mansion in Meltokio again, and once again, everyone was beat. "Oh, hey cutie." He said, trying to appear as normal as possible, but he wasn't fooling Colette. "I'm sorry that I haven't been very talkative.. It's just that.. You know.." She trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence. "Yeah, you don't know me all that well, right?" He said, avoiding her gaze again. Her eyes had changed to bright blue, and they betrayed everything that she felt. Right now, they sang of sorrow.

"Well, yeah.." She trailed off again, looking up and trying to catch his gaze. He continued to avoid her. Did she remember? He couldn't tell, she was acting awfully strange around him. Uncomfortable silence fell between the two, both looking anywhere but each other, until Zelos couldn't take it anymore. He looked down to her, catching her gaze, and saw her cheeks redden slightly when she looked into his eyes. "Listen, I--" he began, but she cut him off suddenly, opening her own mouth to speak. "No, wait. I have to tell you something. I.. I was so scared.. I couldn't do anything.. The only way I knew I was still alive was when I was touched.. If it hadn't been for that, I might have let go.." She said, looking down again. "I'm sorry for everything." She said, turning and running away from him so suddenly that he didn't have the time to react, to stop her. He had just watched her go, disappearing down the hallway and out of his sight.

"Heh." He said, turning and heading up the stairs towards his room without another glance back. Maybe she knew. Maybe she didn't. But one thing was for certain; he knew, at that moment, he'd never feel the same way about anyone as he felt about her, never again.