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Fractions: Jenova
One Shot
He turns his head slightly, his eyes sweeping over the Selestarri boy. His chest rises and falls; his breathing slow and steady, his face the perfect mask of peaceful sleep.
There is only one other that has buried themselves in his mind to this point.
Only one other that he’d drop his guard for like that.
Jenova smirks, bringing the tip of his claws up to Aki’s face to move his long ginger bangs away from closed eyes.
Only one other…
“Love me…”
The desperation in his former lover’s voice is clear as he crawls over him, moving seductively against his skin. He bites at flesh as he makes his way up his body, pulling a small moan from Jenova’s lips and sending chills racing over his skin.
Jenova rolls his head up to look once at his features. So delicate in nature, a slender feminine structure that hides the fierceness and viciousness lying within.
Reaching his goal, his mouth circles flesh, the wet tongue and hot breath serving only to feed Jenova’s desire. He arches his back slightly from the sensation… Shura’s gift for pleasure is one of his finer points…
But it is not enough.
Jenova sits suddenly up and backhands him. The Demon’s small body flying back onto the floor, his long black plaits fanning around him like a blanket as he crumples from the force of the blow. His head flies up, flawed red eyes rimmed in pitch, peering at him through the disheveled hair, the desire evident within. He brings his slender hand up to his mouth and wipes at the blood, smiling his deceptively innocent smile.
He crawls back over to Jenova, his movements cat like as he kisses at the Demon’s pale toes, slowly rising, dragging his tongue up the larger Demon’s legs, trying again to make his way to his prize.
Jenova reaches down and curls his fingers into Shura’s ebony hair, yanking hard to pull him up. He winces, his hands flying up to grasp at the pale fingers entwined in his locks. Jenova moves his face down to meet Shura’s lush red lips and licks lightly, grinning at the desperation in his face.
“Please…” he whispers, trying to push his mouth towards Jenova’s.
He wrenches his head back, pulling a cry from the small Demon’s lips.
“You disgust me…” Jenova sneers, throwing him from his body once again and watching with cold eyes as he falls hard against the harsh stone floor. “Now get out….”
“Why won’t you love me ?” Shura whispers in desperation, the tears spilling from his eyes.
“Get out” Jenova repeats.
A loud clang echoes through the room, sparks flying as the weapons meet. Jenova grins, twisting his katana around the duel blades of the silver haired Angel, trying to knock them free. Fuan smirks and dips down, spinning his wrists to reverse the movement and rip Jenova’s sword from his hand. Pushing up and then using his swords to flick the elongated katana into the air.
Fuan has only enough time to hear a small amused laugh leave the Demon’s mouth before his head is torn back by a harsh grip in his hair. He gasps as the Demon’s pale lips meet his own and quickly looses himself in the kiss.
With one hand entwined within the Angel’s hair, Jenova throws his other arm up to catch his falling blade. He pulls away from the Angel and grins wickedly, twisting his wrist to bring the blade up to his neck.
“That is not fair…” Fuan’s breathes, his swords falling limply at his sides.
“Fair ?” Jenova laughs softly “I have not fully recovered and if you want to be fair, you should only use one weapon” he smirks “until you do…”
He slides the elongated katana up a little, Fuan’s head falling back as the razor sharp metal cuts lightly across the tender flesh, pulling another gasp from the Angel’s lips.
“I will use what I can for my advantage…”
His sword snakes out of view at the same time that Fuan’s disappears. Fuan slides his fingers into the white plaits of the Demon, pulling his head close suddenly, crashing his lips into Jenova’s for a deep passionate kiss.
“You are not one of them…”
“Neither are you” the creature sneers.
Jenova laughs, amused. He’d never met one of such …power. Not since the beginning. He can smell it on him. This one’s form was not what it seems.
The man steps closer and runs his long fingers through Jenova’s white plaits, pulling up a weft to bring it to his nose, taking a small breath in.
[You are not what you seem either, are you…?]
Jenova raises his eyebrows, distaste showing in his face.
[Keep yourself out of my head]
He narrows his eyes and quickly twists his fingers in Jenova’s hair, pulling him back hard. Jenova falls, his head catching on his forearm only to be given a smirk up into his face.
[Only if you keep yourself out of mine…] he leans down, his lips touching Jenova’s playfully.
“I make no promises…” Jenova teases against the other's mouth.
He stares blankly at the pure white feathers in his hand, his red gaze running over every inch of the plumes.
Years. It has been too many years and the time was finally nearing. Experiments and blood work, magic and genetic testing. One failure after another. He’d waited too long. Far too long. This time it would work.
He closes his eyes, bringing the soft plumes up to his nose and breathing in. The faint scent of Fuan still lingered. After all this time, he was still there. Jenova would see him again.
It was all he had left. This was his last chance.
He sighs, pulling the feathers from his face and standing, taking slow strides from the room.
It was time.
The muscles in his back ache as he stretches his wings out to take a strong beat, propelling himself forward at incredible speed. The wind sweeps across his body, whipping through his hair as he speeds after Aki. He smiles, keeping his clear eyes on his target. He could overtake him easily, but he enjoys the sensation of the air sweeping around him and doesn't want it to end too soon. He enjoys flying with the younger man and he intends to drag it out for as long as he can stand to.
He slows, not wanting to reach him just yet. The Selestarri’s unique silver wings glisten in the sun as he races in front. Jenova watches as Aki flips up and loops around, diving towards the ground. Jenova spins, folding his large black wings behind him, closing his eyes as he begins to fall.
After a moment he opens his eyes and spreads out his wings, twisting up slightly to catch the wind, his body pulling up from the force of the updraft alone.
Laughing, he flips around and speeds after Aki once more, catching him just as he's pulling up from his own dive. Crashing hard into the startled boy, he wraps his arms around him, the momentum of the two bodies unable to stop from hitting the ground below.
Aki’s eyes clamp shut and his arms fly around him. Jenova turns his body so he can take the full brunt of the impact. He cocoons them with his wings, keeping Aki cushioned with his own body. He winces slightly as he feels the skin on his back and legs peeling away, small pebbles and dust imbedding themselves into his body as they come skidding to a halt on the harsh ground.
Aki’s heart is racing wildly, he can feel his pulse raging as he holds onto him tightly while the dust flies up around them. Jenova slumps. It takes a minute for Aki to compose himself, he keeps his face buried in the Demon’s chest until his heart begins to slow.
“Jenova….” he sits up, trying to nudge the seemingly unconscious Demon “Jenova ?!” his voice almost desperate as he begins shaking him for any sign of life.
Jenova can't contain the smile from forming on his lips and he lets the amused laughter escape him.
“…You bastard!” Aki sits up and beats at his chest, “That’s the second time you’ve done that you asshole!” he continues to hit at Jenova’s chest, which only causes more laughter.
He brings his arms up in a weak attempt to block the blows. Amused greatly.
Jenova reaches up and grabs Aki’s wrist, pulling his back slightly off the ground, his wings stretching out at his sides, scraping slightly on the ground as he brings his face up to meet Aki’s. His lips brush gently across the Selestarri’s.
“Forgive me...” he whispers.
He cries out from the pain.
His body is wracked with sweat, it drips off his form as he struggles to find the strength to move. His body spasmes uncontrollably, fire traveling through him in horrible waves.
Cold red eyes, rimmed in black stare at him. The delicate features of the man twisted into a mask of hatred and loathing. Jenova falls at his feet, his white plaits falling around him, clinging to his sweat drenched body as he labors to keep control of his pain racked body and reach the Demon in front of him.
Shura bends down, his perfect mouth curling up into a mocking smile. He reaches out, wrapping his fingers around Jenova’s jaw and pulling his head up harshly, flawed red eyes reflecting clear crimson.
“You should have loved me…”
Blood. Everywhere. He is saturated with it. With every stroke it seeps onto his skin. It is sickening, he hates being defiled by it. But he hates them even more.
Jenova tears through them like they were tissue paper. His sword cutting through their flesh with ease. Their screams echo throughout the temple and their pitiful pleas for help fall on deaf ears.
He laughs wildly, it’s what they wanted was it not? They wanted form. This was form. This is what they wanted.
They run from him, terror reflected in their eyes as he kills them one by one. The sword bonded to him, the pain it causes, and his wish to be free gives him the drive he needs to cut through them, to take them down with little effort.
They deserved to suffer, they didn’t deserve life. Forcing him into this shell. It was painful. Each movement, each step, every touch, was excruciating. He would show them the pain they caused him. He would force it upon them the way they forced it upon him. He would kill every last one of them for what they did to him.
They took his freedom. He would take theirs in retribution. He would do it slow. He would have them suffer. He would have them know the pain he felt. The sword was both his gift and his curse.
He would use it to take what they took from him
Slender fingers slid gently into his long white plaits, the sensation sending chills traveling over his skin.
[Always…] the words were whispered [I’ll always love you]
Jenova turned his head, his mouth meeting the lips of his raven haired beauty. A tender kiss, soft lips meeting his own. Fuan wrapped himself around Jenova, holding him, slightly trembling, clinging to him as if it were the last embrace. Jenova pulled his arms around the man, carefully keeping his claws away the fragile skin. Fuan pulled his mouth away and sunk his head into Jenova’s chest, his eyes closing against the tears that threatened to spill out
[Please …] his voice was shaky [please never leave me again….]
Never again…
The boy’s eyes opened, deep blue pools stared sleepily up at him through the early morning light. Jenova smiled as Aki blinked through the haze at the demon that had held him throughout the night
“Awake are you.. ?” he whispered softly
He moved his fingers over the pale toned chest, traveling up to touch lightly at the demon’s lips. Jenova’s tongue slid out to lick at them before he bit down playfully, pulling a small gasp from Aki’s lips. He sat up a bit, his lips touching Jenova’s and kissed him.
Jenova slid his fingers into Aki’s hair and pulled his mouth away, flipping him around, his pure white plaits cascading around him as the demon smiled down at him.
Beautiful...
“I guess that would be a yes….”
[Aki belongs to Syrinxfox of Bounce]